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Eliza Scratch "And she didn't even let me try and tune it!" Eliza pouts a little, but she's too busy to maintain it. Also, upside down. At some point, someone installed a sturdy chin-up bar bolted to the wall of the backstage area. Apparently one of the other performers likes to stay in shape while waiting between sets. Eliza dangles from the bar by the backs of her knees, clad in Beetlejuice-striped stockings all the way up to the top of her thighs. It's a good thing she's wearing so many layers of white petticoats, because one can see right up under the white-ribboned wireframe hem of her black Victorian dress. Her long ink-black hangs down toward the floor, partially obscuring her glittered and glossed horns. (As part of her stage presence, she's discovered that a bit of gloss goes a long way in making her horns, wings, and tail look like well made prosthetic parts.) Fresh from the stage, she's already got her iPhone out and checking the band's Twitter followers, fans' Tumblr blogs, and the Gypsy Widow Facebook page. Fingers fly as she bangs out replies, updates, and retweets, all while hanging upside-down. Hot drat, she loves this social media thing. "And you know I could, too!" she adds, "I tune a violin for gently caress's sake." To be fair, it's probably for the best. She finds those electronic tuning doohickeys fascinating! Her eyes light up, glimmering red, "Oooh, new followers!" distracted again. Of course, she made her own dramatic exit from the stage, as befits the devil "persona" she playfully presents for the fans. It's called Smokebomb! Paff! pre:Eliza Scratch Approaches: Careful [+2] Clever [+3] Flashy [+3] Forceful [+1] Powers [+4] Quick [+2] Sneaky [+4] Refresh: 5/3 Aspects: High Concept Devil Musician Eliza loves music. In many ways, she equates the expression, freedom, and harmony of music as the essential reflection of the world in which she wants to live. Every spare moment she could manage, the imp spent teaching herself musical scale and instrument versatility so she could express herself in the same way. Her specialties lie in keyboards and violins, but she knows her way around quite a few instruments, especially given a moment or few to experiment. Piano, organ, harpsichord, keyboard; If it has keys, Eliza can play it. There's something about all of those little keys and the complexity of sounds they generate together that makes it a delightful play of rhythm and dexterity to the imp. She prefers rocking out with an electronic keyboard to classical piano, but that's mostly because there's more yelling involved and better parties. Violins are another favorite, partly for sentimental reasons. The first fiddle song to really arrest her ear was “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” She identifies with the song and it tickles her at the same time. Beyond that, the versatility of the violin appeals to her; from haunting, tremulous, lingering strains to quick and lively prancing melodies well suited for pixy-like (or impish) dancers. The sheer delicacy and mastery necessary to produce such a variety of harmonics with bow and taut strings also excites her fascination. For better or worse, though, keyboards are more useful for a hard rocking, heavy partying musician like Eliza, and the violin remains a charming hobby. - Invoke: Gigs, Rehearsals, Parties, Anytime she gets her hands on a musical instrument! - Compel: The Power of Music Compels Her! Nothing distracts her like music; Nothing drives her like music! Description Origin Imp Eliza is an imp. On the surface, that makes her a minor demon specializing in low-ranked servitude in Hell or as a gift-bonded slave to prospective diabolists with tempting souls or potential evil. In short, she is one of Hell's interns. On the upside, as a lesser fiend, she's immune to fire, disease, most poisons (but she can still indulge,) generally dying of natural causes, and is tougher than she looks. Furthermore, like an infernal bumblebee, Eliza shouldn't be able to fly with those tiny wings of her, but she manages anyway. It's as if fluttering her wings make her weightless. Functionally ageless, she's looked about 19 years old for 107 years now and won't be getting older anytime soon. She knows the occult world like the back of her hand... because the back of her hand -is- part of the occult world... and when she wasn't stationed on Earth, she was running errands in the Netherworld. Being a imp has its problems. As a devil-sprite, even if she doesn't work for Hell anymore, Eliza is vulnerable to the prohibitions imposed upon demons and spirits in general, holy magic, demon-trapping bottles, sacred ground, binding circles... holy symbols presented by true believers. It isn't as if she flinches anytime someone says "God" (especially if taken in vain; blasphemy doesn't hurt her.) or sees someone wearing a cross... but a priest of the cloth with real faith could compel her away such-wise. - Invoke: Knowing ancient secrets of the occult; flying like a devilish Mary Poppins; Netherworld memories; when having a prehensile tail helps grab things, when having horns help poke things, when having wings helps… well, fly; - Compel: When horns, tiny wings, and a spade-tipped tail are a pain to hide; Not caring about getting set on fire, etc.; Being ageless is great but it means permanent cover is tough and relationships with non-immortals get awkward after a while; If you think that’s bad, put her in a room with an angel or a priest; Holy “Magic” or Power or however you call it, puts a serious crimp in her style; It’s a two way street, though… Her hexes can seriously mess up a spiritual holy mojo or feng shui if she gets the drop on a priest. Description Trouble Meddlesome Meddler Further, as meddlesome as an imp is, Eliza cannot leave a problem alone. Part of it comes from a dread of boredom, but part of it comes from a functional, but imperfect understanding of morality and empathy. When something is wrong, or someone you like is sad, you fix it, right? Okay, perhaps tying the big bruiser's shoelaces together so he falls on his face in front of everyone was a bad idea, but it's a good thing to do, because he's mean and made the little girl cry! This sense of unpuzzling problems extends outside of the moral arena too, because it -is- a compulsive habit borne of doldrums as well... and Eliza tends to try her best to dismantle any enigma she finds, be they crossword puzzles, combination locks, or searching out the porn stash on your brother's laptop. Really... she needs something to do at all time. Telling her to sit still and be quiet is dangerous. - Invoke: When you have a problem needs solving… if only because she’ll never let it go; when