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taxonomites2010-04-08 08:50 pm
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005: Beautiful Wickedness [Accidental Visual / Location: The Tower]
Although it was DG that closed her eyes in her bedroom in the Northern Island, it was a witch that opened her eyes several hours later. The Witch, in fact. She had spent centuries lurking in the darkness, waiting for her chance to emerge and plunge the O.Z into shadow. It was a strange twist of fate that had brought her to Taxon, plunging her into the body of the one person who could foil her plans, but it was a twist of fate she fully intended to exploit. DG’s strength came from her light. If that light could be extinguished ...
The Witch, rising from the divan where she slept, smiled to herself. Nothing would be able stop her now, though, given the tempestuous nature of their hosts, it would take her a while to return to the O.Z. She would simply have to content herself with Taxon in the meantime.
“It’s almost like coming home, isn’t it?” she commented, addressing her reflection as she surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror. DG – dressed in the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt she usually slept in – looked out of place in the dark rooms of the tower, but the Witch had been delighted to realise that the people who had brought her had also replaced the Northern Island with her own home.
(How would Glitch react, she wondered, when he woke up and found himself in a place he usually only visited during his nightmares?)
With a critical eye, she sat down in front of the glass, experimentally piling her hair up in a variety of elaborate styles. DG would have – wanted to – find her friend and make sure that they both got out of the tower safely. The Witch was far more interested in personalising her new body and preparing for the business of taking over Taxon.
Settling on a hairstyle she liked, the Witch – a vain creature, having spent five centuries in a body that was barely a body – stood up and moved to the wardrobe. She could hear footsteps in the hallway outside. It seemed that her benefactors had seen fit to provide her with longcoats as well as an adequate base. How kind.
She selected a handful of dresses, holding them up against her new form and turning in the mirror. They all had low necklines – which would reveal the strange tattoos that had decorated DG’s collarbone over night – and tight corsets. The Witch wanted to look like herself again. Of course, this body was a little shorter – and not quite as curvy – than she would have liked, but it could be … satisfactory, with a little work.
The tablet, casually abandoned on the dressing table, selected that particular moment to begin broadcasting. Fortunately, the Witch – well aware of the benefits of flirtation and mystery – stepped behind a screen to change into the red gown she eventually selected. When she emerged a moment later, smoothing the material over her hips and feeling much better, the Witch strode across to the balcony. The sun had only recently risen in Taxon. The city was still asleep, but the strange buildings and unusual residents were filled with a great deal of potential.
“One to light, she be shown,” she murmured to herself, “Maybe there’s more darkness in DG than we realised.”
OOC: And DG’s glitch begins.
The Witch, rising from the divan where she slept, smiled to herself. Nothing would be able stop her now, though, given the tempestuous nature of their hosts, it would take her a while to return to the O.Z. She would simply have to content herself with Taxon in the meantime.
“It’s almost like coming home, isn’t it?” she commented, addressing her reflection as she surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror. DG – dressed in the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt she usually slept in – looked out of place in the dark rooms of the tower, but the Witch had been delighted to realise that the people who had brought her had also replaced the Northern Island with her own home.
(How would Glitch react, she wondered, when he woke up and found himself in a place he usually only visited during his nightmares?)
With a critical eye, she sat down in front of the glass, experimentally piling her hair up in a variety of elaborate styles. DG would have – wanted to – find her friend and make sure that they both got out of the tower safely. The Witch was far more interested in personalising her new body and preparing for the business of taking over Taxon.
Settling on a hairstyle she liked, the Witch – a vain creature, having spent five centuries in a body that was barely a body – stood up and moved to the wardrobe. She could hear footsteps in the hallway outside. It seemed that her benefactors had seen fit to provide her with longcoats as well as an adequate base. How kind.
She selected a handful of dresses, holding them up against her new form and turning in the mirror. They all had low necklines – which would reveal the strange tattoos that had decorated DG’s collarbone over night – and tight corsets. The Witch wanted to look like herself again. Of course, this body was a little shorter – and not quite as curvy – than she would have liked, but it could be … satisfactory, with a little work.
The tablet, casually abandoned on the dressing table, selected that particular moment to begin broadcasting. Fortunately, the Witch – well aware of the benefits of flirtation and mystery – stepped behind a screen to change into the red gown she eventually selected. When she emerged a moment later, smoothing the material over her hips and feeling much better, the Witch strode across to the balcony. The sun had only recently risen in Taxon. The city was still asleep, but the strange buildings and unusual residents were filled with a great deal of potential.
“One to light, she be shown,” she murmured to herself, “Maybe there’s more darkness in DG than we realised.”
OOC: And DG’s glitch begins.