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Deimos!
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Messenger / Diplomat

Age: 26 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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#1
am i running through that mind of yours at all?
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Honestly, if it weren’t for Deimos being so willing to help, Rexanna isn’t sure that things would go as smoothly as they have. At least her hands and arms work, her ribs are fixed, as is her nose, and she has managed to make it to Deimos’ door to invite him out to help her get new eyes. And of course an escort around the mud and what not that encompass the world around them now.

It’s dusk out, the sun hidden beyond the horizon but still light enough out to see quite clearly should Deimos need to. And he’s kind enough to bring her toward the Oasis as the moon begins its own illumination. “She said she needed a Magma Vermis. Alive, if I could manage it.” She snorts, nose wrinkling up as she ties her hair back.

Do you think a net would suffice?” She’s not sure, but it seems as good a guess as any.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds \ Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 5 Attuned - Strg: 23 - Dext: 23 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 23
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Stalwart, steadfast, contributions of valor, honor, and some age-old primordial tactics, he was due to be the weapon, the armor, and everything else in between on the night’s knife edges. Familiar, routine, to be a stalking, predacious thing, cloaked in fringes of faults, flaws, and damnation, customary Reaper tendencies flanked in Sword convictions. His arm served as her guiding point, a silent sentinel, a towering monolith, as they contorted along boundaries; half a notion to snarl and sneer, murderous distortions, unfortunately not useful in a venture where their prey had to remain alive. As the sun knelt and the moon surfaced, they were still potential dominions in the midst, not shells or vessels of things they once were – but heightened, extended, expanded, collected affirmations of terror, anarchy, sedition, and the hidden decibels of glacial barbarity. One of them simply needed a renewal in sight.

The beast hid his disappointment in not unraveling something in pure oblivion or vehemence, the fervent sigh carved to the back of his throat, where it remained, only arching his brow as they advanced along Oasis inclines. The wrinkle to Rexanna’s nose indicated she likely thought the same; or she believed he’d probably first go in for the kill. He could nuance a different role for her though. “We can try.” A shrug, closer and closer, his eyes appealing to puddles, searching for the larger earthworms, likely increasing their threshold and territory since the latest rainstorm. Once the darkness became an absolute, he partially shifted his eyes to the tiger’s, feline enamel and layers stoking the shadows, rapacious endeavors catching hold of a wiggling formation from the corner of his eye. “Found one,” and he easily ushered her along, turning and twisting in their movements, in their heralded advance, hands already glowing with the unfurling of a net in gilded palms.
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Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Messenger / Diplomat

Age: 26 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9
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am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
She acutely can remember the bite to her ankle she received last time she encountered one of these worms. She also distinctly recalls the smell of cooking chicken of all things, when her fireworks had singed the flesh once upon a time. Perhaps just for the sheer idea of it, they could kill a couple of them… Nuisances that they were. Besides, many of the Naturals cooked them up for food, so what harm would really be done?

She mentions a net, however, and she pauses just enough to try and pinpoint the sound. “Alright.” She offers quietly. “Maybe kill a couple of them if they try anything.” She teases, earlier thoughts slipping through as she can hear Deimos moving around. He must have made a net, she assumes, focusing on the angle he points her to when he mentions he’s found one.

Silently, she listens to the movement of the worm in the mud, pinpointing its direction and size similar to echolocation, her hearing far better now that her eyes are gone. Hands glimmering with a bit of fire, she focuses on the location of it, trying to corral it on the sides so Deimos can have a shot to try and glance it with the net. But then, came the question, of how to keep it alive until she had all the other parts to the quest…

Something to think about. “I think I have it blocked off.” She informs him, wrists bending slightly with ease, angling the flame to herd it toward where she recalls Deimos had stood.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds \ Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 5 Attuned - Strg: 23 - Dext: 23 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 23
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#4
DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
The teasing rolled along his shoulders, an arch to his brow despite the dark, despite her blindness, indicating he would singe and kill, rip and tear, if it became a necessity. The notion of being incapable of thwarting some giant earthworms might’ve caused a massive snort – except he’d learned not to think anything on this damned earth as inept or ineffectual, something threatening lurking beneath clouds of dust, of ash, of spectral lights; he wouldn’t discount a worm thriving along the water either.

His eyes went to her fire, the attuned predilections then flickering away from it, garnering their ambience in the shadows, slow, presiding, predacious motions inclining towards the designated target, net silently unfolding in his hands. It was a rapacious stalking, hushed and vivid, a customary semblance of movement he’d adopted and adapted to within Helovia, when chasing shadows, when protecting, when patrolling, when doing anything to save anyone in his kingdom. At her actions, he nodded, not yearning to indicate any other sound, an opportunity for the worm to snag and take, wriggle, evade, and escape.

