I notice you! I don't know if anyone else will though. I posted a while back about rejoining, so if anyone else comes back, please let me know if I can jump back in and how you want to have Atma reappear.
If not, no hard feelings. :D
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Hello again, everyone! I was just re-reading the thread. Sure were some fun and cool interactions. If you guys ever re-re-re-re-fire up the game, I'll be keeping an eye out in the chance you'd like the chaotic chaokineticist goth girl to re-emerge from the Thanos snap she disappeared in ages ago. In the meantime, I will try to finish the read, so I know what you all have been up to since 2018 and Atma vanished. :D
Wow! The game’s still alive. I’m impressed. :D
"I want to sleep," the dhampir says. The droop of her eyelids has definitely taken on a tired bent rather than their usual bored expression.
Atma looks sleepily at the succuwannabe. "Bleh," she says swaying slightly unsteadily. "I want to take a nap." Atma eyes droop as her strength doesn't return quickly.
"Bleh... Atma says suddenly sluggish.
Too bad about that Natural 1. If this thing's touch AC is really that low, Atma can't miss at all with her energy blast nineteen out of twenty results!
At Chandi's side still clutching the warpriest's hand, Atma's appearance shifts as void energy surges through her once again shifting light and shadows and causing the magical tattoos which wrap around her torso and one leg to glow visibly even through her clothing. "Mr. Big & Ugly...you should have just stayed a wall instead of bothering us," Atma's affect remains toneless and bored. Atma raises her free hand, and a bolt of reality-tearing energy arcs from it attempting to make contact with the monster.
Atma frowns and her eyes narrow. She looks up at the taller samsaran woman holding her hand. "I don't like being ignored, Lady Blue. They keep ignoring me. Surely that means I can show them how void magic works up close. That's what your wheel of life teaches, right?" Atma's free hand begins to crackle with the tears in reality her power represent. The bolts surge across her fingers, and her eyes take on a red glow.
Atma eyes widen a bit, but her face remains curiously blank. She looks in the direction Ash indicates.
Looking back at him, Atma does not give any indication if she saw the Big & Ugly the elf had mentioned. "Atma has much magic. If JuJu lets her take a little nip and enjoy a tiny sip, Atma will know where JuJu is at all times and be able to communicate directly through his juiciness." The young woman's expression never changes and her voice is toneless. Her usual crazed excitement at the idea of elven blood is nowhere in evidence making her statements seem sane for once. She might even be telling the truth.
I'm fairly certain both are prerequisites of the source material. ;)
Heh heh, well I realized I needed to start RPing her Bruising Intellect trait more. Though there seems to be some stiff competition for that here!
Atma blinks at the samsaran's use of some less familiar words, but otherwise doesn't display any sign of either confusion or comprehension. "But Lady Blue," the young woman says, "It's not what is on the surface that I want from Ju Ju." She taps the back of Chandi's held hand where several prominent veins are located. The darker blue under the samsaran's lighter blue skin is a surprisingly pretty contrast. "That's the only thing of Ju Ju that needs to be affable for me."
Atma peers at Mythaniel blankly then turns to look up at the blue-skinned warpriest and whispers. "He really sucks all the fun out of being in a death trap-laden tomb, doesn't he?"
Catching Eddin's eye, Atma uses her only hand currently available for mischief and points to Mythaniel.
