HAVEN BLISS
Grimoire Heart
Shirotsume
Posts: 13
Ooc Name: Oddish
Rank: C-Class
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Post by HAVEN BLISS on Jul 5, 2013 19:09:59 GMT -5
This man had Havens attention now, her full attention, whether he liked it or not. Tales of dungeons and metal vessels, the Djinn that lay inside and objects and creatures you could only ever find in a dungeon. All of these things interested her, especially the dark and twisted ones. The ones that caused grown men to lay awake at night, screaming into their pillows whilst sobbing uncontrollably. If she could gain this kind of power, what kind of a woman could she become? Oh the ideas were so tempting, but yet she knew so little about them. She had never gone as far as to actually venture towards one, and never had she found anyone who had gone inside one themselves. So just what were they like? She wanted to know more. Much more.
"Oh my dear, I am simply enthralled! Please, tell me more..."
On a side note, there were words she did not speak, but words that linger in the air, words that spoke clearly to Haven and anyone else who might be paying attention. Words that said 'I'm not as innocent as I look'. But they were there, then they were gone as quickly as they weren't said. She had gotten this far getting this man to talk, although it seemed as if it wouldn't have taken much convincing anyway. He pretty much just opened his mouth and everything he had ever done just came flooding out of it. Next thing you know he would be telling her of when he slayed the great 'potty training beast' back when he was little. But he had a look on his face now, a look that said there was more to his tale than he was saying.
"You look a little down my dear...anything on your mind? Perhaps something from your most 'recent' trip?"
She was prying for more, she was pushing oh yes, she wanted to find out everything and anything she could. Heck, she may even be able to convince him to take her to one. Specially if he has already been through, how hard could it be? Once you've been in, surely you would know it like the back of your hand. Then, at the top, she would claim her prize. Overall, she cared not for what happened to this man, as long as she was able to get what she wanted.
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