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crossing_lostrp Vala was never fond of large shapeless sacks. She disliked them even more when she had to wear them. But one does what one must for glory and riches. On the bright side, she didn't have to take off anything to put her stolen monk's robes on.
"We are truly blessed by this most gracious offering, Sister Vasina." Caias said in that sickly sweet voice he associated with the religiously devout.
"It is my honor and blessing to bestow such riches upon this noble convent, Brother." She smiled as the real monks carted the useless power coil off. Good riddance.
Caias waited for the others to leave before he dropped the act. "What are you doing here?" He wispered angrily
"I thought I'd stop by for a visit, catch up with an old friend." She paused and looked around eyes settling on a very large, very expensive jewel displayed on a pedestal. "What is that?" She could probably buy a new Al'kesh with that rock.Thinking of her stolen property reminded her of that cute archaeologist she'd kidnapped. She ran her hand along the contours of the jewel. (He had a nice butt, and he was a pretty good kisser,) She thought (even with a concussion.)
Making up her mind, she grabbed the crystal with both hands to pick it up. (I wonder what he's doing right now.) She thought absently, already categorizing all the places where she could pawn the thing off, when the world seemed to turn upside down. Colors blended together and the ground shook violently. When it was all over she found herself standing in a tropical forest holding a very heavy gemstone. She could hear the sound of some sort of a settlement behind her.
She turned around slowly to see an absolute catastrophe laid out before her. It looked like some sort of craft had crashed on the beach not fifty feet from where she now stood. Vala gaped for awhile, looked down at the now useless stone and said: "Oops."
Vala set the stone on the ground between her feet and peeled off her monk's robe, dropping it on the ground next the crystal. (I really hate humid climates.) She thought sourly. (My hair's going to be a mess.) Sighing, she pulled a leather thong from the wasteband of her pants. She bent over so her head was level with her waste, and pulled her hair into a sloppy bun at the back of her head, securing it with the leather hair piece.
Vala was a firm believer in always looking one's best. Especially when one is meeting new people. She flipped the collar of her jacket up, and checked her thigh holster, just in case. She then reached down and tied knot in her robe. She then took the garish crystal and shoved it into the makeshift bag, taking the ends and tighing them together to create a sling or backpack. Lastly, she flipped the large ring on her middle finger so the jewel rested on her palm and made her way toward the beach.
When she reached the treeline, Vala couldn't decide weather to make her way toward the wreckage or the tent city that was forming a safe distance away. after a moment's indecision she simply walked out onto the beach, midway between the two points, taking time to wave in the direction of both parties.
(It could be worse,) She thought, staring at the people around her, (I could be lost and possibly stranded with a bunch of ugly people.)
OOC: On the subject of creative "title-y" cuts: Text. I forgot the word "text". Some days...
"We are truly blessed by this most gracious offering, Sister Vasina." Caias said in that sickly sweet voice he associated with the religiously devout.
"It is my honor and blessing to bestow such riches upon this noble convent, Brother." She smiled as the real monks carted the useless power coil off. Good riddance.
Caias waited for the others to leave before he dropped the act. "What are you doing here?" He wispered angrily
"I thought I'd stop by for a visit, catch up with an old friend." She paused and looked around eyes settling on a very large, very expensive jewel displayed on a pedestal. "What is that?" She could probably buy a new Al'kesh with that rock.Thinking of her stolen property reminded her of that cute archaeologist she'd kidnapped. She ran her hand along the contours of the jewel. (He had a nice butt, and he was a pretty good kisser,) She thought (even with a concussion.)
Making up her mind, she grabbed the crystal with both hands to pick it up. (I wonder what he's doing right now.) She thought absently, already categorizing all the places where she could pawn the thing off, when the world seemed to turn upside down. Colors blended together and the ground shook violently. When it was all over she found herself standing in a tropical forest holding a very heavy gemstone. She could hear the sound of some sort of a settlement behind her.
She turned around slowly to see an absolute catastrophe laid out before her. It looked like some sort of craft had crashed on the beach not fifty feet from where she now stood. Vala gaped for awhile, looked down at the now useless stone and said: "Oops."
Vala set the stone on the ground between her feet and peeled off her monk's robe, dropping it on the ground next the crystal. (I really hate humid climates.) She thought sourly. (My hair's going to be a mess.) Sighing, she pulled a leather thong from the wasteband of her pants. She bent over so her head was level with her waste, and pulled her hair into a sloppy bun at the back of her head, securing it with the leather hair piece.
Vala was a firm believer in always looking one's best. Especially when one is meeting new people. She flipped the collar of her jacket up, and checked her thigh holster, just in case. She then reached down and tied knot in her robe. She then took the garish crystal and shoved it into the makeshift bag, taking the ends and tighing them together to create a sling or backpack. Lastly, she flipped the large ring on her middle finger so the jewel rested on her palm and made her way toward the beach.
When she reached the treeline, Vala couldn't decide weather to make her way toward the wreckage or the tent city that was forming a safe distance away. after a moment's indecision she simply walked out onto the beach, midway between the two points, taking time to wave in the direction of both parties.
(It could be worse,) She thought, staring at the people around her, (I could be lost and possibly stranded with a bunch of ugly people.)
OOC: On the subject of creative "title-y" cuts: Text. I forgot the word "text". Some days...
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