[Callisto has already been to the underworld. This isn't it. Where do gods go when they die? She'd hoped that they, of all beings, would be allowed to disappear into nothingness after their typically lengthy existence, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. Once again she's been denied the finality she desires so greatly, and this realization causes her to let out a frustrated scream skyward even as she lays in the sand.
Whatever power she had as a god is gone. She can feel that already and it only adds insult to injury. She rolls onto her stomach, fingers digging claw-like into the sand. This can't continue forever, with her being tossed around from one existence to the next. Whoever brought her here would come to regret that decision, even if she's completely powerless.]
Where is this?
[She yells out to the world at large, expecting something omnipotent to hear her. What she needs first is acknowledgement.
ii.
Don't bother handing me any more. I'll just burn them.
[It would be good fuel for her campfire, anyway. They seem to have plenty of colorful ink and paper to spare so it would hardly be a waste, which is a bit of a pity. She's literate enough to understand the gist of what's on them, but there are still a lot of terms and phrases that are completely beyond her and she doesn't care enough to figure them out.
Despite what she's just said, she grabs a pamphlet out of someone else's hands and begins idly folding it as she walks.]
Can't even hire a proper town crier.
iii.
[Compared to all the other strange locations she's seen in this world so far, this one is the most familiar. Even here there exists a certain amount of technology beyond that of her time period, but at least some of the structures are more similar.
That doesn't mean she likes it. It's just easier to understand.]
Not much of a hideaway if just anyone can wander into it, is it?
[Someone like her. They might be surprised at how much damage she could do, even as a human. A god should be able to hear her musing out loud in their domain, right? If this was her own world, one might even appear to contest her. Their egos demanded it.]
iv.
This world is a joke. And I'm tired of these games!
[With an animalistic shriek, Callisto slams a metal trash bin into the brick wall of an alleyway. Then she pulls back, cradling her head in her hands. She's experienced pain before. Pain is nothing. She laughs her way through it. But this, this is a different sort of feeling entirely.
She's mid-transformation, the tells of her new monster form quite obvious by now, and she's looking for a new target to vent her frustrations on.]
((ooc: Special wildcard prompt! I couldn't decide what monster to pick, so you get to pick it for me. Choose one in your header and I'll pick a concept for it on the spot to respond with.))
Callisto | Xena, Warrior Princess
[Callisto has already been to the underworld. This isn't it. Where do gods go when they die? She'd hoped that they, of all beings, would be allowed to disappear into nothingness after their typically lengthy existence, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. Once again she's been denied the finality she desires so greatly, and this realization causes her to let out a frustrated scream skyward even as she lays in the sand.
Whatever power she had as a god is gone. She can feel that already and it only adds insult to injury. She rolls onto her stomach, fingers digging claw-like into the sand. This can't continue forever, with her being tossed around from one existence to the next. Whoever brought her here would come to regret that decision, even if she's completely powerless.]
Where is this?
[She yells out to the world at large, expecting something omnipotent to hear her. What she needs first is acknowledgement.
ii.
Don't bother handing me any more. I'll just burn them.
[It would be good fuel for her campfire, anyway. They seem to have plenty of colorful ink and paper to spare so it would hardly be a waste, which is a bit of a pity. She's literate enough to understand the gist of what's on them, but there are still a lot of terms and phrases that are completely beyond her and she doesn't care enough to figure them out.
Despite what she's just said, she grabs a pamphlet out of someone else's hands and begins idly folding it as she walks.]
Can't even hire a proper town crier.
iii.
[Compared to all the other strange locations she's seen in this world so far, this one is the most familiar. Even here there exists a certain amount of technology beyond that of her time period, but at least some of the structures are more similar.
That doesn't mean she likes it. It's just easier to understand.]
Not much of a hideaway if just anyone can wander into it, is it?
[Someone like her. They might be surprised at how much damage she could do, even as a human. A god should be able to hear her musing out loud in their domain, right? If this was her own world, one might even appear to contest her. Their egos demanded it.]
iv.
This world is a joke. And I'm tired of these games!
[With an animalistic shriek, Callisto slams a metal trash bin into the brick wall of an alleyway. Then she pulls back, cradling her head in her hands. She's experienced pain before. Pain is nothing. She laughs her way through it. But this, this is a different sort of feeling entirely.
She's mid-transformation, the tells of her new monster form quite obvious by now, and she's looking for a new target to vent her frustrations on.]
((ooc: Special wildcard prompt! I couldn't decide what monster to pick, so you get to pick it for me. Choose one in your header and I'll pick a concept for it on the spot to respond with.))