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nexus_crossings2020-02-12 04:09 pm
magnetite_plz) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-02-12 04:09 pm
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A trail of strange, unidentifiable red petals winds through the plaza this cold day in the Nexus. Not a heap of them, but enough small bits of brilliant red to pop out amid the snow and dreary ground to leave a distinct marking of something or someone passing through.
The trail leads anyone following it to Nike, currently brushing more of those petals out of her impossibly long golden tresses, her brow furrowed in concentration. It's more of an emotion than her countenance normally belies. She startles to see anyone approaching her and drops her hands from her hair quickly. Scrambles for a long piece of red and white cloth she's got folded into her pack.
"Apologies. I did have queries for the populace today." Her fingers grip and cinch the fabric between them, slowly working their ways down the length of the cloth. She fidgets with it while she addresses anyone who will listen.
"Why do people choose partners based on mere attraction? Out of dozens of qualifying attributes, why should something so unimportant have a disproportionate weight to the equation? The choice could be made based on compatibility of skills, or a mutually sought after goal or..." Nike trails off and with a sudden forceful flick of her wrist bunches up the fabric in her hands to flop against her thighs in clear frustration. The demon clearly does not understand and it's eating at her.
"Why do you do this?"
The trail leads anyone following it to Nike, currently brushing more of those petals out of her impossibly long golden tresses, her brow furrowed in concentration. It's more of an emotion than her countenance normally belies. She startles to see anyone approaching her and drops her hands from her hair quickly. Scrambles for a long piece of red and white cloth she's got folded into her pack.
"Apologies. I did have queries for the populace today." Her fingers grip and cinch the fabric between them, slowly working their ways down the length of the cloth. She fidgets with it while she addresses anyone who will listen.
"Why do people choose partners based on mere attraction? Out of dozens of qualifying attributes, why should something so unimportant have a disproportionate weight to the equation? The choice could be made based on compatibility of skills, or a mutually sought after goal or..." Nike trails off and with a sudden forceful flick of her wrist bunches up the fabric in her hands to flop against her thighs in clear frustration. The demon clearly does not understand and it's eating at her.
"Why do you do this?"
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And as much as the Heretic has come to despise violence, he has to admit there are times when it's necessary - some people can't or won't be reasoned with. He just prefers to leave it to others. He's shed enough blood in his time, and has decided no more.
skekGra doesn't seem too badly affected by his experience now - it was a long time ago and nothing can be done at this point. However, the nail in his head and the binding around his secondary arms suggest exactly what happened.
"Thank you! We're happy to be together."
no subject
It feels as though there is poison in that story seeping into her.
Nike lets go of the cloth she'd been bunching against her thighs and lets it fall into a pool of fabric at the ground. She is a demon. She is a servant. She knows her place.
"I shouldn't linger here." The words drag out of her mouth. "With my queries advised I should..return to my post."