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Cobwebs and spider threads clung limply to the ceiling in a last effort to express unhealthy evidence that life had once existed in that stairwell. Every warped, wooden step squealed softly under your footsteps. Your shoes left a sharp, dark print in the fine layer of soot on the wood. The place smelled of mildew and dust. You stop short and the creaking on the steps dies with your movement. It suddenly occurred to you -- what if something had died, up there? You turn around in your spot to carefully ease yourself back down the winding staircase, but a bright, blue light illuminates the tower and casts your shadow against the stone wall. You peer over your shoulder wearily. Whatever is up there, it must be alive...
Slowly you edge up the stairs until you reach the door. The handle, an old lever which you must push with your thumb, and an elaborate, curved handle, flake with rust. Conscious of the possibility the thing might fall off into your hand, you gently grasp it and push down on the lever. Drat! Locked.
It's a dummy! an annoyed voice bellowed from behind the door. You nearly topple back down the stairs from surprise, but catch the jagged stones on the walls to break your fall. The doorknob's a dummy. It's open. Quickly you attempt to compose yourself, straightening your shirt and wiping the sweat from your forehead. Whomever was back there didn't sound very inviting. But she hadn't shooed you away just yet... And sure enough when you simply pushed on the door it swung open with a haunting creak.
The bright light spilled from the darkness and blinded you. Shielding your eyes, you crept forward in attempt to side-step the source. After a few short moments, your eyes adjusted to the harshness of the light and you squinted at the source. A lone Lupe sat at the marble counter-top in front of the only window in the entire room. In her paws danced a dangerous sight: miniature bolts of lightning. She stared at you, entirely unamused.
Let's make this brief, shall we?
[ Persona and Statistics ]
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.[ Name: Vihrea .[ Pronounced: veh - REE - uh .[ Pelt: Charcoal .[ Marks: Chartreuse .[ Eyes: Lemon-Lime .[ Nose: Onyx .[ Ears: Rounded, usually back .[ Figure: Lanky .[ Faults: Short-tempered, Unimpressed .[ Tail: Slightly curled |
.[ Species: Lupe .[ Brush: Skunk .[ Gender: Female .[ Age: 29 .[ Type: Witch .[ Mood: Annoyed .[ Personality: Selfish, Spiteful, Pitiless even to herself .[ Owner: Abra .[ Petpet: Plushie Gangee .[ Gangee's name: Obnob |
I don't care for too many things. I don't necessarily hate or go absolutely ga-ga over anything specifically. So I'm sorry to disappoint you with this rather brief conversation. I don't like anything. I don't dislike anything. I'm simply neutral. I'm not good. I'm not bad. I'm just right.
This place, Shukumei... it's alright. I've come across some very powerful and eccentric creatures during my time there. What, you don't think it's a real solely for Lupes, do you? Hah! Hardly! There are snooty Cybunnies, meek Lutaris, a wide variety of Draiks and Krawks... we even have Aishas, Peophins, Zafaras, Xweetoks, Grarrls-- Oh, you get the idea. But a wide variety of diversity calls for a wide range of opinions. Personalities clash. Some call it a safe haven but... I know it's only a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off. All it needs is a little spark.On a more benevolent note, the masters of Shukumei, the humans... I must admit, they're a talented bunch. They range from all ends of the spectrum, from the most artistically talented to the most fluent linguists I've ever seen. Naturally, there's a mixture somewhere in the middle. You look like you might have what it takes. I suggest you go see someone who knows what they're talking about. They might be able to tell you if (or when) you can join this ridiculous throng. Oh, don't get me wrong, I do agree that they're talented. But Shukumei is not as special as it's made out to be. Words like elitists are occasionally thrown around among those whom have yet to be accepted. I hardly believe that. You couldn't find a more normal bunch of bozos that have ever lived. It's a pity, really...
This is Ubuuroi. He may be large, but he is undoubtedly in charge. People used to be afraid of him. Now, apparently, they love him. The years have worn him down into the ground... poor man has lost his edge. It is under my impression that King Ubu has attempted to 'soften up' towards his... erm, friend. Nonetheless, his bark is still worse than his bite. So don't take anything he says personally. Unless, of course, he's yelling at you to get out of his home... in which case I would heed his warning if I were you.
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 By Abra |
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