Then like a ghost, like a wraith, like a phantom, he unfurled the netting, ends weighted down, attempting to toss it over the beast, intending for gravity, aim, direction, and precision to ensure its capture.
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Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
They have it trapped, it seems. There’s no note from Deimos that she’s fried it or that she’s missed it, and so she continues to try and herd it the best she can in the growing dark – eyes unseeing but going off of intuition to try and hear where the worms may be scurrying and hiding – all except for the one that they have targeted. And instead of the confirmation, she can hear Deimos’ toss as the net lands on the ground with a slap of mud because of their weights.

She extinguishes her fire, focusing on the sound of where the worm was to decide if they need more – before she can hear it thrashing around in the net, bouncing and angry and hissing somewhat. And Rexanna grins as she turns toward Deimos, face alight with wonder and happiness. “I think we got it?” She asks, wanting confirmation, but completely uncertain without her eyes. And she’s certainly not going to stick her hands down there to find out.

She’s not like Sam, after all.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds \ Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 5 Attuned - Strg: 23 - Dext: 23 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 23
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
It fought against the weights, as any living, breathing being would, and he waited, watched, for the inevitable exhaustion, or for a caged malice to spread – the hissing fury not sinking or simmering away. As Rexanna put out her flames, his attuned eyes shifted over the length of the beast, ascertaining dynamics and length. “Yes,” confirming, while his hands spread apart, while the length of his creation magic surged and pressed, a gilded, glowing, guiding mass – a tank taking shape, rectangular, long enough for the earthworm to be comfortable within, to exist, to breathe, to live for as long as Rexanna required. The monolith placed it on the ground, tilting his head a fraction of an inch, studying, scrutinizing, ascertaining proper protocols, pondering how else the damned thing was going to persevere and endure. What did they even eat?

His hands lifted to hers for a second too, guiding. “Stand right there,” hoping she could remain as another measure, another weight, another presence, along the outskirts of the net, to ensure the worm didn’t escape. “I created a tank for it,” and then, on another thought, a lid followed suit, smaller air holes punctured through the top so it could breathe, off to the side, waiting to be utilized. The Sword granted it into her palms, so it was there when required. He rose and followed along the boundaries of the snare. “When you are ready, I can lift it.” And if she wanted to help and assist, since it was going to be wiggling, squirming, and yearning to break free, by all means; or linger just below, so when he placed it along the newfound cage, there’d be no doubt of its doomed, damned stature.
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Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Messenger / Diplomat

Age: 26 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9
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am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
A confirmation is all she needs to nod to Deimos. And after a moment, she can hear the worm beginning to tire, trying to fight against its restraints unsuccessfully. She can’t help the slight smile of success cross along her face before Deimos’ hand reaches hers and tells her to stand there. She obliges, remaining in place and waiting for his instruction.

At the mention of a tank, her smile grows a bit wider. “You think of everything.” She comments quietly before a quiet laugh leaves her. “I’d be lost without you, you know that?” She offers with a dip of her head and a quiet chuckle of laughter. And she takes the lid when he offers it to her, waiting for him to take his place. And soon enough, he does, informing her that when she’s ready.

She tucks the lid under an arm, reaching for the net with a decisive nod, knowing he’ll be able to guide her to help drop the worm in. “Ready.” She announces, somewhat cheerfully, excited. And she waits for his own confirmation before she lifts the net to follow him and drop it in the tank, reaching for the lid to cover it and lock it into place.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her <3
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds \ Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 5 Attuned - Strg: 23 - Dext: 23 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 23
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DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Her words punctured somewhere in the midst of his chest – and perhaps it was good that she couldn’t see the slightest widening of his eyes, the surprised, bewildered expression brewing over his face, uncertain what to do, what to say. Perhaps that had been her inclination, to thwart and shock, to peel away lacquer, layer, and enamel, an effect to render his reserve and nonchalance into the midst for half a second more; he breathed, eased the tension in his shoulders, and fought the statement. “You would find a way,” with or without him, as she’d always done, in the depths of the cold tundra air, or in the wake of mountainous upheavals, departures, demises, Rexanna the Penumbra ever capable of adapting. Deimos wasn’t a necessity, not for anyone, not for anything, just one more calculating demon and infidel in the midst of many, a monster in the multitude.

But then they were ready, and the thoughts had to slink back into his mind, into his soul, for later, later, later (or never; because then he might be forced to believe her statement was true, and habits, routines, told him to fight, to defy, to unravel). He said naught along her reels of excitement, but understood the notions, the slide of enthusiasm and eagerness; the worm was a necessity for new eyes, for the ability to see once more. At her notion, his hands went down along the net, palms tucking over and around the worm, felt it thrashing, annoyed and irritated again at its inability to escape. “Hold it still,” he instructed, quietly, gently, not so much a command but an indication of prowess, reaching upwards, then over, and finally intending to descend along the top of the tank, where he could unfurl the netting and release it into the vessel.
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