Glory/Ben (glorificus_) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-02-20 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | glory, jessica hamby |
I Have the Need...
Who: Glory and Jessica
Where: The Prison (Glory is wandering, but she'll end up wherever Jessica is)
When: Just after 2 PM in Everett
What: The Bitch is back in full, corporeal force
Warnings: Violence, Character Death
Status: Incomplete
Glory was finding that, while being a ghost utterly blew, there were some things that you could do while incorporeal that she just couldn't simply do when she was at her fully godly powers. Namely, she found that she could be invisible and wander around the grounds of the prison that the good guys had taken to staying in. Such an utterly mundane place to while away time in while they waited to get eaten. She loved the chaos that the living dead had brought with them, but she hated that they had managed to destroy lovely things like shopping districts and Manolo shoes. Still, if she were corporeal, she could get whatever shoes she wanted, still.
She felt the return of her powers before she realized that she had turned visible again. It was like a rush all at once. She had known the power that she should have been feeling, but it was another thing completely to actually get it flowing back through her as it rightly should have been doing all along. She found herself stumbling in her steps and leaning against the wall, and realizing that she was actually feeling the wall against her skin.
Her first instinct was to sit back up quickly and try to brush any invisible grime that might have gotten on her, only to then realize what had happened. So, the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart had actually come through with their side of the bargain? She was impressed. She knew that she'd have to pay back the favor at some point, but she knew that their goals at least somewhat lined up. They both had the urge to destroy anything that was totally good and nice. She doubted she'd find that anything they'd want her to do would be too distateful.
She felt headache-y and woozy, which she knew only meant one thing, and that was that she needed to feed. Not food like a lowly mortal, but something entirely more...tasty. There had to be someone appetizing in this place...