there’s not enough hours in a day and you need someone who can squeeze everything into it; - Compel: Imperfect grasp of the human condition (helping out is a good thing, right?;) Obsessive puzzle solver; Bored… boredboredboredbored oh, what’s this? Always pack a 3DS for distraction purposes; Description Signature Power Impish Sorcery! Spawned with a predilection for dark sorcery and a potent conduit for netherworldly energies; Eliza specializes in hexes, minor curses of mischief, bad luck, and vexing torment; as well as the element of fire. While her jinxing hexes lack the flashiness and raw might of Hell's greater works; like the tumble of dominoes or the lighting of a fuse with a match, her spells cascade into a startling effect. At its most elemental, Eliza's hexes infuse her victims with warped probability, cursing them with misfortune so that whatever can go wrong... will, at the worst moments. Objects break, weapons jam, plans unravel with unlikely fits of sudden entropy and the broken odds of a universe suddenly turned cruel and impish. And if things need an extra nudge... with her magic hand, Eliza doesn't even need to touch something to manipulate it. She can grab objects with telekinetic force.... and bring considerable dexterity to bear. True, it isn't an overwhelming force, but often a clever touch is all she needs to help bad luck along by untying the right rope or flipping the wrong switch. A snap of her fingers can start fires, and a flick of the wrist can toss them. Usually, this is visible, a little ball of fire vaulting from her palm; but if she's sneaky about it, it can look like the curtains just spontaneously caught aflame. As long as she aims right and doesn't hit the cat by mistake. They say fire is a devil’s friend, and existing flames dance to her whims. So she can usually extinguish the cat, sometimes at the expense of the potted fern. - Invoke: Jinx ‘Em, Snag ‘Em, Burn ‘Em!; Font of Bad Luck and Netherworld Magic; Magical Improv and Spell Know How; - Compel: Oops! My Bad! Don’t worry, his fur will grow back! Description Aspect Personal Assistant/Hell’s Gopher The task of an imp familiar is serving a diabolist master. Anything from maintaining ongoing ritual energies, to running simple errands, gathering exotic spell ingredients, to preparing a cup of Earl Gray just as needed, fall under her job description. Essentially, they’re the perfect personal secretary… for those who value expedience over their souls. Fortunately, she doesn’t do Hell’s business anymore, but she does retain all of her job skills. Eliza is a dab hand at doing odd jobs and getting clever things done. If you need something found, she'll find it... even if it is dried newt powder at New York City at this time of night! - Invoke: Organizing, Typing, Secretary Skills; Acquisitions, Random Errands, Organized Rituals, Spell Channeling, Finding Absolutely Anything at Best Value - Compel: Managing the Expectations of Irate Cultists; Understanding Infernal Contracts, Diabolist Servitude, and the Soul Trade whether or not she likes it. Description Aspect Costumer/Clothier/Cosplayer Eliza has a great passion for gothic clothing styles, particularly the Gothic Lolita fashion popularized in Japan. Cosplay also fascinates her, indeed anything involving elaborate artfully designed outfits and costumes. As a general task-runner, she learned thread and needle for repairing masters’ clothing, but soon turned it to her own devices. She has a frilly Gothic outfit for every occasion and is always constructing new ensembles. - Invoke: Cosplay time! Giving her friends makeovers! Whenever she feels like it! Wheee! The human world is great! - Compel: When she needs a disguise (and every day requires at least a little;) when there’s a spontaneous party or a sudden gig and she absolutely must wear something fresh! Description Aspect Life! Drive Screw Hell, Eliza wants to be happy. She wants to sing, dance, play music, and laugh! She wants to enjoy the simple things, like coffee, iPods, sunshine, pizza, and meeting people she isn't supposed to torture. She wants to make friends, (and has even learned how to -mostly- navigate the complicated steps of human morality, so she can be a good friend.) She doesn't want to be human... (Free will is not a mortal commodity, otherwise Lucifer would not have fallen,) she wants to be her own person. In short, Eliza will be satisfied with nothing short of a Life. She takes to anything that catches her interest, such as music, new gothic outfits, games, and pop-culture (she’s a pop culture junkie and cosplay enthusiast) with intense gusto and devotion. - Invoke: Every Day! Whenever she wakes up! When passion demands! - Compel: Whenever life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness require willpower and endurance. When someone wants to shut her down, put her in her place, kick her out. She’s never going back to Hell. Description Stunts: Stunt Name Description Stunt Name Description Stunt Name Description Drakli fucked around with this message at 06:39 on Nov 20, 2014 |
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Eliza "And I played both a guitar and a violin on my original audition tape, remember," Eliza replies to Konnie with a crooked upside down smile, putting away her iPhone for the moment. That exciting little exchange between water-woman and mind-master doesn't go unnoticed, and she playfully pipes up, "Are we showing off now? If that's what we're doing, I could brew everyone up some nice hot tea." She makes a gesture at a pile of boxes upon which a tea kettle (which she brought to the show,) sits. It flies to her hand as if magnetized, or, really, as if she just hexed up an invisible hand made of magic. She lights the index finger of her other hand on fire with a candle-sized flame, and waves it briefly under the kettle just to show off how she's a ready made hotplate. And yes, she's still hanging upside down. But the kettle is right side up to everyone else but her. And yes, she brought the kettle so she could brew tea at a moment's notice. It goes with the outfit.
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Eliza "I can play bass too," Eliza sulks, sticking her tongue out as the band lead steals her kettle. Konnie does manage to distract her with family questions, "Oh, yeah, yeah!" She pulls her iPhone out and inspects her messenger lists, "I sent it to all of your brothers and sisters first thing!" She peers at her screen with narrowed eyes, "I might have sent it to your busha too. Does your grandmother have a facebook page?" She makes futile grabby-grabby motions at Konnie as she walks away with the imp's kettle, "I'd make some nice Earl Gray," she offers Jules, "but Konnie's being a wet blanket!"