Atma looks up at Chandi, her eyes wide and glistening almost luminous. "OK, Lady Blue, if that's what you want. Atma will be a good girl," she giggles at the words, "for now and stay strong. But I'll tell you a secret because its you, Lady Blue." Then she grins wickedly baring her elongated toothy inheritance without her usual reflex. Her voice drops to a stage whisper. " I never run out of power." A bolt of void energy tears reality and runs up Atma's tattooed leg curling around her torso then proceeding to run up her arm into her hand as she raises it above her head. Her clothes change and shift as they often do becoming something regal but for a dark and sinister courtroom festooned with decorative touches indicative of blood, fangs, and skulls. Her hairband accessory changes into a spiky tiara of a metal so red it is almost black. "One day, I will not have to hide my power ever again. Father will find me. He will find both of us." The orb of power in her hand swiftly expands to suffuse the petite woman's form wreaking havoc on the light and shadow before suddenly dissipating in a flash before anyone can react. The display ended, Atma has returned to her usual appearance and holds out her hand to Chandi which if accepted draws no visible reaction from the girl's once again passionless expression. However, she keeps a firm grip and skips alongside Chandi for as long as she allows.
Atma watches the coin exchange without expression and waits for someone to proceed. When Myth addresses her, Atma regards him with a blank stare then shrugs. "The void takes us all in the end," she says around a mouthful of lace cuffs.
"What fun would it be if there is no challenge? Keeping Lady Blue alive will always be the challenge, so godling, demon, or monster matters not." Atma eyes a particularly darkened burial niche before simply dismissing the gathered void energy into...the void? "You're very boring, Mythy Morsel," Atma grumps. "All of you are very boring. None of you seem to be half as evil as you pretend to be." Atma's petulance only lasts for a few seconds before her expression once again becomes the placid bored look. Something seems to retreat in her eyes. It's almost as if...
Atma looks at the statue blandly. Raising her hand to her face, she says tonelessly, "The forces of darkness...that's us." Cocking her head she glances around at the crypts and burial niches. "I think we should see if Jerkface will come out to play. After all that limerick is nearly a promise he will oppose us. Maybe we'll finally have more of a challenge." Void energy once again begins to swirl around Atma. Her raised hand now has one finger before her face as if she is requesting silence. The tearing and ripping sound that accompanies her gathering of power belies this as does the crazed smile which appears below the red glow of her eyes. An orb of strange purple blackness begins to form over her upraised digit. "Now which grave to defile? Eeney, meany..."
Atma crinkles her nose when nothing seems to happen and eyes the alien statue with disappointment. Then she turns to Ash and says with a huff, "Fine. The answer is unopened crypts. Starts with 'U', just like I said."
Atma glances over her shoulder at Eddin with an empty but annoyed expression. To Ash, she continues to whisper imperceptibly. "Aren't you going to guess? Something that starts with 'U!'" The lace of her sleeve's cuff no longer shows any trace of Indrana's blood.
The petite woman in the eccentric outfit ghosts along behind the elf who may or may not notice her. Her eyes dart about the room unusually attentive. "I spy with my hungry eyes something that begins with U," Atma whispers in his ear. It may or may not have occurred to the dhampir that 'U' and 'you' sound the same...
Atma squints at the figure. "Ju Ju...go hit that thing and make sure it's not alive," she says to Ash.
Indrana:
The smile seems to drip off of Atma's face to be replaced by a very blank stare. A toneless whisper emerges from the girl. She releases Indrana's neck to hide her bloody mouth and fangs from sight.
"You want to hurt Lady blue? I don't think I like that, Drana. She's blue. She's unbroken. I like those things. Only broken things deserve to die. Only weak and fearful beings must be consumed. Once they break, the only thing their blood and soul is good for is food. You should leave Lady Blue alone." Atma slips from Indrana's grasp and quickens her pace to once again latch onto Mareth's arm like a lady being escorted to a ball. The spikes draw additional blood from the her hands as she grasps more tightly this time. "Did you like that, McGrowly? Were you jealous?" the dhampir asks the heavily armored hulk, one hand raised to her mouth as usual. Her lace cuff is red with blood from her palm and lips. Atma's lack of inflection is odd and unsettling given her subject matter. "Don't worry. You know I like you best after Lady Blue. You know how things are. You speak my language. I feel like you and I are always in the same brain." Atma's absurd assumption about her relationship to Mareth seems to be the nigh gospel truth as far as she believes. Mareth's choice or inability to ever voice a contradiction to the girl's whimsy has definitely led her to assume much. She glances behind her at Mythaniel and licks the mixture of blood she and Indrana produced from her lips in a manner that could only be described as predatory.
