Seth Nightlord ∞ Augusta Vladika (justaprettygirl) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-08 23:57:00 |
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Who: Seth Nightlord & Open.
What: Resting from Digging Information Street-Selling.
Where: Outside St Vibianas.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open.
It had been a nice day. Many flowers sold under her belt and information dug here and there, corroborating what that girl had spoken on the board. A cult to the Dark Slayer. Seth giggled a little at the idea, recalling the worship of the Dark Saint by the Terrans in her world, ignoring she was the same bane that they were supposed to be. People did dumb things when they weren’t informed. That was why Seth decided she would know everything she could and do the smart thing in an awkward situation to keep her mouth shut.
She mocked a lazy yawn against the dying sun, stretching her arms; one hand held firmly the swirling green parasol while her petite frame leaned on the stone steps of the Saint Vibiana’s Cathedral. She didn’t really consider this place 'home' instead, she used it as a safe-guard bed for appearance's sake, that genetics company Selene owned had become more of her solace and headquarters while the streets her territory. She blew a yellow rose petal from the tip of her nose as she watched people pass, scouting for familiar nameless faces. Spies. Snitches. A girl got to be careful, never abandoning the safe haven of the church construction even in its exterior. That would be the best thing to pretend.
Seth began to hum a melody on her seated position, having her sun umbrella spun between her pale hands.