03.12 short rp with dmex

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[06:08:51] Lotlhuitl was daydreaming, sitting in the square.. her fingers knitting together coloured twine to create... something. Another charm - a pennant style creation, of bloodied bones and curious chunks of metal, all with carved runes inlaid and glowing - to hang from the Dreadwoods Watchtower. The Watchtower which looked towards where The Spirit Who Walked Amongst Us dwelt. Fittingly, the creation was taking on the shape of a star.

The skin at the nape of her neck prickled. It had been doing that a lot lately. Lotlhuitl rubbed the back of her neck, scrunching up her nose for a moment.

She looked around the courtyard, and let out a small yelp.

Dmex was standing right in front of her!

"Ah! Oh, G-Great Spirit. H-how long have you--"

Lotlhuitl stammered, getting to her feet, hiding the (token of adoration) half finished charm behind her back, as if embarrassed for her patronto be seeing it in its unfinished state.

"Do you need me?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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[06:08:51] LOOC - Lotlhuitl: (oh.. is <s> no good now...)
[06:08:51] LOOC - Lotlhuitl: (patron to*)
[06:11:24] "How long have I been standing here?"

Dmex tapped away at the side of her mask, trying to remember exactly how long it's been. Combined with the usual blank tone she gives, it's a hell of a lot more ominous than she probably intended.

"I'm uncertain, exactly - and I don't believe that I needed anything from you, no."
(Dmex)
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[06:23:21] The Nagual woman was silent as Dmex tapped at the side of her mask, a lump in her throat.

Oh. Lotlhuitl thought. Of course not.

And so, "Oh," Lotlhuitl breathed; simultaneously relieved and disappointed.

The tall youth tucked the charm into her hip pouch, before turning her gaze back to Dmex, slouching slightly. Her tail (soft, blue black fur) curled around herself. And she stepped up to Dmex, raising her fist in greeting.

"I am pleased to see you, Magnificent Dmex." Lotlhuitl said. And she meant it too! "I was wondering, if you had time.. would you tell me about your story again? Out of all the Tocathian, none have ever spoken to me like you do.. Even Ixchel, in all her glory, never has come and walked alongside me."
(Lotlhuitl)
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[06:26:46] "Which story, Lotlhuitl?"

Dmex questioned the Nagual, already beginning to walk her way off north through the rest of Ezmara, approaching the Dreadwoods.

While walking, she tilted her head back while she spoke.

"I have a number of stories. A long, well-tread life."
(Dmex)
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[06:27:37] LOOC - Dmex: (- brb a second)
[06:27:37] LOOC - Lotlhuitl: (no worries)
[06:29:20] LOOC - Dmex: (brb canceled i guess)
[06:29:20] LOOC - Lotlhuitl: (:p a false alarm?)
[06:35:18] The watchtower on the outskirts of Ezamara land overlooking the Dreadtower shimmered. Lotlhuitl had begun to drape all sorts of objects from the tower, which added a distinct splash of colour.

All the spirits of the Tocathian were honoured.. but there were more than a few star sigils hanging there. The girl had reproduced the constellation she remembered from within Dmex's lair, hanging it from the side of the building. As large, if not larger than Ixchel - chaos slayer herself!

"Oh!" Lolthuitl had exclaimed, following Dmex with a distinct spring in her step. "Well, I was wondering.. how you came to be. If you were around when Chaos polluted the world."

Lotlhuitl plainly seemed to think Dmex was timeless. The Nagual's green eyes seemed bright, regarding Dmex with an intense enthusiasm as the spirit woman looked back at her. "I mean, what was Agartha like when you got here? How many adventures have you been on? What's it like, being a spirit?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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