[ She didn't say that she would help, not exactly. As in with any group of people (bug people or otherwise) there are bad elements to be weeded out, specially if they're in the circumstances these ones are. Stranded, desperate and looking to settle. Prime conditions for someone to let their true colors shine... or to take out the ones that belong to her already without much fuzz.
So Tisiphone is on the prowl, hands on her pockets and eyes full of violence, her walk more of a stalk, her whole presence a warning sign. She's not about to subtlety go about her businesses. For the most part she's not really feeling like murderers might be hiding on the tents, but that's not stopping her from giving it the old college try. She might find someone or she might not, but at least it'll take her mind out of the ridiculous of her own situation.
That said, the aura of danger that surrounds her feels completely at odds with her appearance. Tall, pale and skinny, you wouldn't believe her to be anything remotely divine. It's not as if she cares about other people's opinions though.
Her train of thought is interrupted when she feels the familiar tug at the back of her head. Stopping dead on her tracks, her head whips to the left. Close by, there's someone... someone that's calling her. She makes a sharp turn on the next tent, pace picking up, teeth bared in something that could pass as a smile. ]
Finally. Time to have some fun.
Prompt iv
[ Someone gave her a thing... a thing made of paper, apparently. Tisiphone doesn't really care about the ways of this place, nor she listens to whatever the man is telling her. It's all background noise to her, for the most part. She pushes him away and keeps on walking, eyes focused on the thing. She vaguely recalls him mentioning two people need to pull it? To do... something? ]
Who the fuck has time to make something like this...?
[ She looks around, eyes scanning the face that makes her the less annoyed, and when she finds someone she goes towards them and shows them the cracker. ]
Here, pull this thing. It does some shit. It'll be fun, right? And if it's not, I'll go back and force feed it to the guy that gave it to me.
[ What's the worst that could happen?
ooc: the cracker can be of any kind btw ]
Prompt v-1
Friendr
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» Age: fucking old » Seeking: no » Preferences: no » Interests: murder, torture and chocolate » Bio: you either know me and you're fucked, or you don't
Tisiphone/Tiphany Wright | Original Character
[ She didn't say that she would help, not exactly. As in with any group of people (bug people or otherwise) there are bad elements to be weeded out, specially if they're in the circumstances these ones are. Stranded, desperate and looking to settle. Prime conditions for someone to let their true colors shine... or to take out the ones that belong to her already without much fuzz.
So Tisiphone is on the prowl, hands on her pockets and eyes full of violence, her walk more of a stalk, her whole presence a warning sign. She's not about to subtlety go about her businesses. For the most part she's not really feeling like murderers might be hiding on the tents, but that's not stopping her from giving it the old college try. She might find someone or she might not, but at least it'll take her mind out of the ridiculous of her own situation.
That said, the aura of danger that surrounds her feels completely at odds with her appearance. Tall, pale and skinny, you wouldn't believe her to be anything remotely divine. It's not as if she cares about other people's opinions though.
Her train of thought is interrupted when she feels the familiar tug at the back of her head. Stopping dead on her tracks, her head whips to the left. Close by, there's someone... someone that's calling her. She makes a sharp turn on the next tent, pace picking up, teeth bared in something that could pass as a smile. ]
Finally. Time to have some fun.
Prompt iv
[ Someone gave her a thing... a thing made of paper, apparently. Tisiphone doesn't really care about the ways of this place, nor she listens to whatever the man is telling her. It's all background noise to her, for the most part. She pushes him away and keeps on walking, eyes focused on the thing. She vaguely recalls him mentioning two people need to pull it? To do... something? ]
Who the fuck has time to make something like this...?
[ She looks around, eyes scanning the face that makes her the less annoyed, and when she finds someone she goes towards them and shows them the cracker. ]
Here, pull this thing. It does some shit. It'll be fun, right? And if it's not, I'll go back and force feed it to the guy that gave it to me.
[ What's the worst that could happen?
ooc: the cracker can be of any kind btw ]
Prompt v-1
» Seeking: no
» Preferences: no
» Interests: murder, torture and chocolate
» Bio: you either know me and you're fucked, or you don't
Prompt v-2
un: tilphousia
tell me about your gods
Prompt vi
[ Tisiphone is somewhere high, perched like a bird of prey. Fitting, really.
She's scouting, seeking. Hunting.
Behind her, two massive, seemingly black wings expand. Or maybe you're seeing things?
Approach at your own risk (and if you can get that high safely). ]