a. altar of the glasscocks [Rose makes for a striking figure in all the forest's greenery, pale and blonde and wearing a rather onoxiously orange tunic. It kinda stands out. It also clashes something awful with her black lipstick and heavy eyeliner, but a goth heart beats within her, and it will not be quenched by the contrastingly sunshiney brightness of her godtier garb.
She has no idea where she is -- a bit unsettling, when knowing shit had kinda become her Thing. But she can manage. The more aggressive wildlife aside, the forest seems peaceful enough, and wandering seems as good a plan as any to start. Surely she'll find some sign of other people eventually, right?
Well, the shrine she comes across is certainly man-made. Almost certainly, anyway. She can't say for sure that small glass dicks aren't a naturally occurring phenomena here, wherever "here" is, but it seems unlikely. And any clue that might lead her towards civilization is a potentially useful one, so she crouches before the menagerie of glass cocks surrounding the central phallic slab, seemingly unphased but for an arched eyebrow as she examines them.]
Amazing.
[And tragic. So tragic. Why is she alone when coming across something like this? An experience like this should be shared.]
b. > rose: ride [The boar were bound to be a problem eventually. Although "problem" is prpbably too strong a word for the situation. "Minor inconvenience", maybe.
Because Rose does happen to have her endgame needles with her, the Quills of Echidna. And they might not be working as wands at the moment for some reason, but she was using needles as stabbing implements long before she was using them for magic.
One might be drawn to the sound of thundering hooves and angry boar-noises, but worry not. The aggressive snorts suddenly turn to pained squealing, as a boar comes rushing through the trees with a teenage girl perched on its back, digging her ballet flat-clad heels in for support while clinging to a pair of white needles she has rammed into the flesh of its neck.
See? Minor inconvenience.]
c. wildcard ((ooc: throw something entirely different at me! hit me up at tinybro if you wanna discuss something first.))
rose lalonde | homestuck
[Rose makes for a striking figure in all the forest's greenery, pale and blonde and wearing a rather onoxiously orange tunic. It kinda stands out. It also clashes something awful with her black lipstick and heavy eyeliner, but a goth heart beats within her, and it will not be quenched by the contrastingly sunshiney brightness of her godtier garb.
She has no idea where she is -- a bit unsettling, when knowing shit had kinda become her Thing. But she can manage. The more aggressive wildlife aside, the forest seems peaceful enough, and wandering seems as good a plan as any to start. Surely she'll find some sign of other people eventually, right?
Well, the shrine she comes across is certainly man-made. Almost certainly, anyway. She can't say for sure that small glass dicks aren't a naturally occurring phenomena here, wherever "here" is, but it seems unlikely. And any clue that might lead her towards civilization is a potentially useful one, so she crouches before the menagerie of glass cocks surrounding the central phallic slab, seemingly unphased but for an arched eyebrow as she examines them.]
Amazing.
[And tragic. So tragic. Why is she alone when coming across something like this? An experience like this should be shared.]
b. > rose: ride
[The boar were bound to be a problem eventually. Although "problem" is prpbably too strong a word for the situation. "Minor inconvenience", maybe.
Because Rose does happen to have her endgame needles with her, the Quills of Echidna. And they might not be working as wands at the moment for some reason, but she was using needles as stabbing implements long before she was using them for magic.
One might be drawn to the sound of thundering hooves and angry boar-noises, but worry not. The aggressive snorts suddenly turn to pained squealing, as a boar comes rushing through the trees with a teenage girl perched on its back, digging her ballet flat-clad heels in for support while clinging to a pair of white needles she has rammed into the flesh of its neck.
See? Minor inconvenience.]
c. wildcard
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