Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 3, 2023 19:50:05 GMT -5
Zerori Thread PL: 70,000
Zriracha Thread PL: 15,000 (transformed)
Zriracha Thread PL: 15,000 (transformed)
The reunion with her sister was, as always, a bittersweet, frustrating and bewildering experience. Still, it had led her to Earth and while her mother had always suggested she continue the search for her father here, Zerori never saw much reason to do so. Within days, her mind had changed DRASTICALLY. Indeed, the story behind her new look would require some explanation; No longer binded entirely by the pseudo bandages beneath her attire and rocking a few new scars with their own stories to tell - the main difference between the Zerori of yesterday to Zerori today? Aside from her now towering to an intimidating 5'10"...
A half-mask that seemed to mold comfortably to the right side of her face, metallic and engraved with ruins but still appeared to obscure half of her vision.
Alas, her journey had led her to a place that looked just as destroyed and pot-marked as it was oddly enough organized - the evidence of the battle that had taken place and the making of what looked like a camp were anything to go by. Slowly walking among the debris piled as neatly as possible and the burnt remains of a campfire in the dirt, Zerori stopped and crossed her arms with a hum, “Well, this looks like someone had one of a hell of a party here… What do you think? Stinks enough of a demonic presence, for damn sure.”
Following behind her, a finger tapping her chin in thought as she took in the very same area as her daughter, Zriracha would cock her head curiously as the very real result of a battle, “Adept as ever, Daughter. However, clearly someone has tried to put the piece back together and I am fairly certain no Demon would attempt to do so without some deal to be made. This must have been the assault of a holy place…” Her words trailed off as Zriracha returned to mostly thinking.
Zerori, on the other hand, just scoffed, “Well, they did a fine fuckin’ job. Gonna see if I can’t find something of use here. Don’t run off, aight?” Zerori teased, walking further into the camp, halfway hoping no one would bother and halfway hoping someone would just try it.
By the look of a shiny new sword on her back… she could use the excitement.
WC: 533
TWC: 533
TWC: 533