Post by Lone Dancer on May 30, 2022 18:49:50 GMT
[Characters belong to Tali, they are not mine. This was a just prompt I took.]
In her hands a crinkled poster; emblazoned on it was the logo of a smiling jester. This town was her chance to hit it big, and then even bigger. So she tromped forward, ignoring her leg’s strange unwillingness to follow the road. Glass vials clinked inside her pink satchel, contingencies in case Plan A failed.
But she was confident that she could woo the judges on her own. But if not, always a good idea to have alternative options. And it meant she wouldn’t have to take some other alternative options. She shuddered a bit at the thought, before resuming her cheerful gait. Truly all was well.
Here Niha was, at the large, heavy oak gates. Pulling out a simple small mirror from within her satchel, doing her best not to disturb the vials too much, she looked herself over. She frowned when a pale white face stared up from within the mirror.
“Go away,” Niha muttered. This was not the time for this killjoy to arrive. Featureless eyes narrowed, unblinking. Niha shook the mirror, but still, the face remained. A string of curses tumbled out of Niha.
Those words don’t quite fit your face if I have to say.
“Yes, yes I’m very pretty now; shut up, this is my chance, and I’m not going to let you kill it.”
You’re planning on drugging the judges.
“It’s only in case things go wrong.”
Mhmm…
“Just, shut up,” Niha growled out. As far as she knew, some witch or wizard cursed her, with a second self. One that wanted to be all boring and live alone and around nobody. Where’s the fun in that? To be just another unnamed person forgotten by all?
No. Niha would make her mark on this world! As she took a stepped forward, her body seized up as her limbs very much did not want her to enter that gate. Deep breaths, she told herself as she wrenched her legs into walking position. Some passersby gave her odd looks, but she didn’t care.
You win this, and then what?
Niha merely let out a short laugh instead of answering.
You’re not real. You’re a mistake on my part that went too far
“I’m not real? Please, you just some cruel prank that talks. Now. Shut. Up.”
With a burst of mental effort, Niha shoved the voice far down into the canals of her mind, promptly ignoring the protests.
Steadying herself on the brick wall of a simple house, she fully stood up, and brushed herself off. She realized she was still clutching to mirror, and ignoring the pale skin it revealed, put it back in her satchel with equal care she took it out with.
Glancing around, she quickly found the largest congregation of people. In fact, it was rather hard to miss the long line. Wringing her hands, she walked towards the building everyone else was at, with the large sign fastened on with a familiar logo.
The place was bustling, crowded, and rank of the sweat of dozens of performers in close proximity, mixed with aromas of various perfumes. As Niha strode through, she ignored the occasionally tug on her tail, merely death glaring the culprit.
She put on her best peopling face, and got ready to mingle. Meaningless chatter happened as folks waited in line. Niha knew this was just filler before the auditions, but it didn’t hurt to make some friends. Besides, a few spritz of her own carefully crafted perfume and people just found her naturally likable.
It was almost her turn in line when Niha first noticed the creeping cold sensation within her chest. Calm assuredness made way for internal panic as she recognized the signs. Glancing at her fingers, already the tips pale white instead of a healthy human color.
“No, not now, not now” Niha muttered under her breath. She tried to fight it, to push back. But it was futile. The cold was spreading throughout her limbs, shaping her into a new form. Her fingers became more clawlike, longer.
As the cold spread, everything became hazy, and the last things Niha recalled was
My t-urn”
Bean shook herself off, hating the icky feeling of Niha’s rather special concoctions. The general mood of the place changed with her appearance. The people that were friendly with ‘her’ earlier were now backing away, concerned. For a halting second, the room was silent. But it went back to bustling as if it was nothing. Many of the folks here have seen stranger in these lands.
However Bean was in a predicament. She was trapped, simply put. The sheer mass of bodies meant she could not leave the way Niha came in. And she would rather be flayed alive than go into the audition room.
However a simple problem had a simple solution. Making sure to emphasize every sound, her body began to contort in a cacophony of cracking bones and snapping flesh. She grew even taller, fingers growing to whip-like lengths. She made sure to have one hand have more fingers than the other. Humans hated asymmetry.
With a leap, she began to skitter on the ceiling, off the floor. As she did so, humans dove to the ground, others pulled out weaponry such as daggers and knives. But still she skittered, far too long fingers easily finding purchase. With a violent push, the entrance door burst open and she launched herself out.
Now outdoors she didn’t have to hunch any longer. Fingers dragging against the ground, she made a lurching gait out of the frenzied town. At her current size, it was rather easy to clamber over the walls.
Once over the stone brick, she began to shrink down into far more manageable form. Her stomach ached, her body hurt. Extending her mass to such levels required much energy. She needed to eat something before her base instincts took over completely. Humans did not take well to her folk, and if she was mindless, that was her doom. A rabbit dashed by but Bean was quicker.
With a scoop it was caught, and needle like fingers punctured into flesh, draining it of its precious life blood. Having her minor fill from the now desiccated husk of a rabbit, Bean pulled out her fingers, wiping off the dust onto the sun dappled grass.
That was quite the rush of events.
You ruined it. YOU RUINED IT. A furious voice screamed within Bean’s mind. Shaking her head, she began to hum a merry ditty, finding a suitable walking stick within the grass. Off to the forest she went. She would find more filling meals there.
The sun was shining, birds singing, and Bean was content. Today truly was a fine day.
