07-14-2018, 03:57 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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if only she could look and see the shitshow of a place she'd landed in. she'd be horrified beyond comprehension. to add even worse to the matter, she'd lost on of her stockins-- a fact that she'd be soon to find out as soon as she was healed. granted, the loss of a sock wouldn't present itself as too big of a problem for anyone else, but that stocking was symbolic. it represented her attachment to angel as an angel, and it represented one of the two of her key weapons. but perhaps her swords would be granted null. she wasn't even sure if she had the rest of her powers at this point, let alone the ability to transform her apparel into the two majestic, glorious swords they were meant to be. she might never see them in their true form again.
she was well on her way to the gates of heaven-- or hell, depending. seriously, what was the point of kicking her out if she was going to die anyway and possibly return to their front step? judgment did not think this through.
the pain was too slow to set in, yet it began trailing slowly into her body, igniting her veins on fire.
she could only barely register the voice of another person. stocking's eyes, nearly crusted shut with the optic phlegm, could only peel back so much to register the form of another animal. were they here to put here out of her misery? they might as well do it quickly then. she opened her mouth to speak, but whatever she could have said trailed off into a zombie-esque groan.
// hah. what a coincidence
and a note for others, feel free to powerplay peaceful actions!
she was well on her way to the gates of heaven-- or hell, depending. seriously, what was the point of kicking her out if she was going to die anyway and possibly return to their front step? judgment did not think this through.
the pain was too slow to set in, yet it began trailing slowly into her body, igniting her veins on fire.
she could only barely register the voice of another person. stocking's eyes, nearly crusted shut with the optic phlegm, could only peel back so much to register the form of another animal. were they here to put here out of her misery? they might as well do it quickly then. she opened her mouth to speak, but whatever she could have said trailed off into a zombie-esque groan.
// hah. what a coincidence
and a note for others, feel free to powerplay peaceful actions!space