[Dreams and visions of death and the end of the world weren't new to Jade. In fact, it kinda came with the whole "Prophetess" gig.
[But this was something else entirely. One didn't need to be a Prophet to know that. Was it the Cleansing already? Had she taken too long? She expected it to hurt more. She had dreams about it sometimes -- the blinding light, the agony, like there was a fire burning her from the inside. This felt different. This felt... disconnected. The Sea of Eventualities fades, until not even a single Glance could show her one of the millions of possibilities that this could have gone differently. To pull her magic from one of those realities and change the outcome of this one.
[But it's nothing. She's nothing. She always had been. Father was right about her. She was tainted from the start. She was an idiot for thinking she could simply run from all of it -- hide away in Duneville and not expect the consequences to finally catch up with her.
[When she feels cognizant again, part of her refuses to move. So she lies still, stony, her limbs gone cold. It isn't until that particularly resistant, rebellious part of her kicks in that she tears herself up from the dirt, kicking and screaming.
[And fuck it all, she is screaming. Her lungs expelling oxygen as she chokes somewhat on the dirt and sand in her throat, some semblance of life returning to her veins. Her tattered clothes fair no better, the shreds revealing hints of a scarred body on what now appears to be a half-feral, six-foot-nine tall elfin woman.
[After several seconds of just... breathing, she glances around. But before she has the chance to prioritize anything else--]
No...!
[She's digging into the pockets of her leather pants, until she pulls out a necklace with a small black stone attached to it, carved in a strange star-like shape. The panic on her mein turns into abject relief when she brings the stone to her chest, and she sinks to her weakening knees.]
Oh. Thank fuck.
[Not all has been taken from her -- not yet.]
ii. island hopping
[There was once a time in which Jade would have delighted in excuses to join some drunken revelry. Not because she was a particularly outgoing person in truth, but because it was a distraction. That's all it ever was. Something to forget that the world is shit and she lived in a shithole country that was torn apart by three decades of civil war. That's why she liked taverns, or just anyplace where people can relax and enjoy themselves.
["The sky can rain fire out there. In here, you'll always meet laughter and good humor." That's what Jespar had told her once. Blazes. Were they still even friends after the shitty things they said to each other? Jade intended to apologize to him the next time they meet, but... if the world really is gone...
[Despite needing a distraction, Jade is still very hyperaware of the rising tensions of the world she's in now, and that she hadn't actually stumbled into some fantastical paradise of an afterlife after all (not that she ever believed in such things. A "last dream", maybe, but not an afterlife). From the war in Nehrim to having a front-row seat to her misguided countrymen's invasion of Enderal, she'd seen her share of war, though never actively participated in one. However, that didn't stop the forces of "fate" from trying to get her involved in one way or another.
[While trying to get her bearings, Jade sets out to get the lay of the land, this time thankful not to be as frequently met with crazed red-eyed locals or animals driven to insanity by the Red Madness when out exploring. While in Springstar, she spends more time eavesdropping than making friends, casually nibbling on some cheese or bread while actively avoiding anything remotely to meat, save for the roasted fish. These things... taste similar to the kinds of things she's eaten on Vyn, but something about it feels off. Maybe she's disassociating, but it's hard to tell what feels real and what feels... just wrong. Her endeavors to obtain information fall short when she becomes lost in the moment, sitting in a chair whilst staring down at a piece of cheese like it's some bizarre puzzle she can't make heads or tails of.
[Her trip to Highstorm is met with a far less welcoming approach. As Jade listens to Lady Yima speak, her face blanches somewhat at the talk of a "new world" and promptly rips her scarred hands away.]
Nah, I've heard trash like that before. That guy was an asshole, too. No thanks. Sorry.
[Jade doesn't care who hears her, be it Lady Yima herself or the people who support her. This time, she doesn't indulge in the promise of free food, her appetite withering by the end of the speech. She is not moved.]
iii. cheers
[Some time later, she overhears a few conversations, people referring to a "coffee shop" and "barista" -- words that are alien to someone from a world where such things don't exist. Or if they did, the concept was completely new to her.]
