LOOKING FOR AN OC FRIENDLY GAME

[gwenhwyfar]

I think you should let me get back to prior commitments before entertaining with the idea of placing me somewhere else, girl. Besides, none what you've found has sufficed for my tastes.

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[olmcdonnald]

I'm sure there's somethin' out there fer tha' both of ya.

[gwenhwyfar]

Perhaps, but I keep my standards rather high. I can only stand so much annoyances.

[olmcdonnald]

I don't doubt that, ya look like a real high class kinda gal and all. But I'm sure ya can find some common ground somewheres.

[celestial_wizard]

Isn't that always the way? They're really selfish - things -- I'm kidding mun, don't look at me like that~! Although it is true...

What kind of prior commitments did your mundane take you from?

[ Ooc: also offers empyreanskies? :3 ]

[gwenhwyfar]

Sloth and nothing else. If we keep moving at this snail's pace, I won't be getting anything done.

[ ooc; oh sweet, thanks! ]

[celestial_wizard]

Mm, well that's better than them bringing you would of something really important, right..?

[ OOC: Np :D It's new and slow cuz holidays, but it's OC friendly~! ]

[macbastaird]

Would you really be happy with anything you are offered, fair Gwen? I would think you wish to keep well into the forest of thoughts for all your time.

[gwenhwyfar]

No, I wouldn't.

Apparently I cannot have what I want.

[macbastaird]

Is it because you want for too much or that you want for too little? I think I'm most satisfied with things as they are.

I'm curious now, what is it that you want?

[gwenhwyfar]

You don't think you deserve more, Mordred? Not even a little?

[ Despite her circumstances, she feels a great amount of pity for him. He deserves more. ]

I don't want to be miserable like my mother, that's what I want.

[isfetka]

Do you grow restless, my friend?

[gwenhwyfar]

I may be, but I also would like my right eye back.

[isfetka]

For you, I could restore the organ, if it is only a replacement that you seek.

[gwenhwyfar]

No, it is not a replacement that I seek; it's technically not that much of an inconvenience.

It's a symbol of my geas.

[isfetka]

Ah, symbols are quite the hassle, are they not? So often prescribed and immutable. Would that I could be of assistance...

[gwenhwyfar]

Unfortunately, if I were to offer your help, it would be going against the geas that was set in place. There is only so much the goddess Danu will allow of me.

[isfetka]

Such is the burden of our service, mn?

[nope, he still sounds mocking and halfway to a laugh. but what else is new.]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ She's too apathetic for any of this. ]

I still have to return to my home land, regardless of my service.

[isfetka]

And what use has your homeland to you, I wonder? Why turn back to it now, when the opportunities before you are so much greater?

[gwenhwyfar]

It's a little hard to escape an arranged, political marriage. As much as I loathe to admit, my goresedd still needs me. I would be spitting on my faith if I ignored it.

[isfetka]

[that just prompts a sudden, uproarious laugh, that dies fitfully. Oh, regina. you have no idea.]

Yes, we would not wish to spit upon one's faith.

[And one last chuckle.]

Your reverence will no doubt see you rewarded, of course.

[gwenhwyfar]

Fortunately for me, I do not seek reverence. A group of practiced druids should be allowed to do what they feel that they need to do.

[isfetka]

But of course. One cannot deny the rites of a priest, no matter what name he goes by.

[gwenhwyfar]

Exactly. And that is the only reason I give a damn about my birthright to begin with. Thus I must stay on Danu's path. I will obtain my eye the most difficult way, but I will be free afterwards.

[isfetka]

Of course, for all gods keep their pledges.

[gwenhwyfar]

Lest that I incur any more of their wrath.

[ He gets it. She's the equivalent of a priestess of the sort. ]

[isfetka]

Though it may not be the wrath of my own mistress, I have no doubt it is a truly fearsome thing to contemplate, the wrath of your goddess.

[gwenhwyfar]

The great mother of the Tuatha de Dannan. If I go against her, I face her children.

[isfetka]

Is that not always their way, to send their children after blasphemers. [Again, a chuckle.]

[gwenhwyfar]

It cannot be helped; of course children will be the ones who are more angry if their mother is insulted.

[isfetka]

Ah, but is it not easy to sway the brash?

