New In Town

[reedyserpents]

A pale woman lies on a pile of ornate cushions somewhere in the forum. Her chest moved slowly with each breath as she slumbered, and she clutched a brochure that someone left laying beside her. She wore a long, silky, dress that matched the color of her coppery red hair. The dress was a little too long though. People who passed seemed to be tripping on it quite a bit. Not that it seemed to stir her from her deep sleep.

Perhaps someone should wake the girl and ask her to move? Or at least change?

((OOC: New here, with an odd muse. Taking a crack at a humanized sun goddess from silent hill Info link in her bio. So sort of an oc?))

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[emboldsursicklyspirit]

The doll's head tilts at an inquisitive angle. She had been the recipient of many a stare to the newly blooded Hunters upon their second appearance in the Dream yet their stares felt nothing quite like this one's gaze. It was.....strange, her 'insides' queasing in an impleasing way.

Was this...displeasure? Disgust? And with that realization she was feeling those emotions, they were washed away in a wave of silent pleasure. She was experiencing more and more emotions every day.

Oh, they both had been staring at one another like the maddened again. Perhaps she aught break the silence

"Are you cold? That is what I asked."

[reedyserpents]

"Cold?"

Her body seemed to finally notice. She shivered.

"I suppose I am."

She holds her arms open, inviting the doll over to her. She could warm up and inspect the doll. Perhaps make it a new toy of hers...

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

With little extra thought, the plain doll approaches. With a deft manuver of her finely crafted segmented fingers, she undoes her shawl and drapes it over the other woman upon getting close enough.

"Please, use it as long as required. A doll has little need for it when humans do," she answers with a minor note of contentment at having helped another, even as she shows off her undershirt to all those who look. Her joints for her shoulders and arms teased at Samael through the Victorian undershirt they were pressed against.

[reedyserpents]

She will not be denied what she wants. She reaches forward and tugs on the dolls skirt. Attempting to bring her into the cushion pile.

"Human?"

She's too distracted to noticed her current, non-godly form.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

The doll acquiesces to the former-godbeing's request and all eight-foot-something of her masterwork frame collapses near Samael.

"That is what you are, is it not? Your form would presume as such..." Unless it was a good fake, a good medium.

[reedyserpents]

She furrows her brows as she begins to look the doll over. Such intricate details! Such liveliness!

"But darling, I am a god!" Or so she claims

She paused, then her eyes went wide. She seems to have caught on to her new form.

"Oh."

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

And yet despite Samael's misgivings, the doll's expression at the other's announcement of divinity was joyous.

"You are?" she asks excitedly. In her normally breathy careful and pause laden voice, it almost sounded like an normal person speaking due to her excitement. "Perhaps....might this doll be permitted to ask a question of one such as yourself?"

[reedyserpents]

She's... just going to keep quiet about this weird mortal thing happening right here.

"Hmm? Of course, go ahead my dear."

While she sits here internally screaming about her predicament.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

In but a moment, her expression goes from joy to sculpted and composed as if a switch had been flipped. Though hints of that same joy seeped into her words, she did not express it as openly as she had during her little outburst of emotion.

She draws close and looks around, cautiously, and leans in as if her question was more than such, a great secret she yearned to share.

"Long have I been told stories from those who partake of communion, of healing and of the spreading of the stories of the gods and their love. Such has it been that I see that man truly loves the gods that made them, but...a curiosity arose upon thinking of this. Though man is ever grateful for their creation, why did the gods create man?"

She looks incredibly intent as she awaits an answer. Perhaps the question was not, strictly speaking, about gods and men but about some other creator and creation?

[reedyserpents]

She tilts her head.

"I did not create man, man created me."

She played with a bit of the dolls hair.

"For you see, man was in misery. In their wishes, and prayers I was born. I was their only hope of salvation. Both from themselves, and from mortality."

Or so the story goes.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

The doll is quite confused! Both at her hair being played with and the woman's answer.

"Man...made you? For what purpose did they make you? How is it that you end their misery?"

[reedyserpents]

"I gave them joy, stopped their fighting, granted them death when all had to live through pain and suffering. I led them to a better way of living, I gave them what they needed most."

Boy you sure do ask a lot of questions.... thats kinda annoying. You should be more doll like. Oh well, she'll just keep playing with your hair.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

Well someone hasn't told her to stop! :V

The Plain Doll hums softly as she slowly works to mentally digest what was gifted to her. "My thanks..." she murmurs quietly as she thinks, humming and hurming softly. And she was enjoying someone playing with her hair too though she'd never admit it.

[reedyserpents]

"You're most welcome."

She idly braids a bit of her hair. Yes she's decided, you will be hers! >:3!

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

You cannot take what has already been already claimed
The doll takes the braid into her hands to look at it. She tilts and turns it in her hands, feels it in her hands and nods affirmatively before letting it go again.

She turns to the fallen god and bows her head. "My thanks. It is lovely...though I feel that...perhaps...it is missing something?" she queries lightly, letting the other's judgement choose their path.

[reedyserpents]

Hey that's what she's good at.

"Missing something?"

A slight hum and a quick thought. She then ripped a part of her dress off and fashioned it into a quick lopsided bow. A quick, perhaps unsettling, smile.

"How is that?"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

Well it'd be unsettling if she could feel unsettled. The Plain Doll reaches out to look it over and....perhaps? It feels closer to being right than it being wholly bare.

Oh. She should thank the god.

"It feels much better. Thank you for your kindness." Her head dips down low as she grasps the hem of her skirt and curtsies.

[reedyserpents]

"It does feel better doesn't it?"

A soft hum. Such a lovely polite creature.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"Indeed. I am unsure as how to thank you for your kindness." She hums to herself, fingertip poised upon her lips as she thinks of ways to try and repay Samael's 'kindness'.

[reedyserpents]

"There is no need to worry about it now. Just keep in mind, that I will take care of those who take care of me. My love, is only for those who chose to wholly love me back"

Of course the doll already did something for her, but she's not bringing that up. She needs to build up a following. To do that will take time. So she could perhaps start with this one.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"Ahhhh, how fitting." Punctuating that statement with a soft emotionless chuckle, the Doll ceases that line of conversation and moves onto another one. "Prior, you made tell that you were not mortal. Does this mean you are unused to form of flesh and blood?" The question wasn't probing like the others were, it was casual, almost concerned. Almost.

[reedyserpents]

A slight laugh.

"So you can tell? I'm afraid I am not used to this form, no."

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"You were like me in the first days of my birthcreation. You moved with thought, rather than the memory others do." She looks over the god's form with a critical eye.
"In such cold climes, you shall need warmer apparel lest you body take ill, become injured or die," she announces with false clinical disinterest.

[reedyserpents]

Another laugh.

"I suppose you're right. Us mortals are such fragile things, aren't we?"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"Mortal men tend to be, yes," she answers in such a way to evade the unifying aspect of Samael's statement. "I would like to repay you. If you would permit, I could easily acquire an outfit more proper for climes such as this."