01 ⛤ INFORMATION SESSION [HIGHSTORM or SPRINGSTAR] ⛤ “Look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay."
[One of the newly arrived shard-bearers can be found meandering around the fringes of both of the so-called "information sessions", a long-legged northern beauty with hair like tinted ice and eyes so black that they seem to consume everything around her. Though the dress code is supposed to be rather different for each gathering, she remains in the same attire, a near scandalously short robe tied lazily with a sash and a shawl-like fur wrapped around her throat... but kept open in the front, baring a substantial amount of cleavage. Cleavage that is decorated with colorful ink, a honeycomb pattern spilling down from her shoulder and onto her breast, where a giant hornet lay in wait.
But surely that is just a work of art.
Whether she is draped across a chaise lounge in Helopolis with a pipe in hand or leaning against a pillar in the courtyard of Yima's manor with a flute of champagne curled in elegant fingers... she will ask many other shard-bearers the very same question, her voice husky and low, her smile enigmatic and inviting. Her dark eyes allow only for the truth, no matter what form it may take.]
Say... which of these factions do think will claim the prize... ?
02 ⛤ INFORMATION SESSION [HIGHSTORM or SPRINGSTAR] ⛤ “Nothing can be well learned that is not agreeable to one’s natural taste.”
[But this woman has more to do than find the lay of the land she has found herself in. The people, the players... It seems they will all be playing a far larger role in influencing this world than most demons, spirits, or ogres could claim to possess in her own. How peculiar. How twisted.
A perfectly manicured nail draws sensually up a spine, or perhaps curls over a shoulder, not a warning before that hand moves... directly for wherever the aspect tattoo rests on another body. Regardless of where it might be, shamelessly. The voice that follows the touch is a nearly a purr. Or maybe a "rumble" is the better word- this woman is a canid, after all.]
Hoh... So this is where karma has chosen to mark you? Might I see the work closer... ?
03 ⛤ WANDERING [KOWLOON] ⛤ “Autumn is no time to lie alone”
[Perhaps most of the new arrivals have headed the warning to stay in the soft light of Springstar or the comforting darkness of Highstorm. It surely makes sense, to stick to safe streets and places where those who knew best advised you to go.
But this woman had never cared much for rules or staying still. In the streets of Kowloon she is like a butterfly flitting from dirty flower to dirty flower, brushing her fingers over a silver hairpiece at a shop, idly watching passersby from a sagging roof, listening to a speaker in a square... and eventually, finding her way to a den of sin. She looks as if she belongs there. But ah...]
Do you have one for me, too, hmm?
[A drink, a light for her pipe, or a smoke... Pick your poison. She's asking for it, either way.]
KIRITSUBO ☯ ZONE-00
⛤ “Look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay."
[One of the newly arrived shard-bearers can be found meandering around the fringes of both of the so-called "information sessions", a long-legged northern beauty with hair like tinted ice and eyes so black that they seem to consume everything around her. Though the dress code is supposed to be rather different for each gathering, she remains in the same attire, a near scandalously short robe tied lazily with a sash and a shawl-like fur wrapped around her throat... but kept open in the front, baring a substantial amount of cleavage. Cleavage that is decorated with colorful ink, a honeycomb pattern spilling down from her shoulder and onto her breast, where a giant hornet lay in wait.
But surely that is just a work of art.
Whether she is draped across a chaise lounge in Helopolis with a pipe in hand or leaning against a pillar in the courtyard of Yima's manor with a flute of champagne curled in elegant fingers... she will ask many other shard-bearers the very same question, her voice husky and low, her smile enigmatic and inviting. Her dark eyes allow only for the truth, no matter what form it may take.]
Say... which of these factions do think will claim the prize... ?
02 ⛤ INFORMATION SESSION [HIGHSTORM or SPRINGSTAR]
⛤ “Nothing can be well learned that is not agreeable to one’s natural taste.”
[But this woman has more to do than find the lay of the land she has found herself in. The people, the players... It seems they will all be playing a far larger role in influencing this world than most demons, spirits, or ogres could claim to possess in her own. How peculiar. How twisted.
A perfectly manicured nail draws sensually up a spine, or perhaps curls over a shoulder, not a warning before that hand moves... directly for wherever the aspect tattoo rests on another body. Regardless of where it might be, shamelessly. The voice that follows the touch is a nearly a purr. Or maybe a "rumble" is the better word- this woman is a canid, after all.]
Hoh... So this is where karma has chosen to mark you? Might I see the work closer... ?
03 ⛤ WANDERING [KOWLOON]
⛤ “Autumn is no time to lie alone”
[Perhaps most of the new arrivals have headed the warning to stay in the soft light of Springstar or the comforting darkness of Highstorm. It surely makes sense, to stick to safe streets and places where those who knew best advised you to go.
But this woman had never cared much for rules or staying still. In the streets of Kowloon she is like a butterfly flitting from dirty flower to dirty flower, brushing her fingers over a silver hairpiece at a shop, idly watching passersby from a sagging roof, listening to a speaker in a square... and eventually, finding her way to a den of sin. She looks as if she belongs there. But ah...]
Do you have one for me, too, hmm?
[A drink, a light for her pipe, or a smoke... Pick your poison. She's asking for it, either way.]