Annabelle remained silent for a while, her near unblinking eyes observing... waiting.
Farazia had managed to get a free moment to catch her breath. A moment free of the clutch of Annabelle's clones of ice.
"Cover me." She commanded, removing her hand from Jay's shoulder. She moved from her...
There was a resolute crack as Farazia's blade struck the side of the monster, it's toothy grin quickly changing to unbelieving shock. The sword was now lodged in the side of the beast, sending a decent chunk of ice and snow to the ground. While it hadn't been sliced in two (thanks to Dar'Vange)...
"Nyeh? Aren't you a lucky fella! Already luckier than eighty percent of the vampiric saps I've met in my years, that's for sure!!" She laughed a for a bit, remembering something briefly. A sudden coughing fit, forced her to straighten out, re-addressing Casper.
"So you gotta impress this...
OOC (Dang, you killed off Lucifer already! I had wanted to help, but hey, it's all good! The only issue is what to do with the remaining four glowing creatures, seeming how they were there to fight just in case things got hairy. I definitely don't want to harass you all with a total of eight...
Clumsily walking around with her head backwards, Sasha managed to collide with Casper in the hallway. Only after stumbling backwards and flopping backwards over a table did she correct her head's placement.
"Oof! Hey, watch where you're going! You let me bump into you, and I had my head...
Sasha slammed the door behind her and threw her suitcase down, finally opening the bulging bag and letting everything inside spill onto the carpet.
The suitcase had been full of pots, pans, assorted cans of food, this thing, thadda thing, whatnot, and doohickeys she had been collecting for...
There was a sudden loud crash from behind the group as a painting fell from the wall to the floor. Sasha, still lugging that giant suitcase around, was clinging to the wall. Extra appendages were sprouting from her back in order to maintain a solid grip on the smooth surface.
"Oops! Don't mind...
"Nyeh! Name's Sasha. I'm just a poor soul out to find someplace to stay. Don't mind me, noooo sir!" She winks, flashing a small yet toothy grin.
"Now if you'll excuuuuuuuse me, I've got a suitcase to drop off. Bye, Bye!" Waving, she barges out of the hallway and into the main lobby. Despite the...
Sasha's head appeared at the end of the hallway, her ears twitching as she eavesdropped on the conversation.
"Well whadda ya know! Do I really smell that bad?!" She sniffed one of her paws, which grew a mouth and clamped onto her nose. "I thee where you're khomign frub".
She trotted down the...
The doors opened to the apartment complex, and in strode Sasha, boisterous and brash. In one hand, she carried a suitcase packed to the brim and bursting. In the other, she carried an address and a number.
"Nyeh! This place is awful! It's too... clean!!" She said aloud, scanning the walls and...
Oops I overdid it.
Monster Sign-Up:
Name: Sasha.
Nickname: N/A
Appearance:
Age: An estimated 400 something years old, but nobody really knows. She sounds like someone who's barely turned 20.
Race: Kasha. Kasha are mythical cryptids from ancient Japanese history, believed to be...
The children of the frost holding Farazia down continued their effort in detaining the goddess of death. A kick to the head managed to make one shatter into ice, but it did not matter, as the conditions were perfect for three more to crawl out of the snowbanks, latching onto their target with...
There it was. The moment that the glowing oddities were waiting for.
A multitude of small, freezing hands latched onto Jennifer and swiftly pulled her out of the way of Deaths attack, moving the ice and snow out of position to create an escape route out of the snaring slush and sleet. They...
The Earth Kingdom, ancient as the dirt and dust, still resides in the vast and deep canyon where it started millions of years ago.
Pueblo houses line the sides of the canyon, water works of all kinds keep the arid ground springing with life and energy, and all sorts of constructed deviations...
The glow shuddered and stopped in place.
As if it commanded the blizzard, the winds stopped briefly... listening, almost.
It felt the imbalance in the trees. It felt the quaking roar. There was trouble behind it and before it.
There was a pause. Those who payed close attention could see...