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undergrounds2015-08-11 01:59 pm
divinerighttorule) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-11 01:59 pm
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Sowing the Seeds (OPEN)
A Wish Come True
The little vendor stall suited her well, Azula thought. Besides, there were always plenty of people who were fascinated by 'Eastern' culture.
Dressed as a miko, she played the part perfectly. There were little good luck charms and a place to burn incense along with a little wish.
Of course, these people had no idea that the charms would do exactly what she promised. That their wishes could come true. But that payment would be exacted.
"That's it, dear," she said with a smile, her accent much more prominent than usual. "Write your wish and what it's worth to you. The spirits don't give for free, I'm afraid." And the young woman at her booth did just that. "Now, burn it and send your wish to the gods."
Azula smiled at seeing the paper shrivel. It would be waiting for her in the Other Realm when she returned.
Fanning the Flames
[Lambeth.
It's... not what she truly likes, no. The mortal world in and of itself is dull. Too inconstant, too fragile. But there must be trouble. Because trouble gives her an excuse to act, a chance to sew discord even among the ranks of the Seelie. After all, there's a throne she wants to sit upon.
So, it's simple enough.
A werewolf here, who she reminds of the wrongs done his kind. A vampire here, who she gives a mouthful of her blood. A witch, who she points in the direction of a hunter.
Little things in the borough, day and night. Sometimes it's as simple as her being in a cafe at a certain hour of the afternoon or walking down an empty street at night.]
Wildcard
Choose your own adventure!
The little vendor stall suited her well, Azula thought. Besides, there were always plenty of people who were fascinated by 'Eastern' culture.
Dressed as a miko, she played the part perfectly. There were little good luck charms and a place to burn incense along with a little wish.
Of course, these people had no idea that the charms would do exactly what she promised. That their wishes could come true. But that payment would be exacted.
"That's it, dear," she said with a smile, her accent much more prominent than usual. "Write your wish and what it's worth to you. The spirits don't give for free, I'm afraid." And the young woman at her booth did just that. "Now, burn it and send your wish to the gods."
Azula smiled at seeing the paper shrivel. It would be waiting for her in the Other Realm when she returned.
Fanning the Flames
[Lambeth.
It's... not what she truly likes, no. The mortal world in and of itself is dull. Too inconstant, too fragile. But there must be trouble. Because trouble gives her an excuse to act, a chance to sew discord even among the ranks of the Seelie. After all, there's a throne she wants to sit upon.
So, it's simple enough.
A werewolf here, who she reminds of the wrongs done his kind. A vampire here, who she gives a mouthful of her blood. A witch, who she points in the direction of a hunter.
Little things in the borough, day and night. Sometimes it's as simple as her being in a cafe at a certain hour of the afternoon or walking down an empty street at night.]
Wildcard
Choose your own adventure!