Who: Eve & Open What: Arrival in Lawrence, Kansas When: Evening, around 8pm Rating: At least PG-13 for language Status: Incomplete
She fell backwards, the demon who was attacking her being dragged forward with her, as her feet found its stomach and she sent it up, and back, slamming into the walls of the court house in whatever after life she had tracked it to. Yes, there were court houses in the afterlife. In the dead got sued, apparently. While the demon struggled to its feet, Eve was already up, running and hands raised to catch her sword as it entered her hands when she finished reciting the words needed to call it forth. The demon hardly had time to look up before Eve brought down the massive five foot blade, and slice it clear through the demon. For a moment, all she could hear was its high pitched scream, before it was caught in her power, and sent screaming back to the hell it had escaped from.
"Yeah. Bet daddy's proud now." she said as she breathed heavily out of habit. She didn't even have time to turn around and gloat more when she felt a tug. At first, she thought it was the Fates, whisking her back to their throne room...place. But there was no mist, no creatures that did their bidding to collect people. It felt wrong. She had time to give out one squeak, before she vanished.
She found herself dumped in the middle of the street of people. At first this was no big deal to her. No one could ever see Eve. As she lowered her hands, her sword vanished, and that was when people started to look at her. She gave one woman a curious look, meeting her eyes. But she held no aura of a necromancer. Eve should be invisible.
Then someone bumped into her.
The shock on her face was clear, and the man was about to snap at her to watch where she was going, but he found herself looking up, and up at Eve. Five foot ten naturally, she was nearly six foot one in the heals she was wearing. He looked up to meet cold blue eyes, and quickly thought the better of it. Once he was gone, Eve stepped back off the sidewalk, and looked around.
This wasn't where the Fates would take her, she was visible, and she was solid. Her hands reached up to touch her face tentatively, half wondering who it was she was possessing, because that was the only way she could be solid. But when she looked down, it was her clothes, her body, and her hair. Spinning, she looked at her reflection in the window glass of a store behind her. She was staring at her own body. This wasn't possible. She was dead.