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]

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."

[reedyserpents]

"I suppose that would be a good idea. Where would we acquire such an outfit?"

Do you have something specific you want Samael to wear or are you find with Bloodborne attire sets?

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"I would ask for help, as a matter of course."

With the hint of a smile, she gets up and crouches down before a spot on the ground. "Do not be shy, Little Ones. Your aide is desired." With the utterance of those words, the spot before her erupted in a small geyser of liquid dream-stuff, knocking pillows around as the forms of the Little Ones, the Messengers, erupted from the far-off Dream. The frail looking miniature men looked around in curiousity and awe, some even playing with the pillows and placing them upon their heads and beating the others with them. Their attention is focused upon the Doll's clearing of her throat.

"If you would be so kind, dear Little Ones, this one," she waves her hand in Samael's direction, "could use a warmer set of clothes. Could you be so kind as to fetch some for me?" The Little Ones begin to murmur nonsense sounds to one another before they nod as one and vanish. With a turn, the Doll speaks to Samael with almost motherly warmth laden in her tone.

"Aren't they sweet?

Bloodblorne stuff works just fine :>

[reedyserpents]

She watches with great interest. Clearly this doll had great power. It would do her good to keep this one on her side. She reached out to see if she could touch one, but they were gone before she could.

"They are lovely. Did you make them?"

Any particulars/preferences? nwn

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

She shakes her head as she lets out a covered laugh.
"Oh no, they were not made by my hands. They are the Little Ones, the inhabitants of the Dream, and were there before I was. The Little Ones merely hold me in high regards, though not nearly as much as they do the Hunters."

As was the proper way of things; none of them would even be if not for the Hunt and its Hunters.

Anything red or anything really haha

[reedyserpents]

"I see... What is the hunt?"

She's not heard of that before, nor of hunters.

http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/Knight's+Set ?

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"The Hunt is a gathering of men to hunt down the Beasts that plauge the stress of Yharnam. Once, it was lead by the Hunters of the Healing Church, but now so few remain and the Hunters who come to the Dream, a Hunter's Dream, must take up the mantle and seek the Beasts and those greater still."

OoooO fancy

[reedyserpents]

"Hunting beasts? Oh my, but why is it... that beasts need hunting?"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"They must Hunt the Beasts for if they do not, the Beasts will hunt them and spread the Beast Plague even moreso."

She looks that she would be saying more if not for a dug on the hem of her skirt. She smiled faintly as the Messengers return from their task, the mass of strange beings holding up the gloves, boots, undershirt and coat of the set worn by the knights of Cainhurts. She takes it from them and holds it up for Samael to see.

"Will this suffice for you?

[reedyserpents]

"I see."

She's wondering what sort of beasts. Hopefully not her own.

"Ah these will do perfectly!"

And she sets to getting redressed. Right there, because why not?

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

The Plain Doll finds nothing odd about this. The Hunters changed clothes like this all the time. In fact, she sees such a lack of oddness that she even helps to disrobe and clothe Samael, like the kind servile entity she is.

[reedyserpents]

That only earns the Doll brownie points in her book. She loves a good servant!

"There that is much better! Much cozier!"

She looks herself over a few times. Examining her new attire.

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

"The knights of Cainhurst once wore such clothes. The Hunters tell me such clothes stay the body warm in the winter and yet is airy enough to keep thee cool in warmer times," the Doll preoffers, having no opinion on the woman's current look one way or another. Its intended use, to keep her warm, was more important than being pretty.

[reedyserpents]

"Well it has more than one use? Fantastic!"

She is quite pleased!

"You have done well my dear!"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

The Plain Doll is, too, pleased though her facial expressions and body show it now. Pleased at helping another, the Doll quietly hums affirmatively as she nods. "I am glad to have been of assistance to you."

[reedyserpents]

"You have been a great help."

She tilts her head.

"Perhaps you could assist me further? I'll be needing more to survive as a mortal I presume. Such as shelter and food?"

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

She looks away morosely before looking Samael in the face and shaking her head negatively. She's saying...no?

"I am sorry, I do not have need for such things, so I do not have anything to share. But...I would be more than willing to lend you aide in your search for what you require so that you might have it for yourself."