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Eliza "Oh." Eliza gives Konnie a blank upside-down look, then glances back at the iPhone. She shrugs, "Well then, somebody's little old grandma has some exciting info about a rock concert in Philly. That she might have a granddaughter she's never met performing in. Being a total bad-rear end on stage."
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Eliza Eliza beams and unhooks her legs from the chin-up bar, doing a mid-air flip, using her wings to make herself weightless. Landing on her black, buckled shoes, Eliza holds both her arms out and up and cheers, "Cowabunga! Partytime!" She does pause as Meg waves her hand to include 'the rest of the band.' Which is her, Eliza, essentially, since Jules gets laid by Meg all the time. The imp takes hold of her own tail and starts swinging it around like a loose sash or a cane, "That's awfully sweet of you Meg, but I haven't quite figured out how to explain certain anatomical blessings to people when I'm naked." she sighs and shrugs her shoulders, "Heck, even heavy petting gets kind of risky." She leans forward, to murmur, "Somehow I doubt I'm ever going to hear, "Is that a python attached to your butt or are you just happy to see me?"" She grins... one might say, impishly at Sherry, "If you point me at who did it, I could hex them so all their cigarettes burn down to the stumps while they're still in the packages, still in their pockets, even!"
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Eliza Eliza watches Jules carry away her tea kettle with a vague shrug. She turns her hips and backside vaguely in Konnie's direction, and glances over her shoulder at the band leader, "Thanks for your confidence in my butt. I just think you human superwhatsits take not getting noticed for granted."
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A low squeal rises from Eliza's corner of the room. She bounces up and down, the lightness created when she flutters her wings causing a great deal of slowdown and hang-time at the apex of her springy jumps. "Art gallery! Art Gallery! Art gallery!" She claps her hands together, "I once saw an installation piece that involved a mosaic bar counter /and/ a life-sized bartender statue made from shards of broken beer bottles picked out of the floors of pubs and dives all over New York City!" "There was a sculpture of Spinosaurus constructed out of the cases and guts of eight and sixteen bit video game consoles!" "And one guy made this painting, like that progression you always see of Evolution of Man, but you know, if Man evolved from Sea Bass. The Creature from the Black Lagoon was like the Cro-Magnon Man!" She poings, pounces, and hangs off Sherry's arm, giving her big soulful crimson eyes, "Please can we go to the Art Gallery?"
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Eliza Of course a clothing fetishist like Eliza must need a new outfit for an event like this, and who's really surprised she has just the right costume? Currently, her costume work of art is a stylized representation of an artist herself, rendered primarily in black and white, with a dash of red. It features a short black hoopskirt, barely coming down to the bottom of her thighs, with a lacy fringe. The front of her black dress resembles a white, sewn on, faux apron with a few paint blotches artfully dyed into the fabric. Naturally, the outfit has big, poofy, black shoulders, because of course it does, though the sleeves barely come to mid-bicep. No stereotypical artist disguise rendered with a goth sensibility would be without a poofy black beret, jauntily set off kilter by her elaborately bunched up hairstyle. For accessories, she carries an cane-sized immitation painbrush as a substitute for the Goth Lolita umbrella she usually bears, and a purse designed to resemble an artist's pallete. White stockings up to mid-thigh and black buckled shoes complete the clothing aspect of her design, while acknowledging she's going to be on her feet most of the night by avoiding heels. Perhaps because at least some aspect of her ensemble has to be subtle, her face benefits from a standard pale-making goth make-up, but the precision to which black has been applied to her eyelashes, lids, and lips has a painterly quality. She is clearly in far greater awe from Sherry's outfit than her own, gaping openly and cheering her on, "Are you sure you're not a glorious golden dragon instead of a princess?" she reaches forward to carress Sherry's glittering 'hide,' "Your scales are magnificent, Madam Drakaina." Her reaction to Konnie's offer of alcohol is unsurprising, "Yes, please! Something fruity and girly, please! Preferably with a stupid name!" Her reaction to the actual art itself is varied and reflects the short attention span of a bored imp looking for distraction. She pays almost no heed to the blank canvas or the jars. There's just nothing engaging about them after you've reached the (arguable) punchline. The black and white photos catch her attenion long enough to determine whether or not they could all be assembled together in the right order to form an animated flip-book or few. Once she figures that out (and assembles the flipbook(s) in her head if they work that way,) she's ready to move on, though she's obviously more impressed if it does form into a flipbook or more. The web of yarn intrigues her, but it reminds her a bit of something she's seen in Hell. Accordingly, she needs a few more drinks in her before she looks at that. So that leaves... people. Her gaze scans the packed room, and fall upon the Twins. Her eyes glitter, "Oooh, pretty!" Eliza ducks and weaves, taking advantage of her small size (despite the wide hem of her skirt) and the literal lightness of her feet. She also makes use of her paintbrush cane, which serves admirably as a lever. Presently, and taking advantage of the fact luck is usually on her side, she pretty swiftly scoots up to the fetching twins, smiling brightly, "Hello!" Drakli fucked around with this message at 20:27 on Aug 6, 2014 |
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Eliza Without taking her eyes off the twins, and without turning down the wattage on her gleaming white grin, (with tiny fangs,) Eliza reverses the grip on her paintbrush staff and reaches out behind to 'nudge' Meg in the ribs with the cane as if to say, What, are you, crazy? I'm trying to be charming here! Grant you, she doesn't actually say that, but it's kind of the universal language for when someone's being the reverse of a wingman. Drakli fucked around with this message at 15:01 on Aug 10, 2014 |
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Eliza Eliza is almost taken aback for a moment, she really is. The euphoric sensation of sheer delight is unlike anything the devil realms offer (if the girl was a succubus, Eliza is sure it would be a hungrier euphoria,) and it nearly stuns the imp with the wonder of it. Instead, she beams brightly in return, her cheeks rosy with unexpected bashfulness. "Y yes," she fidgets her hips like a teenager with a crush, but rallies, her shamelessly broad grin helping her regain her footing, "I make all of my outfits, myself!" She gives her palette satchel a look, proudly adding, "I've considered trying to sell copies of it as a line of accessories, but I've been so busy with the band lately. Should probably be working on band swag or something, but..." Nothing keeps an emancipated imp down. She offers the lovely cut-offs-wearing twin (Luna?) a hand to shake, "I'm Eliza! Of the Gypsy Widows! What's your name!"