The sun was shining, birds singing, and Niha was just all around living her best life. Truly a thing couldn’t go wrong, not today! A voice inside her head harrumphed, and she swiftly plastered a smile back on after her minor frown. Grovewood Town was just ahead on the worn path, and she was certain she would arrive before long.
In her hands a crinkled poster; emblazoned on it was the logo of a smiling jester. This town was her chance to hit it big, and then even bigger. So she tromped forward, ignoring her leg’s strange unwillingness to follow the road. Glass vials clinked inside her pink satchel, contingencies in case Plan A failed.
But she was confident that she could woo the judges on her own. But if not, always a good idea to have alternative options. And it meant she wouldn’t have to take some other alternative options. She shuddered a bit at the thought, before resuming her cheerful gait. Truly all was well.
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Here Niha was, at the large, heavy oak gates. Pulling out a simple small mirror from within her satchel, doing her best not to disturb the vials too much, she looked herself over. She frowned when a pale white face stared up from within the mirror.
“Go away,” Niha muttered. This was not the time for this killjoy to arrive. Featureless eyes narrowed, unblinking. Niha shook the mirror, but still, the face remained. A string of curses tumbled out of Niha.
Those words don’t quite fit your face if I have to say.
“Yes, yes I’m very pretty now; shut up, this is my chance, and I’m not going to let you kill it.”
You’re planning on drugging the judges.
“It’s only in case things go wrong.”
Mhmm…
“Just, shut up,” Niha growled out. As far as she knew, some witch or wizard cursed her, with a second self. One that wanted to be all boring and live alone and around nobody. Where’s the fun in that? To be just another unnamed person forgotten by all?
No. Niha would make her mark on this world! As she took a stepped forward, her body seized up as her limbs very much did not want her to enter that gate. Deep breaths, she told herself as she wrenched her legs into walking position. Some passersby gave her odd looks, but she didn’t care.
You win this, and then what?
Niha merely let out a short laugh instead of answering.
You’re not real. You’re a mistake on my part that went too far
“I’m not real? Please, you just some cruel prank that talks. Now. Shut. Up.”
With a burst of mental effort, Niha shoved the voice far down into the canals of her mind, promptly ignoring the protests.
Steadying herself on the brick wall of a simple house, she fully stood up, and brushed herself off. She realized she was still clutching to mirror, and ignoring the pale skin it revealed, put it back in her satchel with equal care she took it out with.
Glancing around, she quickly found the largest congregation of people. In fact, it was rather hard to miss the long line. Wringing her hands, she walked towards the building everyone else was at, with the large sign fastened on with a familiar logo.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The place was bustling, crowded, and rank of the sweat of dozens of performers in close proximity, mixed with aromas of various perfumes. As Niha strode through, she ignored the occasionally tug on her tail, merely death glaring the culprit.
She put on her best peopling face, and got ready to mingle. Meaningless chatter happened as folks waited in line. Niha knew this was just filler before the auditions, but it didn’t hurt to make some friends. Besides, a few spritz of her own carefully crafted perfume and people just found her naturally likable.
It was almost her turn in line when Niha first noticed the creeping cold sensation within her chest. Calm assuredness made way for internal panic as she recognized the signs. Glancing at her fingers, already the tips pale white instead of a healthy human color.
“No, not now, not now” Niha muttered under her breath. She tried to fight it, to push back. But it was futile. The cold was spreading throughout her limbs, shaping her into a new form. Her fingers became more clawlike, longer.
As the cold spread, everything became hazy, and the last things Niha recalled was
My t-urn”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bean shook herself off, hating the icky feeling of Niha’s rather special concoctions. The general mood of the place changed with her appearance. The people that were friendly with ‘her’ earlier were now backing away, concerned. For a halting second, the room was silent. But it went back to bustling as if it was nothing. Many of the folks here have seen stranger in these lands.
However Bean was in a predicament. She was trapped, simply put. The sheer mass of bodies meant she could not leave the way Niha came in. And she would rather be flayed alive than go into the audition room.
However a simple problem had a simple solution. Making sure to emphasize every sound, her body began to contort in a cacophony of cracking bones and snapping flesh. She grew even taller, fingers growing to whip-like lengths. She made sure to have one hand have more fingers than the other. Humans hated asymmetry.
With a leap, she began to skitter on the ceiling, off the floor. As she did so, humans dove to the ground, others pulled out weaponry such as daggers and knives. But still she skittered, far too long fingers easily finding purchase. With a violent push, the entrance door burst open and she launched herself out.
Now outdoors she didn’t have to hunch any longer. Fingers dragging against the ground, she made a lurching gait out of the frenzied town. At her current size, it was rather easy to clamber over the walls.
Once over the stone brick, she began to shrink down into far more manageable form. Her stomach ached, her body hurt. Extending her mass to such levels required much energy. She needed to eat something before her base instincts took over completely. Humans did not take well to her folk, and if she was mindless, that was her doom. A rabbit dashed by but Bean was quicker.
With a scoop it was caught, and needle like fingers punctured into flesh, draining it of its precious life blood. Having her minor fill from the now desiccated husk of a rabbit, Bean pulled out her fingers, wiping off the dust onto the sun dappled grass.
That was quite the rush of events.
You ruined it. YOU RUINED IT. A furious voice screamed within Bean’s mind. Shaking her head, she began to hum a merry ditty, finding a suitable walking stick within the grass. Off to the forest she went. She would find more filling meals there.
The sun was shining, birds singing, and Bean was content. Today truly was a fine day.