Atma grins when the tiefling leans in to kiss her and just as with Mythaniel, the dhampir slightly nips Indrana's lower lip adding a droplet of blood to the exchange of salivary fluids. Assuming Indrana doesn't immediately kill her as that instant decision seems to generate quite often in the would-be succubus' instincts, Atma will simply giggle disturbingly as Indrana tells her many things that always lead to death. In a strange twist of ironic innocence, Atma understands not at all the sexual association of Indrana squeezing her bottom.
Quite suddenly, Atma spins and quite literally jumps into Indrana's arms. If Indrana catches her, then Atma will throw her arms around the tiefling's neck and remain there until released. If not, then Atma will lightly place her hands on Indrana's shoulder, speak, and then drop to the hall floor. She leans close to the bloodrager's ear as if telling a secret. Regardless of how Indrana reacts, Atma's stage whisper isn't so secretive. "Oooo, Drana, Drana...tell me what you're going to do to the delicious blueberries!"
As Chandi slams the door in Mareth's face, Atma shrugs. "If Carrie in there has been doing her job all this time then not likely to be anything juicy in there anyways," she says in response to Chandi's comment regarding selflessness. "I need things to be alive if I'm going to have any fun." Then she nods enthusiastically behind her lace cuffs. "Yes! Yes, indeed let us find some dark blueberry elves!" The sound of lip-smacking is accompanied by a slight glow of Atma's red eyes. In the dim light, her lightly bronzed skin gleams almost metallically.
Atma peers around the armored hulk of Mareth. "What do you see, McGrowly? Hmm hmm...a lady statue?"
Atma cocks her head and looks at Ash. "I think you may have done good, Ju Ju. The pretty symbol would have made your beautiful heart stop beating." The young woman shakes her head. "That would mean your juiciness would have gotten rotten, and I don't want that." Atma leans a bit too close and breathes in the elf's scent. Atma whips around. "McGrowly, Ash says it's safe to move on. The nasty nasty trap has been obliterated."
One of the tattoos on young woman's leg seems to shimmer, and Atma's head swings around to regard the roguish elf. She cocks her head to the side while raising her hands to her face as usual. "What have you found there, Ju-Ju?" Ash would most likely not take comfort in knowing this nickname arrived from Atma calling him Juicy Juicy in her mind (and perhaps behind his back), so it is quite a good thing he is currently ignorant. The dhampir chaokineticist skips over to peer at the place the rune had flashed. "Hmm, hmm...that sure looked like something fun, didn't it?
Atma regards the samsaran with a flat expression. "Lady Blue...some of the things you say make me think you really don't understand what life is and why we are all here.." Atma once again skips along to catch up with the armored hulk. She stops in front of a sarcophagus and leans over to examine the designs. "Helping others move on to the their next phase is what I was born to do! That's what my daddy taught me," the girlish dhampir says in a toneless voice over her shoulder to Chandi. "'Ma-Ma,' he said. 'You drink their blood and it tastes good. They don't know that you should drink it because they are afraid. Afraid that they didn't choose to worship the right gods, that they didn't tithe enough, that they weren't nice enough to that homeless man they ignored starving in the alley. Fools, all of them. There is no need to let them suffer in this world with delusions that anything they think or feel will change what comes next. So many things await them, to feed on the essence of what they are inside. The soul, Ma-Ma, even you have one. And what happens to your soul when it leaves this body? It's just food for something else. Good. Evil. Order. Chaos. In the end we are all consumed for the benefit of some other thing which was not made with the weakness of a soul.'" She turns to face Chandi her mouth hidden, but her eyes are wide. "I forgive you for being so worried about what comes next. Daddy always told me that the worry and fear is as natural to a mortal as breathing. That's why there so many things in the night that feed on those feelings. It's just the cycle of life and death. 'Life is pain, Chandi. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.'"