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Eliza Eliza stops and considers the question a moment or so, then replies, "Heavy Metal, mostly. Shades of Deep Purple holding a Black Sabbath upon the cursed decks of a haunted Led Zepplin. Also, I think Joan Jett has rented a cabin for the flight." She shrugs cheerily, "But then, we have a keyboardist and a violinist," she hooks her paintbrush underneath her armpit to point both thumbs at herself, proudly, "So we pull off a lot of weird poo poo." Eliza peers around Luna's shoulder at the bar, "So,how do the drinks work at this kind of soiree? Are they free, or can I offer to buy you one?" again, with the cheerful grin with the slightly pointy canines and glittering eyes. She pat-pats the satchel, "I'll show you some of my pattern-sketches. Simple design outlines, really." Drakli fucked around with this message at 07:02 on Aug 19, 2014 |
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Eliza Eliza glances around Luna and spots Konnie making away with the other twin. Unsure whether her band leader is being helpful as a wing-man, or deciding to divide and conquer (seductively speaking,) it's both useful and laudable to Eliza either way. She flashes Konnie a quick smile, a wink, and a thumbs up.
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Eliza Eliza hops halfway onto the bar counter, waving down the barkeep, "Hi! Give me something... purple, and the lovely lady here whatever she wants!" She drops back down into the stool rather happily, and reaches into her satchel for a sketch-pad a little larger than a paperback. "See, I gravitate towards the Victorian, through the Gothic Lolita lense..." The sketchbook does possess a fair amount of sumptuous gowns, Edwardian skirts and blouses, bonnets and hats; but there are also period-piece gentleman suits rendered in creepy black, cut for a wearer with more of a female figure, with the occasional effeminate flourish. "...but my favorite projects are when I work with a theme! Essentially, creating a costume." She stops on a page that depicts a girlish figure with pigtails, dressed as a frilly monochrome rag-doll; like Edward Gorey's Raggedy Ann. Some other sketches portray said figure dressed as an old-fashioned costumed hero in the spirit of The Shadow; caped, masked, and scarved, with a flamboyant cavalier's hat a certain duck crusader would envy. One still in the unformed sketch phase turns out to be a gothique Cleopatra. The most finished part appears to be the queen's elaborate Egyptian headdress, which seems to incorporate curved horns. Every outfit, of course, is primarily monochrome, but sometimes incorporate a few splashes or interweaves of a thematic hue... usually red or royal purple. She tap-taps a nail against the Egyptian inspired outfit, "I'm still trying to figure this one out. I know one of these days we're going to do a Halloween Gig, or one for a Fangoria crowd. I kind of want to do something mummy-ish with it, and I've been toying with using way too many belts as bandages. Belts and belts and belts. But I dunno."
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Eliza Despite the presence of Luna's glowing aura of charisma and happiness, Eliza's eyes get a far away look, as if she's not really there. In fact, the lovely twin's thoughts have sparked a creative moment in her brainspace. "So..." she suggests to the metaphoric dolphin, "I could try snake-skin patterns on the bandages; or perhaps..." she extracts a pencil from her pouch and starts sketching a close up of a mummy linen that turns out to be a strip of scales. Her eyes glitter, "... Perhaps, I could suggest that she was mummified with shed snake skins instead of bandages! Not exactly realistic, but then, commanding, strutting, sexy, mummy queen!" She spends a few long moments sketching out various snake-skin patterns, pulling out her phone to run a search, "I've got to do a herpetology trawl to find the right kind of snake-skin to make it work of course-" but then, she freezes and looks back up at Luna, "Oh, right!" Rapidly vanishing her iPhone and shutting her sketch-book, the little devil takes a quick swig of red wine and leans far forward to prop her chin up with her hands and give Luna a fascinated grin, "But enough about me! Tell me about you!" Meg's roaring swear sends a shiver down her spine, and as Meg continues to fuss and fume and make a scene in the background, Eliza's left eye twitches slightly. Twitch.
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Eliza "Oh," Eliza replies reassuringly, "Don't worry, no snakes will die in the cause of this outfit. I've known too many serpents for that. Shed snake-skin wouldn't work either; like you said, it's too dried-out and wouldn't read properly on the stage. Even actual snake-skin might not be crisp enough. Faux snake-skin is the way to go, I think." Eliza's left eyebrow slowly rises as Luna references Sherry. One can very nearly hear the sound of a bow climbing a violin string as her eyebrow rises. So the Gypsy Widows aren't the only one keeping tabs on the unusual attendees. She smiles merrily at Luna's joke, and replies, "I think she looks like a shimmering dragon with golden scales, personally," One hand still propping up her cheek, the imp turns her head to spy upon the twin's cousin flirting with her friend with a bemused eye and smile, "So, how do you fancy his chances as a dragon-slayer? She's very adroit at deflecting advances, and attire notwithstanding, is the most reserved member of our merry little band."
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Eliza "Well, you know..." she leans in conspiratorially, "She is the band manager, so she has a wealth of experience handling us frivolous creative types." waving a hand to daintily include herself in the frivolity. "Honestly, suave isn't a thing to her. If he gives the impression he can manage his own chaos, that she likes. Feel free to send him a secret cousin signal or something." She reaches out to pat the girl's hand gently and friendly-like, "But I've said so much and you haven't told me anything about you, yet." she gives a shifty-eyes back and forth, but grins impishly, "You aren't a reporter, are you?"
