As Aisling continued to look at the poster, she couldn't help but periodically glance at the boy beside her. She was almost sure she'd never seen him before, which wasn't all to surprising. She spent her time alone mainly, on the wall, peering out into the white expanses outside of the Fortress...
Aisling's breath came out in puffs as she surveyed the landscape around the Fortress. Standing on the walls, all she could make out through the snow that fell was whiteness. Her vision had never been up to parr, yet it seemed to be getting worse and worse.
"Nothing's changed," she mused to...
Eclipse watches this, her mind still not entirely focused. Instant dislike swept across her when Grimm appeared, though she hid it behind a soft smirk. What is going on.... "Loosen up a little. It'll do you good." Okay, I'll make sure to keep that in mind when I die. Really useful advice, there...
((LATIN AND GERMAN SHALL BE AVENGED YOU LITTLE PERSON WHO IS WRONG DO YOU WANT ME TO CURSE AT YOU IN LATIN OR GERMAN BECAUSE BELIEVE ME I CAN DO EITHER!!!))
((STOP BEING CALM AND START BEING AWESOME!!!))
A) HOW THE HECK DO YOU THINK THAT LATIN IS GERMAN
B) That is Latin
C) It says clearly in my character's description that she uses Latin
D) THAT WAS FREAKING LATIN OH MY GOD
@Telluride Devil .................................................................That is Latin, and it says in my character's description that she speaks it. Heh heh, I could speak German as well but that would only serve as to make you even more frustrated....
I'm glad she doesn't know what I'm thinking, Eclipse thought sadly. "Mortem et somnus, Eclipse, filiā nocte." Coda, numquid interficere me tu? "No, for the last time. Not yet, at least. You don't have to." But I want to.... Eclipse's expression changed, the previously taught features slackening...
"Can you please try not to be so here, of all places?" Eclipse murmurs. Her voice doesn't carry, instead seeming to twist through the fog until it reaches Devil. Mortem, Coda, Mortem est bonum. "Non est bonum pro vobis," Coda thinks back, twisting up her back and settling around her shoulders in...
"Nice to meet you, sister of Grimm," Eclipse murmurs, still lost in her own thought. Mortem, mortem, mortem, Coda, numquid interficere me tu? Non, Eclipse, filiā nocte.
Eclipse joins him, crouching on the balls of her feet so that she can spring up at a moment's notice. "I really, really hope that you're right," she whispers, then lapses into silence. Mortem. Mortem est nox, ita sit? Coda? "Non est ita, filiā nocte. Nox est nox, mortem est mortem. Tu es nox...
"Really..." Eclipse trails off, peering into the darkness. "I envy your sense of calm right now." She gives a soft smile, sighing a little. Vos mori velle. Ita sit. Ego vellemus mori.
"And that will take how long exactly?" Eclipse asks. Her hair drifts around her, as if moved by an invisible wind. It's reminiscent of the shadow that is pooling out from her body, liquid in both form and appearance. "I'm worried..." She sighs, and looks at Coda. Mortem est bonum. Ita sit, sed...