Atma chuckles behind her lace cuffs at Eddie's anti-joke though the half-lidded expression the others can see never changes.
Atma looks at Eddin, her eyes returning to their normal color and usual half-lidded expression. The flowing crimson gown fades into the usual black dress reminiscent of a fancy gothic maid. "Do you mean you don't like the taste of rotten milk or sadness?" the dhampir asks with the barest hint of inflection from behind lace cuffs. "Hmm hmm." Atma seems to ponder this unexpected revelation about the sharp-tongued man.
Atma's eyes widen and she points at Myth but addresses Chandi. "If you kill him for not helping, Lady Blue, let me hang him up to drain! He'll give me several water skins full for sure," Her gaze turns to Myth and her other hand drops from face level slightly revealing a sinister smile of vampiric canines, "And this one is tasty." Her eyes glow red briefly and for a moment her dress becomes a long crimson gown that suddenly billows behind her like flowing blood.
The summoning of the void barely registers before Indrana bisects the creature. Atma looks on as they disintegrate with a bored expression. "Mmm..." she utters. The strange play of shadows and feeling of odd gravity doesn't dissipate this time. One end of her white locks floats in front her vision, and she blinks in surprise. "Oh right..." Atma closes her eyes for a second and the outward display of whatever power dwells in her begins to fade and she once again looks as she usually appears. She raises her hands to hide her fangs while speaking behind the lace cuffs of her sleeves. "Don't be mad at 'Drana's plaything, McGrowly. From what I gather, he has to mess up once in awhile just so she'll have a reason to punish him again when they play Huff 'n' Scream in her tent."
"I only know how to play one way," Atma says in response, both hands balled hiding the lace covering her mouth. Her eyes begin to glow red, her form is suddenly awash in void energy. She shudders as the power both burns and fortifies her petite body.
She thrusts out one hand with her fingers splayed and as before a jagged tear in reality shoot from it attempting to connect its other end with the lion before her.
Atma's half-lidded bored expression takes on a more annoyed cast. "Why do I still not see any of the pointy eared juice drinks I was promised?" She pauses and considers the lions. "I suppose playing with kitties could be fun though."
Atma purses her lips and taps her cheek at Chandi's words, pondering. She glances through the door at the elf. Her finger switches to tapping one of her rather pointy incisors and one eyebrow lifts consideringly. For a moment, her clothes suddenly change to resemble an executioner's garb and a large axe made of void energy appears in her opposite hand before dissolving back into her normal gothic black dress. She lets out a farumph sigh blowing a silver bang up and away with an annoyed expression. "I think you ruin a lot of things that promise to be so much fun, Lady Blue," the young dhampir says petulantly.
Atma's eyes show disapproval over the top of her dress' lace cuffs as the elven body falls in front of Mareth, Ash, and her. "I'm pretty sure I was promised living blueberries to make my juice drinks," she says flatly. Her eyes flit up to Ash and a certain kind of hunger seems to be filling them. The soft sound of lip smacking can be heard...
Atma wrinkles her nose at the smell. "Bah, whatever's in there is already dead...nothing to play with that bleeds anymore." The dhampir lightly touches Mareth's arm while looking back at Chandi. "Is this our path, Lady Blue? It seems to be chained up with the smell of death to keep the chains company. Is this how we reach the killable, drainable elves?" Her eyes drift towards Myth as he casts his magic. He will most likely notice her attention is always drawn when he uses his magic around her. Occasionally a visible portion of her tattoos shimmer when magic happens.
Atma's face briefly shows a look of irritation that Ash ignores her pale tattooed foot, but it fades as quickly as it appeared. She once again puts on her boot lacing it up nice and tight.
