I. LISA FRANK’S LSD FUN HOUSE [ Thirsty beyond belief, the raven-haired woman is on her knees, drawing handfuls of water from the small pond and drawing them to her lips. In satiating her needs, she enters a ravenous state, blushless and shameless in her wanton indulgence. Water trickles from the threadbare space between her fingers, lips damp from the liquid that she continuously assumes.
Only once she feels her thirst wane, no matter how brief the phenomena may be, Semiramis focuses on the image flickering upon the pool. The queen is more than accustomed to enchantments and visions, and knows their intentions are often wayward at best. She recognizes the man that peers before her lifeless body, as well as the pang felt in the distant recesses of her heart. ]
Make no mistake. [ Semiramis suddenly pronounces as she rises to her feet, fighting back that feeling of dread, along with the fact her throat remains as parched as ever. The fact that everyone will see this scene is beyond her, she assumes that it is a scene directly addressed to her. ] By dying, I fulfilled my purpose.
II. CAMP NOWHERE [ The days have dragged on, seemingly without end. Semiramis gazes skeptically at the pouch within her hand, something that she has to hold rather carefully due to the uncomfortable-looking spikes jutting out from her palms. Yet, somehow she is able to tear the small paper packet opening, dipping a finger within the powder to fully coat her fingertip.
Sucking it dry, Semiramis reflexively wrinkles her nose. If the other person within her presence hasn’t had a taste for themselves, she’ll pass the powder to them. The fact that she finally feels satisfied is undeniable, though the bland note on her tongue still lingers. ]
Disgusting! Who do they think we are— lepers!?
[ She says, loudly and rather offensively. Now that she isn’t feeling through exhausted, Semiramis silently casts a spell. A glass of wine materializes before her temporary companion, and a small smile appears on her face. ]
Here. Drink this as your palate cleanser.
[ If they choose to drink it, they will be subject to a minor poison that will make them feel slightly weakened at best, and very groggy at worst. Though, depending on their resistance, they may feel absolutely no side effects. Naturally, they may be able to discern for themselves the true nature of this wine. ]
III. INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE [ Finally, Semiramis is being treated to surroundings that bear even the slightest hints of hospitality. It isn’t what she was hoping for, but it shall do for now. Having no time nor energy to spare on violence, she drinks what is provided to her, before entering the room provided to her. Somebody is already present, and whoever they are, they are a disappointment for even resting on the bed.
Regardless of whether they are awake or sleeping, she slowly walks over to them, her shadow falling over them. If they are still sleeping, she will say absolutely nothing, making sure that their slumber is ensured before taking further… action.
However, if they are still awake, the gaze that falls upon them is sharp and admonishing. ]
You are free to leave.
[ They are, of course, free to point out the obvious— she is free to leave, as well. ]
IV. WILDCARD [ I am flexible! Feel free to contact me at wadjet for plotting purposes, if need be. ]
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[ Thirsty beyond belief, the raven-haired woman is on her knees, drawing handfuls of water from the small pond and drawing them to her lips. In satiating her needs, she enters a ravenous state, blushless and shameless in her wanton indulgence. Water trickles from the threadbare space between her fingers, lips damp from the liquid that she continuously assumes.
Only once she feels her thirst wane, no matter how brief the phenomena may be, Semiramis focuses on the image flickering upon the pool. The queen is more than accustomed to enchantments and visions, and knows their intentions are often wayward at best. She recognizes the man that peers before her lifeless body, as well as the pang felt in the distant recesses of her heart. ]
Make no mistake. [ Semiramis suddenly pronounces as she rises to her feet, fighting back that feeling of dread, along with the fact her throat remains as parched as ever. The fact that everyone will see this scene is beyond her, she assumes that it is a scene directly addressed to her. ] By dying, I fulfilled my purpose.
II. CAMP NOWHERE
[ The days have dragged on, seemingly without end. Semiramis gazes skeptically at the pouch within her hand, something that she has to hold rather carefully due to the uncomfortable-looking spikes jutting out from her palms. Yet, somehow she is able to tear the small paper packet opening, dipping a finger within the powder to fully coat her fingertip.
Sucking it dry, Semiramis reflexively wrinkles her nose. If the other person within her presence hasn’t had a taste for themselves, she’ll pass the powder to them. The fact that she finally feels satisfied is undeniable, though the bland note on her tongue still lingers. ]
Disgusting! Who do they think we are— lepers!?
[ She says, loudly and rather offensively. Now that she isn’t feeling through exhausted, Semiramis silently casts a spell. A glass of wine materializes before her temporary companion, and a small smile appears on her face. ]
Here. Drink this as your palate cleanser.
[ If they choose to drink it, they will be subject to a minor poison that will make them feel slightly weakened at best, and very groggy at worst. Though, depending on their resistance, they may feel absolutely no side effects. Naturally, they may be able to discern for themselves the true nature of this wine. ]
III. INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE
[ Finally, Semiramis is being treated to surroundings that bear even the slightest hints of hospitality. It isn’t what she was hoping for, but it shall do for now. Having no time nor energy to spare on violence, she drinks what is provided to her, before entering the room provided to her. Somebody is already present, and whoever they are, they are a disappointment for even resting on the bed.
Regardless of whether they are awake or sleeping, she slowly walks over to them, her shadow falling over them. If they are still sleeping, she will say absolutely nothing, making sure that their slumber is ensured before taking further… action.
However, if they are still awake, the gaze that falls upon them is sharp and admonishing. ]
You are free to leave.
[ They are, of course, free to point out the obvious— she is free to leave, as well. ]
IV. WILDCARD
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