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Eliza Eliza bites her lower lip slightly. Hopefully, she hasn't struck a barb in on that reporter joke or playfully teasing Luna's cousin. "I was joking," she shift-shifts her hips a bit, "It's just that you're very good at getting people to open up is all," the imp says with an apologetic smile, "And I'm not a reporter either. I'm just curious," she tilts her head and shoulders, almost like an intrigued feline, and gives an earnest smile, "You seem neat! What kind of things do you like? Music, art, hobbies, what you like to do with yourself? Philly and L.A. aren't so bad. Trust me, there are much worse, far duller places to come from."
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Eliza Eliza hmms gently and reaches into her satchel, fishing around until she finds the object of her search. A playful smile slides across her face as she reveals it to be a shiny black button, ready to be sewn on to any outfit in need of repair, "I' don't know much about the importance of good taste," She starts to roll the button and juggle it along her knuckles, palm, wrist, and fingers like a street magician, "In my experience, energy is everything. It's why I moved up here. It's why I taught myself how to play music. I know it sounds ridiculously idealistic, but it was the greatest, purest form of expression I'd ever met. Words are words, and they're extremely important and useful, but music gets underneath all the lyrics and speech to the very vibe, the -energy- of the emotion or expression you're trying to convey," if Luna has a discerning eye and keeps watch on the button, she might notice that it rolls faster and even a bit more perfectly across Eliza's fingers than even a sleight of hand master should manage. At several points, it seems to defy gravity, "It's so very primal and elemental, but it's so complex and intricate at the same time. It takes real practice, skill, endurance, and attention to detail to keep up the momentum so the energy of the music flows up to its conclusion." At the finale of the statement, a flick of Eliza's wrist sends the button flipping a couple of inches into the air. It hangs there, spinning in space for about half a second longer than it should, like a cartoon coin waiting for gravity to kick in, before falling toward Eliza's palm. She winks at Luna with a magician's smile, "I fell in love with it instantly." Then, Eliza glances over at the gathering of the others, "Ut oh, looks like our friends have all met."
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Eliza Eliza squeezes Luna's hand, leaning down the stairs to call out at Meg, "We're already up here! We outran you, Sonic!" The imp does have a tendency to call her pink-haired compatriot 'Sonic the Meghog' when getting something done faster than her. Up on the roof with Luna, she rolls her shoulder and somehow manages to grin even wider. She's really good at grinning, "This is great!" She breathes deep. What with her affinity for fire, Eliza generally maintains a higher core temperature than most, so the cooler air is refreshing rather than a chill, "I love the view," she whirls to look at her lovely new friend and asks, "Is this how all art gallery openings end?"
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Eliza Just for clarity's sake, Eliza did not force Konnie to sleep in the bath-tub at their last port of call. Eliza was perfectly fine sleeping in the same bed as Konnie, even if it was a double or a single. In a way, her status as a fiendish spirit creature lacking in inhibitions actually makes Eliza oddly innocent. She wasn't planning on making a pass at Konnie (especially after meeting Luna so recently,) and Konnie certainly wasn't going to make a pass at her, so she completely fails to understand why innocently sleeping in the same bed together makes the rusalka uncomfortable. She's pretty sure same gendered siblings sometimes do that when there aren't enough beds to go around. Humans are strange. She wrote it up in her Humans Are Strange diary, (which she hopes to publish as observational fiction someday,) and moved on from there. As fidgetty and active a creature as Eliza is, she's surprisingly tolerable on a long car trip with the advent of modern mobile technology. She spent the first half hour or so text-chatting with Luna, then wrangled Sherry into playing a game of Worms on a tablet, and then spent the remainder of time fooling around with a bunch of NES and SNES games she managed to download onto said tablet. By the time Konnie starts unloading the van, Eliza actually says, "We're here already?" Hauling her gear out of the back, she queries, "The last one wasn't so bad. You liked Lyra and the bartender; and crawling spider demons from another reality didn't creep out of the tangled web-funnel in time and space someone installed in black thread on the museum wall."
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Eliza As for Eliza, setup time is also costuming time; the fans would expect nothing less than for her to strut the stage in an ostentatious outfit... and that's an image she works to encourage. Fortunately, she does a lot of setup prep ahead of time. Currently, she's adding the final touches to a gothique rendition of The Queen of Hearts. Bunched up black hair, an off-kilter, exaggerated crown, puffy heart-ringed shoulders, a cleavage squeezing bodice, and a curtain hemline that leaves her stocking clad legs in full view. A couple of props, a stuffed white rabbit dressed as a butler and a violin bow tipped with a blood-red heart complete the look. When she emerges from the changing area, she's still chatting on, "Yeah, you remember that giant web of black thread consuming all the doodads and objects? The one Meg bumped into? I didn't say anything because I figured it was just going to get taken down after the fair anyway." She pauses, thoughtfully, "Actually, come to think of it, Meg might have averted a trans-dimensional incident when she bumped the lines out of phase." Really, it's hard to tell when she's being serious and when she's telling stories sometimes. ===== Eeee! I don't even know what I did to get it, but thanks! Drakli fucked around with this message at 07:18 on Nov 20, 2014 |
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Eliza Eliza ooohs and leans forward from her keyboard, grinning like the wicked queen she's dressed up to be, "Are we talking about fun new ways to humiliate Jules again? Because I've always wanted to dress him up as Criss the Catman from KISS!" She meets Konnie's mild rebuke with a stuck-out tongue, and then, plays a few bars of The Old Piano Rag on her keyboard, just out of sass for the sake of sass.