"Fourth, the plural of "S" is "esses." She speaks very distinctly to Atma, carefully separating the sibilants in the sentence so the words are clear. "It is not the most elegant construction, but it follows the rules of plurals quite logically." "Esssss-sesssssss," the dhampir says with heavy emphasis to try it out. Atma's angry expression slowly fades back into her normal half-lidded look of sopor. She nods at Chandi contentedly. The black energy quiets and the abnormal hum fades to a slight sound just at the edge of hearing while lights and shadow begin to return to their normal state. "Of course you know about esses, Lady Blue. Because you're blue." She turns to Mareth. "You can always trust Lady Blue will know what's what about what, Mr. McGrowly." Her hands are once again covering her mouth as she speaks. She skips over to the armored hulk and loops her tiny arm around his plated forearm like a lady being escorted to a ball. If the pricks from the spikes bother her at all, she gives no sign. If Mareth disengages, Atma won't cling, but she sticks close. "Hey look! Vamps left us goodie bags! And a ring! Which of you ladies likes to accessorize?" Ash grins cheerfully. Still holding Mareth's arm, Atma lifts up her foot and pulls of her elegant black high-heeled boot. She then raises her leg up and holds it out towards Ash. "I've always wanted a toe ring!" She says from behind the lace of one cuff. The skin of her limb is ever so pale in stark contrast to the shimmer of shifting colors making up the strange tattoo that winds its way up from her toes and disappearing in a swirl of arcane markings under her petticoats.
Everyone doing OK? :-)
Atma suddenly screams. "I don't know what the plural of S is!!!" Snarling she raises her fist and one of the orbs of void energy literally explodes in sound and size. Shadows and light within the tomb begin to shift and swap places. Suddenly, the tattoos covering her body glow and are visible through her black frilly dress. It causes the shape of her to be visible despite the fabric giving a strange translucence to the black which is disorienting and queasy to the eye. Atma's body shudders as void energy seems to begin coalescing around her limbs and torso wracking her body with its dangerous touch.
"" she screams harshly at the vampire in front of her. In a rush the force of the energy in her fist surges forward towards the grinning fanged monster.
Atma bounces up and down like a giddy school girl as the smoke coalesces into humanoid forms. "Something that starts with S had something that starts with S coming out, and then it turned into something else that starts with S!!" Atma bursts out with glee. "I picked the right letter this time!" Her eyes begin to glow red, and the tearing sound of the negative energy she can control begins to fill the room. The terrible power of the void begins to swirl around her palms. Atma's voice drops to an eerie tone of wonder and menace. "And now to introduce my own Ss..." She stops and frowns. She looks back at Chandi. "Esses? She regards the former tomb robbers with a questioning expression. "Ses?" A look of agitation crosses the dhampir's features.
Atma claps her hands when Ash agrees to let her make him scream again. They may not be thinking the same thing however... She flashes a fanged grin back to Indrana, her eyes wide as her normal placidity disappears in the face of danger and excitement. "Don't worry, my winged beauty. I only want to hear his girlish voice. I leave the rest to you. You can break him and make him cry. I will terrify your toy and tear the fear from his throat." She looks for Mythaniel and beckons. "Come, come, my pleasing plaything of plethoric pleasurable plasma. Some sweet sanguine sustenance sounds splendidly sinful, so..." She winks. "Stay close. Atma literally skips into the tomb after Ash and Mareth.
Atma is about to drop down but arrests the motion when Mareth challenges Geygar to enter the room. "Well now you've done it, " she says grinning. "McGrowly knows I don't like to be called a lady. McGrowly gets me." She suddenly lifts herself kicking her feet up and over inverting her position into a handstand on Mareth's pauldron. From there Atma suddenly bounces off, and in a twirl of petticoats and pale limbs she lands in front of Ash.
She leans forward...too close. "Go check out the starts with S coming from the starts with S on the left. Let's hope it's a trap!" Her eyes start to glow red and she whispers, "I want to hear you scream again. You know the one. Like that night last week."
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