[There's no reason to follow voices in your head. Tae wouldn't even consider herself the type to follow voices that seemingly had no source if she was conscious of it. After all, that's what the reports on brainwashing said it sounded like, right? Nothing good could come out of something like this.
However, like all those who succumb to the siren's spell, she finds herself walking to a door in Vandare. She opens it up with her surprisingly strong hands and then the next she knows, she's in one of the god's sacred realms. The Fourth's arcade, filled with retro lights and gaming consoles of all different kinds. Though it's hardly Tae's scene, it reminds the old woman of Midorijima. Home is filled with old-fashioned technology, and a washed out colour scheme, and it smells an awful lot like her kitchen with those cookies that seem to be just sitting on the counter innocently.]
Bah... Who the hell called me here?
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4. Old woman gets limb enhancements (Simulacrum)
[Tae is old. Even though she'd never admit her age, it's clear by the age in her face and the wear on her fingertips, that she's older than most human women in Ryslig. She carries it well though and she walks around as if she's young and spritely, with a basket of medicine she's made for the hospital on her arm.
However, the god of this realm is merciless with her tendrils of the fog, which curl through each and every street corner. Even though she's on the streets, far from any clinic or hospital, her changes hit her hard.
She falls.
She's fallen before because of overwork, and she had been lucky that it was only a minor dislocation of her hip that could be treated at home. However, she had been warned that if she fell again, she may not be so lucky. In the brief moment before she hits the ground, horror fills her face.
When she hits the ground, she hisses loudly, her pride keeping her from screaming. Her fragile skin rips down her arms, and like liquid escaping a rubber bag, her flesh begins to gush out, as if the collagenous fibers in her connective tissues had simply stopped working. She stares at her arms in horror as she sees her veins and arteries pull themselves out of the flesh and snap, sparking like live wires, before what seems like steel begin to slowly form outwards from her bones, like how candle wax drips down a candle before hardening. Layer by layer it drips there, some of it succumbing to gravity and dropping to the floor.
And all she can do is stare. She can't get up. She can only watch as the black metal begins to form in her arms.]
Tae Seragaki | Dramatical Murder
[There's no reason to follow voices in your head. Tae wouldn't even consider herself the type to follow voices that seemingly had no source if she was conscious of it. After all, that's what the reports on brainwashing said it sounded like, right? Nothing good could come out of something like this.
However, like all those who succumb to the siren's spell, she finds herself walking to a door in Vandare. She opens it up with her surprisingly strong hands and then the next she knows, she's in one of the god's sacred realms. The Fourth's arcade, filled with retro lights and gaming consoles of all different kinds. Though it's hardly Tae's scene, it reminds the old woman of Midorijima. Home is filled with old-fashioned technology, and a washed out colour scheme, and it smells an awful lot like her kitchen with those cookies that seem to be just sitting on the counter innocently.]
Bah... Who the hell called me here?
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4. Old woman gets limb enhancements (Simulacrum)
[Tae is old. Even though she'd never admit her age, it's clear by the age in her face and the wear on her fingertips, that she's older than most human women in Ryslig. She carries it well though and she walks around as if she's young and spritely, with a basket of medicine she's made for the hospital on her arm.
However, the god of this realm is merciless with her tendrils of the fog, which curl through each and every street corner. Even though she's on the streets, far from any clinic or hospital, her changes hit her hard.
She falls.
She's fallen before because of overwork, and she had been lucky that it was only a minor dislocation of her hip that could be treated at home. However, she had been warned that if she fell again, she may not be so lucky. In the brief moment before she hits the ground, horror fills her face.
When she hits the ground, she hisses loudly, her pride keeping her from screaming. Her fragile skin rips down her arms, and like liquid escaping a rubber bag, her flesh begins to gush out, as if the collagenous fibers in her connective tissues had simply stopped working. She stares at her arms in horror as she sees her veins and arteries pull themselves out of the flesh and snap, sparking like live wires, before what seems like steel begin to slowly form outwards from her bones, like how candle wax drips down a candle before hardening. Layer by layer it drips there, some of it succumbing to gravity and dropping to the floor.
And all she can do is stare. She can't get up. She can only watch as the black metal begins to form in her arms.]
... The hell is this?