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Nov 29, 2014 07:32
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Eliza is totally rock! She might not be grungy. She might not be heavy. But Eliza is totally Rock! She's that part of rock that bursts across metal album covers as if someone set off a secret bomb of bats, devils, dragons, and sexy sorceresses under the surface. She's that part of rock that says lace, and silk, and tiny, perky, top hats goes perfectly with dirges of gloom and doom. She's that part of rock that gave K.I.S.S. outrageous persona that straddled the way between superheroes and occult idols, that put red plastic pails on Devo's heads, and decided GWAR absolutely must have a dinosaur. She doesn't strut the stage, she glides it, the hem of her dress so long that no one can see that her toes don't touch the ground. Her "prosthetic" wings keep her adrift, as if the Red Queen of Wonderland was a vampire. She brandishes bow and violin like sacred totems as she skiffs in and out of the spotlight, and even on the keyboards, she grins like a maniac. She even gets the chance at least at one point, to cry out, "Off with their heads!" She's that part of Rock which is loving batshit crazy! And loving every crazy awesome moment of it. ==== Eliza uses [+3] flashy with Musician to rock the Casbah!
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Jan 7, 2015 09:44
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Eliza Eliza, with that odd way she has of stretching into someone's frame of reference like a tv character leaning into frame, leans over towards Jules and says, "If Konnie does a keg stand, ain't nobody going to be standing afterwards." Then, with an audible swoosh, she zips out of Jules's frame and back to Meg and Melanie. She grins, looking at Meg and Mel and Konnie with bright eyes, "We're in, right? We in?"
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Feb 4, 2015 12:03
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Eliza When she's sleeping, Eliza looks almost angelic. Even someone as active and hyper, and hyper-active as Eliza runs down eventually; and after the big gig and the big keg party, she's out like a light. Curled up in the back of of the van wearing a sleeping bonnet, she even clutches a tiny little doll dressed like Mary Poppins, but with velvet devil horns, as she snoozes. What do demons dream of? Whatever dream, it shatters as the Frogger whomps into something. She jolts forward, sleepily mumbling a snatch of Latin backwards, which would probably be a lot more sinister if it weren't a fragment of Mary Had a Little Lamb. Eliza's eyes bat open and she clambers forward into the front of the van, asking, "What's going on? Where's Konnie? Did we get a humidifier in this junk heap?" Then she notices the people. And the fact that her sleeping bonnet has fallen askew. Which gives boyfriend and girlfriend perhaps two and a half seconds to see a goth-girl with horns in the van before she dives back into the back with a squeal and fumbles for her bonnet. Drakli fucked around with this message at 10:08 on Feb 24, 2015 |
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Eliza At the back of the van, Eliza kicks the door open and emerges. Even while sleeping, she's a bit unique, fashion-wise. She wears an over-sized black shirt that reaches far enough to her knees to actually resemble a nightgown, albeit a nightgown with a big yellow 'smiley' emoticon on the chest, frowning and sticking its tongue out like it's tasted something sour. Her leggings resemble frilly stockings, alternating black and white rings of frillery that overlap each other like a petticoat's layers. And of course she still wears her big black-with-white-lace bonnet, tied securely under her chin against wardrobe malfunctions, and still clutches her Devil Mary Poppins doll. Eliza meanders over in her slippers and asks, "Okay, what's going on?" Her eyes fall upon the girl's town up legs and she sticks out her tongue, grimacing, "Yick! Let me see that." Waving her doll at the girl (which makes it look like Devil Poppins is waving her umbrella at her,) she mutters, "Super-cali-fragalistic; peroxide and antiseptic!" A weird whorl of warped and twisted probability funnels around the 'victim's legs. Against all logic and probability, germs and bacteria that try to infect her wounds are beset by hideous luck and meet terrible microscopic fates. Warped probability makes her legs feel tingly and weird, a bit like the stomach-doing-flip-flops, but in her legs instead of her gut, but the scratches will mend nicely. Any pink puffiness from infection is already fading. Only the germs suffer. "Suffer, germs! A pox upon ye pox! Bacteria face the hexing hand of Grim Juju!" Eliza declares, a dark shadow falling across her face , as if presiding over their tiny, tiny dooms! She brightens immediately and grins toothily up at the girl, "There you go, just don't roll around in the gravel! Can we go home now? I'm tired."
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Mar 7, 2015 08:29
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Eliza Eliza blinks slowly and muzzily and looks up at Sherry. So, she realizes, we're being extorted. She yawns. "Yeah, and eventually, you'll go to Hell." As off-handed as the statement is, there's something eerily knowing in her eyes and the slow, sleepy smile she grants the pair. Drakli fucked around with this message at 07:43 on Mar 21, 2015 |
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Mar 21, 2015 05:50
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Eliza "Good-Daaaaaaaammmmnnnn, Konnie!" Eliza exclaims with a sour face as she jumps back, shoved by her band leader, "No wonder the fog smelled like alcohol," she sniff-sniffs at the air in Kon's general direction, "I bet we could get a contact buzz by inhaling some of you." She listens to Konnie's crazy, but on-the-money fish-talk, then watches mystery girl drop her facade, wearing the blank and fuzzy expression of a reformed imp who's got a feeling she's being presented with a pop-quiz on morality and wonders why it's happening when she's supposed to be sleepy-bye. When the girl compliments her magic, Eliza smiles politely and nods; "It's amazing what misfortune can do, if you know where to point it," but otherwise just waits until the end of the story, absorbing the information as it comes to her. Then, sagely, she nods, "Ahhh, you're a thingy..." waving her hand in the air with grabby fingers as if it somehow explains what that means, "A, uh, Brain squeezer. You grabbed his brain and squeeze it into the right shape, angry, protective, and greedy, and point it at your rubes. I know how that works." She nods again, and pulls off her bonnet, tucking her doll into it and holding it in both hands. She has horns. "I'm a demon! I know all those dirty tricks." There's that smile again. It's sleepy, but Cheshire Cat sleepy, which is still Cheshire Cat creepy,* "I quit, because Hell is no fun, with all the wailing and screaming and regrets." ==== * Not that she's vanishing; but remember how creepy that cat smiles.
