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mmmfilletofsoul) wrote2011-01-23 02:14 am
mmmfilletofsoul) wrote2011-01-23 02:14 am
5th l o s t s o u l ~ [Action]
[It was Sunday today. That meant today was the day Cheyenne had to do something she hated doing more than anything else in Luceti.]
[Grocery shopping.]
[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]
[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]
[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]
[Grocery shopping.]
[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]
[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]
[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]
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...what do you think it would be like, being unable to tell the difference between happiness and sadness?
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I wouldn't know, Cheyenne-chan.
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1/3
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His head tuurns to her, his eyes narrowing and his tone getting flatter as the fear of her which has abated a little with continued chats starts to creep up again]
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My kind is incapable of aging in the same manner most creatures do. I only age during periods of starvation.
The form I took last November is what I looked like a little over 200 years ago... at least, I am fairly certain that is how I looked.
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Different, then.
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Prior to becoming an illusionist, it is likely I would have been very different. However, I no longer possess any memories of my life during that time.
[At least, none she can prove are real.]
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[Because that just makes it more unsettling. Can she infect other people?]