Illisandra

The abysmal stink of the floor would often be discouraging for the general player base. For Illi it was almost welcoming, the sheer amount of odd smells she'd dealt with on the regular made it not that big of a deal. However the thick mud wasn't nearly as welcome as it suction cupped her feet into the ground and with every step threatened to steal a shoe from her foot. "Ick." Illi expressed in a quick disapproval, taking a glance down at her boots and noting the thick layer of brown that had rimmed the bottoms. Tucked neatly behind her right shoulder was a long rod, and on the end near the soi

The promise of free food to a starving stomach. Illi was racked with the grumbles of a barely lined stomach on a fresh afternoon, where difficult days of constant grinding to afford her hotel room had left her wallet a little worse for wear like her feet. The catch? A dress code. The girl hardly showed much more then her face and her hands, so the sudden shift to something easily 10 times more revealing had her feeling way more vulnerable. Without much of a poker face, it would be plastered all over a frazzled expression. Yet determined to save a buck, she'd power through like a good little so

Walking around the town of beginning, trying to figure out how she was going to get her next meal. It was then that she remembered that Enya had a food shop. She had reconnected with her at the beach the other day. Her food is weird but it is edible and free maybe. Working for it might have to be a thing if Enya didn’t think the same way. She was unsure what it would consist of but it couldn’t be all bad right? If only she remembered where the shop was. Opening her HUD she sends Enya a message. She responds back quickly with the location. “NOICE” saying a bit too loudly as people start staring

The girls stomach rumbles early this morning, as she exits the tavern she'd rented a room out of and with reluctance she takes out what little food she still had available and starts to chew through it. Consumes Last Field Ration It would work to make her stomach shut the fuck up at least for a little bit. The long scythe draped across her lap, she sat idle on the fountains rim. The water poured out of the top creating a cascade, trickling in behind her with a constant white noise. The city was a little dull today, not many people inside it. Illi wondered where the heck they all had

Eyes narrow a bit, as Enya just starts snacking on the bagel. That was hers, blinded by her concern she'd pelted the girl with it. "Definitely, and THAT is mine." Illi extrudes as she swipes the foodstuff back from the girls clutches, debating eating it given cooties. Evidently she ends up stealing a bite, as Enya starts just rambling about books. "Did I break something? Yeah I read, so does a lot of people. Don't think my books are your style powderpuff." An immediate emerging puddle as water oozed off of Ren, dousing himself under the thing. "Given how lost you were last time, that does

Out of battle regen 1/3 "What stripes, I don't get what your getting at stretch." her attentions locked to Ren with a bout of confusion. "Oh that, that's a spell. Mark of Death, pretty close and basically could mean either. I studied it like a home... with a book." An eyebrow raising toward the sentiment. "You find that stuff interesting Ren?" As if he'd just found some sort of excitement button, her normally callous behavior falling away to the prospect of another interested in the occult. Illisandra had always been the weird one, the girl to avoid and most thought she was creepy given h

A hearty tug makes a heavy and near traumatizing snap, Illi losing all sense of balance as her world takes to a free falling nightmare. Bits of soil scatter all around, as a nice 3 foot root lingers below the tiniest stem. Grinding to a halt, covered in dirt and looking like she just got sandblasted and coated like a handful of powdered sugar. Shaking her head, an agitated and irritated scowl plastered to her face. Limply the girl lifts the branch up, and her outrage turns to jubilation. "That's right you son of a bitch, guys I got the fucker." Holding this sickly looking thing with an entire

OOC: We should have bought that tent, we live here now Most of the group had moved on, but Illi with her scarred pride would not let this damn thing get the best of her. Kicking Dimos in the shin as he passes by. "Rude. I said forget it. Never happened." The girl still looked appalled by the sheer embarrassment she'd experienced due to such a menial chore. While the others were so easily defeated, Illi began to size up her opponent. This was about to become the battle of the ages. Inspecting it carefully, twisting the leaves and looking down the little pock mark where the root was poking

Upkeep, +1 EN Starting to pant, running out of juice rather quickly. This was beginning to become rather serious. "Just....Stop." Illi murmurs, struggling to catch her breath under insistent gasps of air. Why there was so many damn wolves, this is why she stayed out of the woods. The woods suck, and just like Ren said how the hell the ecosystem could support this many predators was completely nonsensical. "Anyone got any ideas?" she comments as her scythe blade reappears, because if this didn't work she'd be completely tapped. Winding it back, and slicing through the air she began to

Illi's face contorts into a rather displeased outrage, raising up after getting all the soil out of her hair. Dusting off her behind and fixing her skirt. "Listen here you little shit." Yelling at the plant now, she spits in both hands before rubbing them together. The woman latches onto the stem and begins to heave and tug in the most sporadic and volatile way possible. Frankly it would appear as though she'd pull something other then a plant out. "What....In....The....Total....FUCK!" Illi murmurs between each tug, constantly redirecting and attacking from different angles. After a few minute

Scanning Dimos carefully, "Oh no you don't fucker. You want a paycheck your helping." Before wandering into the woods with the other goons. She'd never admit it but these deeper parts give her the heebie jeebies, and all these people offered her a bit of comfort. Eyeballing a patch of what was presumably what Zackariah wants, Illi began to rub her hands together. "Woah woah, Powder puff no need to get your knickers in a bunch. I'm not that delicate that a few rogue remarks are going to make me break down in tears." Looking over to Dimos "Even if he is a dick, he's our dick now. At least until

Upkeep: +1 EN, top of the turn Completely oblivious to the coming threat as she rights up her weapon, the translucent part of the edge beginning to fade into obscurity. Twisting her head back at Ren's sudden shock and drawing a blade, flying out of the tree line is a pack of wolves come tearing ass out. Illi shrieks having little rebuttal given her skill stasis was still locking her out, virtually paralyzed in place. A gleaming powerhouse comes flying through, sending bits of fur in a blast as a few whimpers decree that nearly all of them had expired. "Fuck that was close, thanks Ren

"Hey...HEY! Watch where your touching, suit. I'm not done here." The girl screeches as she clambers for anything she can grab that isnt taped down. Ending up with 3 nails and a bit of string, puffed out cheeks and feeling like an idiot a couple doors down. "I was looking for a plant." Illi scoffed beneath her breath, embarrassed by the mistake. "Armor? How bout we get paid before we try spending it, capisce?" Scanning the shop of Zackariah's with a irritated tone, her demeanor quickly shifts from one of anger to mischievous joy. Slinking to and fro behind various glassware that makes her

"The hell are you doing!?" Illi remarks looking at Enya with the most disturbed look on her face. "I am not a farmer, and if these fuckers want vegetables they can do that their damn selves." As the girl scanned around, Illi grabs the girls head and turns her to face a small collective of deer. "You see that, that's meats, cook." Releasing the girls head and ripping her right arm out to her right. "Watch me twinkle toes, I don't got all day to be sitting around playing fruits basket. Also deal, Stre- Ren. Ren. That. Deal. But me first." A flash sees a pole appear that she twirls like a st

"That's where you got off to, us girls have to stick to-" eyeballing the newly arriving Ren with half a bagel sitting out of her gullet. "Oh hell yeah, welcome to the club meat shield. I was just forcing Enya to pick up cooking." Dropping a bit of crumbs all over the place before she plucks out a little baggy filled with clams and other random shit. "Save me a buck or two, and then I dont have to do it. Win meet win." Gesturing with both hands with a bagel hanging out of her mouth before she pats Enya with an open palm. "So my guy. You joining in the fun then. Would be good to not have to sew