A what now?
[Jade sees the cart and the drinks being served to other people, but she doesn't trust it. Actually, she doesn't trust much of anything in this place.]
iv. wildcard
[ooc: Hit me with something else if none of these suit your fancy! Feel free to send me a PM or hit me up on plurk at whippoorwill as well.]
Jade "the Prophetess" | Enderal: Forgotten Stories | New player.
[But this was something else entirely. One didn't need to be a Prophet to know that. Was it the Cleansing already? Had she taken too long? She expected it to hurt more. She had dreams about it sometimes -- the blinding light, the agony, like there was a fire burning her from the inside. This felt different. This felt... disconnected. The Sea of Eventualities fades, until not even a single Glance could show her one of the millions of possibilities that this could have gone differently. To pull her magic from one of those realities and change the outcome of this one.
[But it's nothing. She's nothing. She always had been. Father was right about her. She was tainted from the start. She was an idiot for thinking she could simply run from all of it -- hide away in Duneville and not expect the consequences to finally catch up with her.
[When she feels cognizant again, part of her refuses to move. So she lies still, stony, her limbs gone cold. It isn't until that particularly resistant, rebellious part of her kicks in that she tears herself up from the dirt, kicking and screaming.
[And fuck it all, she is screaming. Her lungs expelling oxygen as she chokes somewhat on the dirt and sand in her throat, some semblance of life returning to her veins. Her tattered clothes fair no better, the shreds revealing hints of a scarred body on what now appears to be a half-feral, six-foot-nine tall elfin woman.
[After several seconds of just... breathing, she glances around. But before she has the chance to prioritize anything else--]
No...!
[She's digging into the pockets of her leather pants, until she pulls out a necklace with a small black stone attached to it, carved in a strange star-like shape. The panic on her mein turns into abject relief when she brings the stone to her chest, and she sinks to her weakening knees.]
Oh. Thank fuck.
[Not all has been taken from her -- not yet.]
ii. island hopping
["The sky can rain fire out there. In here, you'll always meet laughter and good humor." That's what Jespar had told her once. Blazes. Were they still even friends after the shitty things they said to each other? Jade intended to apologize to him the next time they meet, but... if the world really is gone...
[Despite needing a distraction, Jade is still very hyperaware of the rising tensions of the world she's in now, and that she hadn't actually stumbled into some fantastical paradise of an afterlife after all (not that she ever believed in such things. A "last dream", maybe, but not an afterlife). From the war in Nehrim to having a front-row seat to her misguided countrymen's invasion of Enderal, she'd seen her share of war, though never actively participated in one. However, that didn't stop the forces of "fate" from trying to get her involved in one way or another.
[While trying to get her bearings, Jade sets out to get the lay of the land, this time thankful not to be as frequently met with crazed red-eyed locals or animals driven to insanity by the Red Madness when out exploring. While in Springstar, she spends more time eavesdropping than making friends, casually nibbling on some cheese or bread while actively avoiding anything remotely to meat, save for the roasted fish. These things... taste similar to the kinds of things she's eaten on Vyn, but something about it feels off. Maybe she's disassociating, but it's hard to tell what feels real and what feels... just wrong. Her endeavors to obtain information fall short when she becomes lost in the moment, sitting in a chair whilst staring down at a piece of cheese like it's some bizarre puzzle she can't make heads or tails of.
[Her trip to Highstorm is met with a far less welcoming approach. As Jade listens to Lady Yima speak, her face blanches somewhat at the talk of a "new world" and promptly rips her scarred hands away.]
Nah, I've heard trash like that before. That guy was an asshole, too. No thanks. Sorry.
[Jade doesn't care who hears her, be it Lady Yima herself or the people who support her. This time, she doesn't indulge in the promise of free food, her appetite withering by the end of the speech. She is not moved.]
iii. cheers
A what now?
[Jade sees the cart and the drinks being served to other people, but she doesn't trust it. Actually, she doesn't trust much of anything in this place.]
iv. wildcard