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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP
« on: December 14, 2013, 05:14:51 PM »
One moment she was sitting in her office at the law firm and leaning back in her chair eating her second lunch: a nice foot long sandwich with the works. It was something to tide her over until she could arrange the funds to get away from this simple, mortal life and begin her search for completion. Plus, it was simply delicious. Anything large and filling like that was worth ingesting, savoring, and burning up in the unceasing furnace of her being. It was never quite enough, not like mana was when gifted to her by willing sacrifice, but any substitute was better than nothing.
The next moment? She found herself in an alley, flat on her bum in a puddle of stagnant water. It took her a full minute to overcome her disorientation enough to recognize it, looking down at the wetness she felt soaking into the expensive dress pants she wore.
"... this irritates me," Valda concluded out loud, before taking full stock of her situation.
Okay, first, she had to find her glasses... there. They were right next to her, a little wet but no worse for wear. She grabbed those between manicured fingers and placed them neatly back on her face.
Then she had to find her sandwich.
...
...
There was no sandwich. Her magnificent sandwich, not even a quarter of the way finished, was gone.
Valda clenched her fists and trembled in an unpleasant physiological reaction- anger. Yes, it was anger. Some force had torn her from the center of her admittedly meager influence and deprived her of her direly craved sustenance. This was a worthy cause for such a response.
A snarl escaped her throat, and she stood up from the puddle to begin stalking out of the alley. She could figure out a plan later, because right now she needed power. Power enough to find and punish the insignificant ember of consciousness that dared to take from her and send her about without her permission!
Then she paused and considered her backside. 'A new pair of pants might help, too.'
The next moment? She found herself in an alley, flat on her bum in a puddle of stagnant water. It took her a full minute to overcome her disorientation enough to recognize it, looking down at the wetness she felt soaking into the expensive dress pants she wore.
"... this irritates me," Valda concluded out loud, before taking full stock of her situation.
Okay, first, she had to find her glasses... there. They were right next to her, a little wet but no worse for wear. She grabbed those between manicured fingers and placed them neatly back on her face.
Then she had to find her sandwich.
...
...
There was no sandwich. Her magnificent sandwich, not even a quarter of the way finished, was gone.
Valda clenched her fists and trembled in an unpleasant physiological reaction- anger. Yes, it was anger. Some force had torn her from the center of her admittedly meager influence and deprived her of her direly craved sustenance. This was a worthy cause for such a response.
A snarl escaped her throat, and she stood up from the puddle to begin stalking out of the alley. She could figure out a plan later, because right now she needed power. Power enough to find and punish the insignificant ember of consciousness that dared to take from her and send her about without her permission!
Then she paused and considered her backside. 'A new pair of pants might help, too.'