more OC storytime
Nov. 1st, 2012 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kosmicThere are some benefits to working under the guidance to a magical book, one such perk is the somewhat immortal. Oh yeah, I guess that could work out in a few ways. Having a near invulnerability to disease or the whole "unaffected by the aging of time" thing can really come in handy. It doesn’t hurt to have some nifty healing powers as well (Quite literally.) Of course, while this gives a somewhat edge against normal flows of nature, its not exempt from its own shitty weaknesses.
One golden rule stands above anything else: keep the book in one piece. Yes, even if that means loosing a leg or arm over, its worth it in the log run. This particular literature is certainly not something anyone would want to lend to a library so some asshole can bend the pages or color in the cool pictures with crayon. Actually, if contact with the book has been lost for too long (or it moved too far away for whatever reason); the owner will quickly find themselves shaking hands with their true age, whatever it may be. Usually, if the event of that happens, it might be better to just save yourself the trouble and curl up into the nearest coffin. Thankfully for Nyocho, shes usually needed around places who have a plentiful amount of those, just in case!
Joking aside, it kind of sucks to be ‘enlisted’ to travel the world trying to purify what you can. Even if traveling is nice, the whole experiences feels like being apart of a glorified clean up crew of people’s bad energies. At least there’s always going to be business for organizing the messes of others, not that it makes the job any easier or less tedious.
Nyocho has had to learn the profound ability to handle having her boss literally watch her every move, hovering over her thoughts and nit-picking at every step she takes. That gets old after a few hours, let alone a century or two. Understandably it becomes difficult, possibly impossible, to really appreciate the backseat driver of her life. And even when shes suffered through countless trials, revelations and moments of true humbleness and despair for the fate of her path; it only takes one rash judgment, one act of overconfidence or misstep, to really screw shit up.
Like, for example, attempting to corral an entire army of the undead into a trap in order to save a bunch of innocents. Even when Nyocho tries to pretend their stinking corpses are cute little sheep from the farm days of the past, its sort of difficult when all they want to do is have a taste flesh. All of it. And boy, there sure are a lot of hungry mouths she has to keep her eye on.
And, for a Priestess of "Light and Purity," its important to exercise regimes to keep ones strength and vitality up. Over exposure to too much pain and suffering can really hinder the ability to get a job done. And, well, from the way this is going, seems like these zombies aren’t entirely your run-of-the-mil brain-dead bodies. They kind of got back up.
So, well, the good news is: Nyocho is still the disciple of an immensely powerful goddess of magic and all that stuff. So her insane immunity and agelessness, has, for the most part, kept her still glued together. However.. bad news is that now she’s, basically a failure now. Sort of ended up as a zombie as well, or forever battling ti become one at least. Getting low on magical purity doesn’t only make her lethargic and as effective as a battery powered flashlight, she will now mutate into this magic-bound decomposing corpse. And her pretty red hair hair falls out and becomes long wormy, bloody maggot things. Nyo drools a lot now too, it even glows sometimes.
Usually, it wouldn’t be so bad before when she ran out of juice; she’d just sprint off for time out and preform some special meditation to work on her glutes. But now, when things get bad, spells don’t really work right- if at all. Her memory becomes worse than it already was and its so easy to be distracted.. then there’s dealing with all those sorts of weird new cravings. If you tell people that you’re some sort of Witch of the Light who has come to purify and save others; its going to be less convincing if you keep salivating and licking your lips like a starving dog.
Sadly, even when she’s really in a terrible state of unnatural decomposition, there's still no off button to her mental line to the fucking oracle that got her into all of this mess. However, her presence does get increasingly weaker and thus, quieter. Which isn’t a good sign, as good as it sounds.. even if Nyocho does enjoy sleeping soundly for once without any nagging interruption.
One golden rule stands above anything else: keep the book in one piece. Yes, even if that means loosing a leg or arm over, its worth it in the log run. This particular literature is certainly not something anyone would want to lend to a library so some asshole can bend the pages or color in the cool pictures with crayon. Actually, if contact with the book has been lost for too long (or it moved too far away for whatever reason); the owner will quickly find themselves shaking hands with their true age, whatever it may be. Usually, if the event of that happens, it might be better to just save yourself the trouble and curl up into the nearest coffin. Thankfully for Nyocho, shes usually needed around places who have a plentiful amount of those, just in case!
Joking aside, it kind of sucks to be ‘enlisted’ to travel the world trying to purify what you can. Even if traveling is nice, the whole experiences feels like being apart of a glorified clean up crew of people’s bad energies. At least there’s always going to be business for organizing the messes of others, not that it makes the job any easier or less tedious.
Nyocho has had to learn the profound ability to handle having her boss literally watch her every move, hovering over her thoughts and nit-picking at every step she takes. That gets old after a few hours, let alone a century or two. Understandably it becomes difficult, possibly impossible, to really appreciate the backseat driver of her life. And even when shes suffered through countless trials, revelations and moments of true humbleness and despair for the fate of her path; it only takes one rash judgment, one act of overconfidence or misstep, to really screw shit up.
Like, for example, attempting to corral an entire army of the undead into a trap in order to save a bunch of innocents. Even when Nyocho tries to pretend their stinking corpses are cute little sheep from the farm days of the past, its sort of difficult when all they want to do is have a taste flesh. All of it. And boy, there sure are a lot of hungry mouths she has to keep her eye on.
And, for a Priestess of "Light and Purity," its important to exercise regimes to keep ones strength and vitality up. Over exposure to too much pain and suffering can really hinder the ability to get a job done. And, well, from the way this is going, seems like these zombies aren’t entirely your run-of-the-mil brain-dead bodies. They kind of got back up.
So, well, the good news is: Nyocho is still the disciple of an immensely powerful goddess of magic and all that stuff. So her insane immunity and agelessness, has, for the most part, kept her still glued together. However.. bad news is that now she’s, basically a failure now. Sort of ended up as a zombie as well, or forever battling ti become one at least. Getting low on magical purity doesn’t only make her lethargic and as effective as a battery powered flashlight, she will now mutate into this magic-bound decomposing corpse. And her pretty red hair hair falls out and becomes long wormy, bloody maggot things. Nyo drools a lot now too, it even glows sometimes.
Usually, it wouldn’t be so bad before when she ran out of juice; she’d just sprint off for time out and preform some special meditation to work on her glutes. But now, when things get bad, spells don’t really work right- if at all. Her memory becomes worse than it already was and its so easy to be distracted.. then there’s dealing with all those sorts of weird new cravings. If you tell people that you’re some sort of Witch of the Light who has come to purify and save others; its going to be less convincing if you keep salivating and licking your lips like a starving dog.
Sadly, even when she’s really in a terrible state of unnatural decomposition, there's still no off button to her mental line to the fucking oracle that got her into all of this mess. However, her presence does get increasingly weaker and thus, quieter. Which isn’t a good sign, as good as it sounds.. even if Nyocho does enjoy sleeping soundly for once without any nagging interruption.
