09-11-2025, 03:02 PM
FAZIA
There’s no one to blame for Fazia’s lack of progress with the tasks given to her on the mountain except herself — but that hardly matters. It’s so much more satisfying to blame everyone else. They’re not interesting enough to try to possess so what is she supposed to do? Lower her standards? Absolutely not.
She was interesting and she deserved to float around in some interesting minds. Or possess someone. However it worked. If she was going to exist in the body of someone else for a while they could at least spark something inside of her.
This evening, she decides to stop being the bait, hoping to lure someone in, and focuses on being the hunter. Taking a more active approach in this whole quest thing. You know, just in case it makes a difference.
Just in the small, miniscule chance the lack of progress is her fault.
The sun is just beginning to touch the horizon, the shadows long and cold as she walks along the bank of the river. Red light projects from her body, touching the frozen ground and water. She cannot wait for spring, when the water will flow once more and not be so stagnant and rigid. Water was her friend, it flowed around her in a caress. Ice? Slippery and incredibly rude.
There’s still enough immaturity in her that she gives into the temptation to pause and stick her tongue out at it, the indifferent ice, and give it what she thinks is an excellent snarl for good measure.
She was interesting and she deserved to float around in some interesting minds. Or possess someone. However it worked. If she was going to exist in the body of someone else for a while they could at least spark something inside of her.
This evening, she decides to stop being the bait, hoping to lure someone in, and focuses on being the hunter. Taking a more active approach in this whole quest thing. You know, just in case it makes a difference.
Just in the small, miniscule chance the lack of progress is her fault.
The sun is just beginning to touch the horizon, the shadows long and cold as she walks along the bank of the river. Red light projects from her body, touching the frozen ground and water. She cannot wait for spring, when the water will flow once more and not be so stagnant and rigid. Water was her friend, it flowed around her in a caress. Ice? Slippery and incredibly rude.
There’s still enough immaturity in her that she gives into the temptation to pause and stick her tongue out at it, the indifferent ice, and give it what she thinks is an excellent snarl for good measure.
@Infernal oh hi