[It's as cold as a witch's tit out in the snow, but Mistress Morrigan seems to be getting on just fine without any kind of heavy clothing. She's spent a lot of time simply contemplating the snow, squinting into the sky, and generally looking pretty fucking ruffled. Yes, it makes sense that she, a god of war and death, has been pulled to a warzone-- but on another goddamn planet seems like overkill. And why hadn't Ananke come to do something about this clear case of god-napping?]
[Because she was apparently supposed to run amongst a giant army with guns against a rabble with swords. That wasn't gross at all.]
[She turns around and immediately spots a little girl peeking at her from behind a tree. Morrigan smiles--]
Now why is little red-nose scurrying around when she could be home and far from Gentle Annie?
[She crouches down and extends her hand to the girl.] Come here scrap, not time for bed yet, someone might try to tuck you in.
[2] Cetagandan Base
[The soldiers lean in, on the edges of their seats, waiting for her to continue.]
As you proceed down the hallway, the very air seems to be making a valiant effort to crawl down your windpipe and close off your lungs. Only through extreme focus can you suck the acrid oxygen in and stay standing--
Everyone make a constitution save.
[The soldiers roll dice, some of them whoop in success, one of them groans and buries his face in his hands.]
You piss yourself and pass out. You'd best hope your comrades attempt to wake you, lest the next room fuck the rest of the party.
[3] Recon
[There's a steady stream of ravens making its way towards the forest, the cawing more piercing and angry than any murder of ravens before. What are they so pissed about?]
[The stream nosedives into the trees, and once they're close enough to the ground a woman starts to be built from the birds disappearing into her body. Soon, there isn't a single bird-- just a black-haired woman walking through the woods as though she'd just stepped out of an Uber. An Uber made of birds.]
[She sighs and unfolds a map, looks around and folds it up again.] No wonder the good little soldiers keep coming back with fewer toes.
[4] PVP
[Surprise, motherfucker--]
[This is coming right at you. Flaming red hair, face of a raven, screaming bloody murder. Are you going to take a swing at this, or do the smart thing and run for your poor, unfortunate life?]
[Or Wildcard Times~!]
((OOC: "What the fuck is up with this chick?!"
The Morrigan is one god with 3 parts to her-- Empress Morrigan (black hair, black band across her eyes, usually default), Badb (red hair, black triangle on each eye, shows up when she's angry/fighting), and Gentle Annie (bald with small blonde patch, black rectangle down one eye, a healer). She switches back and forth, sometimes in the middle of sentences.
Does your character notice? Oh yes. Yes they do. What does the switch look like? Like they blinked and there's another woman standing where the one you were talking to used to be. It's just a thing, don't stress too bad~ ♥ ))
The Morrigan || The Wicked + The Divine
[It's as cold as a witch's tit out in the snow, but Mistress Morrigan seems to be getting on just fine without any kind of heavy clothing. She's spent a lot of time simply contemplating the snow, squinting into the sky, and generally looking pretty fucking ruffled. Yes, it makes sense that she, a god of war and death, has been pulled to a warzone-- but on another goddamn planet seems like overkill. And why hadn't Ananke come to do something about this clear case of god-napping?]
[Because she was apparently supposed to run amongst a giant army with guns against a rabble with swords. That wasn't gross at all.]
[She turns around and immediately spots a little girl peeking at her from behind a tree. Morrigan smiles--]
Now why is little red-nose scurrying around when she could be home and far from Gentle Annie?
[She crouches down and extends her hand to the girl.] Come here scrap, not time for bed yet, someone might try to tuck you in.
[2] Cetagandan Base
[The soldiers lean in, on the edges of their seats, waiting for her to continue.]
As you proceed down the hallway, the very air seems to be making a valiant effort to crawl down your windpipe and close off your lungs. Only through extreme focus can you suck the acrid oxygen in and stay standing--
Everyone make a constitution save.
[The soldiers roll dice, some of them whoop in success, one of them groans and buries his face in his hands.]
You piss yourself and pass out. You'd best hope your comrades attempt to wake you, lest the next room fuck the rest of the party.
[3] Recon
[There's a steady stream of ravens making its way towards the forest, the cawing more piercing and angry than any murder of ravens before. What are they so pissed about?]
[The stream nosedives into the trees, and once they're close enough to the ground a woman starts to be built from the birds disappearing into her body. Soon, there isn't a single bird-- just a black-haired woman walking through the woods as though she'd just stepped out of an Uber. An Uber made of birds.]
[She sighs and unfolds a map, looks around and folds it up again.] No wonder the good little soldiers keep coming back with fewer toes.
[4] PVP
[Surprise, motherfucker--]
[This is coming right at you. Flaming red hair, face of a raven, screaming bloody murder. Are you going to take a swing at this, or do the smart thing and run for your poor, unfortunate life?]
[Or Wildcard Times~!]
((OOC: "What the fuck is up with this chick?!"
The Morrigan is one god with 3 parts to her-- Empress Morrigan (black hair, black band across her eyes, usually default), Badb (red hair, black triangle on each eye, shows up when she's angry/fighting), and Gentle Annie (bald with small blonde patch, black rectangle down one eye, a healer). She switches back and forth, sometimes in the middle of sentences.
Does your character notice? Oh yes. Yes they do. What does the switch look like? Like they blinked and there's another woman standing where the one you were talking to used to be. It's just a thing, don't stress too bad~ ♥ ))