[gwenhwyfar]

Not when so many of them are patrons of war.

[ The Morrigan, especially. ]

[isfetka]

Ah, but that is true child's play if only you approach from the proper angle.

[afullmoon]

Regina, if you'd be satisfied with anything...

I'd have to ask what you'd been drinking. Cuz I'd want a swing.

[gwenhwyfar]

Drinking? And what brought this on?

[afullmoon]

You not being picky. It's easier to believe in you having some potent liquor. You just haven't wanted to be happy since I met you.

[He pauses.]

Well, maybe not certain times.

[gwenhwyfar]

Hardly. I'm not at all like that.

[ Unlike some of her headmates, Regina has no issues with lying. ]

It would have to be very strong liquor since my tolerance is three times that of a normal human.

[afullmoon]

Bull. You'd sleep on a bed of nails for the sufferin, if you didn't like sleeping outside so much.

[And unlike some of his headmates, he'll call her on it.]

That's why I'd only take a swing. Good thing I'm not a normal human, ain't it?

[gwenhwyfar]

Believe me, if I had anything like that to share, I would. Even then, I like being sober.

[ It's an ovate thing, a very strict thing that comes of her gorsedd. If Myrddin never drank, neither would she. ]

I can't afford to lose control, I won't lose control. Pain is the only thing that keeps me from losing it to that other half of my blood.

[afullmoon]

I bet you would, just so you could watch me totter around drunk.

[He flashes her a grin, before he somber.]

And what do you do? Do you go around like you some sort of raving wild thing, chewin on faces? Nah. You keep that down.

Though if that's all you needed, I could have been nippin you, rather than the other way around. But only if you promise to have fun, Miss stick up the ass.

[gwenhwyfar]

[ She doesn't snap, that's a start. For now. ]

I haven't before. I've killed those I've cared for. And I ate their flesh. I think that warrants enough wariness, don't you think? Myrddin sent him with me, Ioan and he was like a brother to me. And I killed him.

Because I was foolish and let it consume me.

[afullmoon]

[It is a start. He's a little surprised she didn't.

...is she tired or is this a sign of their growing friendship?]

It warrants some wariness. But it doesn't mean you don't have to keep about it all the time, don't it?

Don't mean you gotta be foolish. But you gotta let that stress go or you'll get all cracked and riddled with holes. And...darlin, I would help you if it started to get too much for you. You trust that, don't you?

[gwenhwyfar]

[ For now, but that still wavers. Regina starts to shake and that's never a good sign. She tries to keep her emotions in check. ]

I killed him. I can still hear him begging me to stop and I didn't, I dismembered him and he was alive. I don't want to do that ever again. I'm tired of waking up in blood!

[afullmoon]

You are not going to wake up in blood again.

Not mine, not yours, no ones. On my word. I'll kill you and myself before I let that happen again.

[gwenhwyfar]

I am awful.

[ She'll just melt right into him before she gets worse, gripping him tightly, with a gasp of air. ]

I'll never be able to control myself. Why can't I just once have control?

[afullmoon]

You ain't completely awful.

[He'll hold her close, stroking his hands over her hair. He doesn't want to nudge the bandages too much by accident.]

Just like no ones especially decent. If they were, you'd want to kick 'em in the balls on principle.

[...or eat them, but that's not the right joke now.]

But have you looked for an answer? There might be something that can help.

[gwenhwyfar]

No.

[ Affection does help her, as much as she hates to admit, it calms her. Part of the reason for her lack of control of her demonic urges is her fear of loneliness. She wants to be loved and to love and she fears she'll never have that chance. She rests her head on his shoulder still and since they're about the same height, it's not an issue. Chika isn't human, she can trust him. And he gets it. ]

I don't know what that answer is. I wish I knew. I loathe to admit, sometimes I am frightened.

[afullmoon]

[He grunts, but he's not surprised. He doesn't know everything there is about being one of her kind, but he's been trying to pick up the pieces here and there. And when she settles herself against his shoulder, it makes it easier to pet her hair from the top, and down. Over her neck and back. Easy affection.

Easy to offer, because despite what he'd been told, he'd never been human.]

It's okay to be scared. It's when you let fear control you darlin-that's a problem. I don't know about you but...I do stupid things when fear is runnin my mind.