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Who: You and ...?
When: Day 62, Early Morning
Where: HQ
What: :)

[It’s during that overlap of dusk and dawn when the sound starts: a low treble growl, closer to a husky hissing that begins to filter in through the walls of the HQ. No matter where you are, you will find yourself stirring to the sudden feeling of being alone, in the dark, uncertain and very afraid. Throughout the hallways floors are little puddles of water here and there, as if something had been tracking in the pouring rain outside. Do you investigate?

The sound moves as if it is traveling through the walls themselves (which is a silly idea…right?) and if you’re willing to follow it, seems to be heading towards the baths…

(OOC: Event time! Feel free to mingle, or if you're brave enough, head to the baths...)

EDIT: IF YOU INVESTIGATE, YOU'RE ALLOWING ME PERMISSION TO POSSIBLY HURT YOU.

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*There's a low growl from deep in the fox's throat.* No. More dangerous, I think.

It smells of fear.

It doesn't seem very fearful.

[dips the tip of one sword into the water]

[The water ripples under your touch, and something huge and blue moves just under the surface- a huge yellow eye flashes and disappears.]

I do not think it fears us, no.

But it means to be feared.

Hahha. There are some like that. It's going to be a little disappointed.

[BONUSES OF NOT BEING A WHOLE PERSON: CAN'T REALLY FEEL FEAR

lifts his voice, speaking to whatever is out there]

If you're that fearsome, coming forward shouldn't be too much for you.

Edited 2012-07-19 04:26 (UTC)

[The water near you begins to churn and something starts to rise...dripping wet, gleaming in blue, gold, greens, and magnificent. The form looks like a man...man shape...with long hair but something shimmering under the dripping wet water. Scales line his body from just below his neck to past his knees. The scales glimmer greenish blue but when he moves changes to brown. A fat snake is draped across his naked shoulders.]

*And the growl only grows deeper, those nine tails becoming bushy and large.* Words spoken in haste may prove ill-advised, Archer.

Who are you? Speak your name.

[stance is totally relaxed, though he doesn't let his swords disappear]

He obviously wants to chat or he wouldn't be making such a dramatic entrance.

[There is a laugh like the sound of sandpaper.]

He knowsss his god.

I know all too many gods. Few of them can be trusted.

No...they are to be feared.

Who are you?

S'vx...

[the name is picked up by the snakes throughout the room, echoing in hissings and tremors]

Edited 2012-07-19 06:36 (UTC)

And your domain, snake lord?

[i will be quiet for the moment and let Ran handle this

cuz i am not as stupid as i used to be!!!]

Fear... [the whispers come from above and around you, as if the snakes were afraid themselves, as the sound of bodies moving, clamoring over one another, filled the room.]

We do not fear you. But we will acknowledge you. *A slight dipping of her head in what might be a bow.*

[yep still keeping his trap shut]

Ssssuch a human trait...pride.

[The snake slides further down the god's chest and bobs his head at Archer]

He keepssss sssilent...wissse.

You mistake honesty for pride, serpent. Only a fool would lie to a god.

[ha ha ha]

Is there a reason for this visit instead of simply putting up a shrine like the others?

Do not confusse me with thossse weaklingssss that grovel to the whimsss of man.

[There is a chorus of hisses from up above you.]

Then you mean to subjugate them?

I have no care for them...I have come to ssssee the new humanss
they have brought here.

[A smile that is more of a line stretching across a white plane.]

Going out and saying hello would work better.