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Mar 24, 2015 07:45
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Eliza Eliza tilts her head at Sandy, working out what she's saying, "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense," She shrugs her shoulders, frowning in spotty, weary frustration, "I'm off my game tonight. Way too tired." Her eyes widen at Meg's offer, and even as the speedster and rusulka argue, she aims an indignant nudge at the pink girl's side with her elbow, "Hey? Hsst! Hey! You guys are supposed to be providing me a positive example! You know, of how to be a good person! And I know I only have my observational notes and Fraggles DVD collection to go by, but I'm pretty certain tricking and stealing from rubes is not how you be a good person, Meg." Drakli fucked around with this message at 08:55 on Mar 26, 2015 |
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Mar 26, 2015 08:52
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Eliza “You know, it’s funny,” Eliza mutters, a small sizzling escaping her voice, as if her sleep deprived crankiness is starting to get the better of her fire talent, and her tongue is starting to hiss like a hot griddle frying bacon fat, “But you’re wrong. When I look at all the people around the world, it inspires me. It fills me with hope to see so much opportunity in this mortal world.” Rather suddenly, her bat wings snap open, lifting her a few inches off the ground with a single, floating flap. “Just being able to drink tasty tea at a cozy coffee shop, sample tunes at a music-snob hole-in-the-wall record shop, to enjoy a sunshine day, each is a crystal clear fragment of happiness. Not a day goes by that I don’t relish the moments of joy this world offers,” she shrugs carelessly, “Sure, some people have it worse than others, and some have it better, and for some it’s seriously harsh, but most people have a –chance- at some kind of happiness, however humble, however fleeting.” Her tail, lithe and arrow-tipped, lashes free and she drifts up in the air to loom at Sandy as if the imp is six and a half feet tall, “It could always be a Hell of a lot worse. Literally. Look me in the eye if you think I haven’t seen it!” her gaze blazes with concentric rings of fire like a crazed cartoon character. She lifts her finger and draws a circle of fire in the air, giving it a smiley face and little tiny devil horns, “You can write it off as some My Little Pony bullshit; and I know you want to do, but it burns me up when you humans waste your wonderful too-brief life-spans thinking the world owes you a living,” she waves her hand to smash the circle into sparks and indicate Sherry and Konnie, the sparks landing at their feet, “These people are trying to help you! There’s always a piper to pay, and whether it’s the Sheriffs, some rear end in a top hat rich kid psycho who puts two and two together and dumps your body in a river, or the thrice-damned Shadows who hold the status quo by tearing magic people apart, it all ends the same. Regrets.” “Personally, I’m never going back to Hell, so I don’t care if you end up there.” She says, landing carelessly, and stretching all the kinks out, “But Sherry and Konnie seem to think it’s a good idea to help people who don’t know what the gently caress, and they’re my empathy coaches, so I’d listen to them. I’m going back to bed. Someone tell me how it turns out.”
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Eliza "Call it Zeitgeist, call it Tulpa..." Eliza begins, in a sleepy almost singsong voice, shrugging with her back turned to Sandy. She spins around and waggles an index finger in the air in the Starfish lady's general direction, "I believe the working theory is that everyone is a liiitle bit psychic," she makes the teensy-weensy gesture between thumb and forefinger, "Individually, when someone sees something they know can't be real but is, the offense to their worldview... doesn't really amount to anything," she shows her open palms and a tiny flicker of flame blinks and vanishes, "A spark." "But!" the imp stabs a finger at the air, and a ball of fire gathers there, "Enough people all become offended all at once, the Offense itself becomes a psychic entity whose Sole Guiding Principle is the certainty that You. Must. Not. Exist." The bundle of fire manifests a pair of angry eyes out of negative space, before the whole thing burns out. Eliza wears a wicked grin upon that statement, as if she is a gleeful child telling the conclusion of a thrilling ghost story. She pauses, and looks apologetic, "Oh, um, by the way, 'Zeitgeist' means 'the spirit of the times,' like the soul of collective human opinion, manifestation of the overall beliefs of the current culture; and the 'Tulpa' is a being created from pure mental focus, condensing into a living thoughtform. Like a creature made of psychic energy." rattling on like a teacher who forgot to explain the basics to a student. She goes to clamber into the back of the van, "Hop in," she chirps, "It's comfy and cozy in the back! I like garlic and hot peppers on my pizza; what do you favor? Pineapple is great too!" Drakli fucked around with this message at 06:44 on Apr 23, 2015 |
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Eliza Eliza has already curled up into a little bundle under a black-and-white checkerboard blankie, clutching her doll and at least pretending to doze. "Succubus?" she opens one eye and rolls it toward the band leader, "Konnie, honey, you're being sexist again." She goes on to add, "You're only saying powers suck because you think you're normal. Wheras I, being a demon from the netherworld, have no such illusions, and therefore know that powers are great! If it weren't for humans with powers, I'd be downstairs in a lava-pit sticking pitchforks in stupids instead of helping you lot rock the gently caress out." "Also, pineapples are great, pizza is great. Great plus great equals double great. I don't get what part of the equation you don't understand."
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Apr 23, 2015 08:57
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Eliza "The shadow guys won't take your power so much as take you apart, but yeah." "Problem with drowning is," Eliza says, unfazed by Sandy's gruesome display, although the loud noise did startle her sleepy mind slightly, "even if you can come back to life after drowning, you're still underwater and might could drown again. And again. And again until you get to shore." She looks lazily at Sandy's badly bent pinky. The imp has seen worse, "Hey, Konnie, think you could do that by turning into water or fog after you got hurt and reforming your finger back in the right shape again? Water is nothing if not protean." She squeezes a bit of tobasco sauce over her slices of Hawaiian pizza. Spicy pineapple! Yum! "I wish I could give more advice on how to find the good life, but I'm already living my dream."
