[God Quest] and maybe the real me

Thalassa

In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas

She hadn't planned to delay her visit to the shrine for so long, but between the masquerade and getting cured and making amends, Thal had been a little busy. Still, she had to fight the bit of anxiety at seeing Dygra again after last time. The goddess hadn't seemed bothered by her infection, but it bothered her that she'd let it affect her so, that she'd been so manipulated that she'd gone to Dygra to help the Family. It was embarrassing and frustrating and made her want to scream away the memories, but she wouldn't hide. No. She was done hiding and she was done letting them control her. 

When Thal steps into the Temple, it's with no signs of hesitation, a certainty cracking in the heel of her boots against the obsidian floor. It continues like the drums of war, striking each impending thought that will destroy her enemies. Not a warning - the acceptance of inevitability. Because nothing will stand in her way anymore. 

Her blood splatters across the floor as she slashes her palm, but she doesn't flinch, ignoring the sensations of 'pain' in a purse of her lips and set of her jaw. Placing her hand against the stone, there's only a single breath of preparation before she invokes the name of her goddess, low and reverent, "Lady Dygra."

Fingers wrap cruelly against her dagger like she might slash away the hollowness that had taken hold again while she says quietly, "I found the reason for my uncertainty - the infection that had taken hold. I - " She pauses, anger and shame rising as she grapples with her own weakness again, swallowing her pride as she admits, "I failed you before." But then she moves past the moment, giving it a split second to exist before she hardens her emotions, shoving aside the wounds in favor of the determination and utter fury that courses through her. "It won't happen again." The promise - threat - in her voice echoes the chambers like stone being etched. 

"I don't need the power for the same reasons anymore, but I still want to be stronger," her eyes narrow, heat blazing through her veins as she finishes, "so no one can do that to me again."

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Thalassa is turning in her quest from this thread: the old me is still me

1. Complete a thread starting a fight with someone she likes.
friendly fire - started a fight with Kia
2. Complete a thread doing something unexpectedly nice for someone she dislikes.
[SE] the edges drop off - helped Deimos (*gasp*)
3. Complete a thread sailing The Marauder through a lightning storm. (Even better if the ship is struck by lightning in the process!)
[SE] storm it all to hell - sailed with Tal, got hit by lightning
4. Complete a training thread at night, focusing on remaining unseen.
[Training] fine line between - hid physically and emotionally from Vesper XD

Dygra

Thalassa's blood hisses and smokes against the stone where it hits, as if responding to the fire of her temper, and the heat that fills the shrine is nothing short of rippling, liable to scorch and simmer any who stand within it who aren't of Ancient heritage. "We fail so we may learn." Dygra's voice purrs out, rumbling beneath Thal's feet and up through her legs into her very bones. The splatters of blood all begin to crawl together as she speaks, coalescing into one rippling pool.

"We fail so we may change," she continues, her tone deep and dark and patient. "Where you were uncertain, now you are sure. Where you hesitated, now you strike true." A steady drumming will sound in Thal's ears, like a heartbeat that both is and is not her own. "And that is something to be proud of. Go, sweet dark one. Go and burn brighter than ever before."

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Thal has completed her quest and has received the following!

Siphon (Ancient) (Dark)
[*]Basic form: Can absorb life force from a living creature via touch. Heals for 50% of the user’s basic damage and damages the target for the remaining 50%.

Table coding by Sky <3

Thalassa

In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas

The heat embraces her and she embraces it, her eyes falling closed as the blood beneath her palm sizzles and steams. Her goddess's voice is a feeling more than a sound, vibrating through her feet and into her ears with a familiarity that has her relaxing into the trembling. There's comfort and reassurance to be found, a voice of reason that she can't argue with, that pulls away bits of the guilt and shame that still trail her. 

A drumming beats in her, calling forth a new magic that sings with the promise of power. She breathes it in, letting the physical and emotional change settle in her bones, welcoming it with open arms and a fanged grin. Thal dips her head, reverent and determined not to squander the faith placed in her. "Thank you, Lady Dygra. I will do it all in your name."

[FIN]