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Eliza Eliza blinks and oooos, grinning so wide that she seems almost like a cat from Cheshire again, "That'd be awesome!" she chirps, enthusiastically, "You should totally hit the gym and see how well you can pump up! If it works, I'll envy the hell out of you. I bet the world is your oyster when you're tough as nails, can pick up motorcycles, and no pickle jar dares stand in your way!"
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Eliza 3/3 Eliza blinks a couple of times and looks up, "Barnacle Bill? The Sailor?" She glances around, having lost herself in the moment and only just now realizing no one in the crowd is doing so. Well, they've lost themselves, just not in the moment. "Oh, barnacle bad!" She scans the crowd with her eyes, and then... shudders. She doesn't have fur, but it's still not hard to imagine a jitter of shivers working their way up from her heels to the top of her head, like a wave of bristling fur. Her hair actually does seem to frizz out slightly from the tips to the crown in just such a wave, "I really hope that's not Legion. If it's Legion, we gotta get outta here." There's a sort of a weird tension/fizzling building up around Eliza, though it's hard to see with all shadows and spotlights contrasting, as if her probability bending ability is subtly arming. She looks... kind of frightened, which isn't something Eliza generally does. ==== Eliza's going to cleverly +3 try and assess the situation, using the aspect of Imp if she needs to draw on any occult background. Drakli fucked around with this message at 05:24 on Jun 3, 2015 |
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Eliza "By the Malice Mizer; I hope they're just a psychic brain thing." Eliza replies, hustling alongside Konnie. She needs no reminder to hurry, "They remind me a lot of someones from the old country. The really old country. Also, underground and on fire." She skids past the balding patron and vaults into the Frogger, shooting an aside to him cryptically, "Don't count on it!"
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Eliza Eliza cringes behind a speaker as Konnie draws attention to her, clutching the edge with her fingers and whimpering slightly. She does give the idea some consideration, however, "I expect I could drop a spark of disarray into the neural web. Complex systems tend to do poorly when you introduce entropy or chaos into their order. Turn off a synapse, fry a node, DOS a server. If the collective relies on their network of brains to communicate and coordinate, they might well start to glitch and lag if a handful of their minds can't stop thinking about Pink Elephants."
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Eliza Crouching and leaning forward from behind the speaker, Eliza drums her fingers on either side of her head as if trying to coax an idea to materialize from her brain. It's almost there, almost. She squeezes her eyes tight and starts lightly rapping her knuckles against her temples. Then, her eyes light up and she chirps, "I have it!" with a cheerful smile. She rushes into the depths of the van and rummages around, emerging with... a large glass jar with a lid on it, "First, we have the vessel!" She unscrews the lid, and pulls out her tablet and the earbud headphones. Placing the earbuds in the open jar, she explains, "And these are the conduit!" Searching through her favorite music streaming app, she brings up a song, grinning fangedly, "And this is the curse!" Shutting her eyes and focusing her mind, she murmurs to herself over and over again. From within the headphones in the jar, comes an even fainter rhythm, though the wary might recognize the refrain, "Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night!" She lets it go for just about thirty seconds, before saying, "That should do it. Now to add a bit of noise and garble the lyrics ever so slightly on a random level, just to make it harder to really parse the words." A moment more of focus and whorls of distorted space and time flow down the wires. Then, in a rapid set of movements, she pulls the cords out and swiftly moves to clamp the lid back on and screw it tightly shut. She hefts the jar up before the band and cheers, "And this... I call this Hex... Earwormus Maximus!" The air inside of the jar seems to weirdly vibrate, as if some barely visible sound waves turned into a living thing bounces harmlessly against the enspelled walls. ==== I'ma going to invoke Impish Sorcery with an approach of Powers +4 to create a jar of Earworm for the crowd. Think that costs a refresh point right? Drakli fucked around with this message at 14:59 on Jun 27, 2015 |
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Eliza Eliza looks at Jules somewhat blankly. She holds her jar of Earworm up, still in a semi-triumphant matter, if only because of inertia. "Um. This is a... moral... question, right?" sounding the words out and watching his eyes to make sure she's reading it right. "Um... No? Yes?" she darts her eyes around nervously to the others for guidance, "What if they're bad guys? Mind control is bad? Should we... talk to them first?"
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A moment's idea during Konnie's speech sees Eliza scurrying back into the stacks of Frogger for a set of colorful markers. From back there, she enthusiastically calls out, "Inspiring! Also, gently caress you!" Eliza Scratch - Keyboard Gothique, Devil Diva, Imp Queen of Chaos A great azure caterpillar with bright pink legs winds round and round the jar bobbing in Eliza's palm, a hookah crushed in its clutches. Whorls of violet, red, mauve, and magenta smoke spill forth from its lips, forming the words "Ear Worm" across the glass in smoggy technicolor letters. The Mad Queen's silver crown, encrusted with red plastic gemstones in the shape of hearts, rests akilter upon her bunched-up, dark hair. The other accoutrements of the Gothique Matriarch (from two gigs ago,) rejoin the crown... hastily, but artfully modified for a more martial situation. Puffed shoulder-cuffs ringed in hearts give her a more imposing silhouette, while an ebon bodice clings tight to her chest, marked with another heart... a bloody one, over her left breast. Practical considerations discard the curtained train, leaving a fringed crimson miniskirt that shows off black stocking-clad legs. Obsidian calf boots complete the ensemble, chosen primarily for heavy shin-crushing soles. Holding the jar high, ready to cast judgement down upon the unwashed masses, Eliza struts forth at Konnie's flank. She scowls imperiously. Then... then Sherry clicks into view and Eliza's grim face fumbles, "drat, Sherry!" she gasps, somewhat breathlessly herself, "How are those flails not molten?!"
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