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illusional) wrote2011-01-23 02:14 am
illusional) wrote2011-01-23 02:14 am
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[It was Sunday today. That meant today was the day Cheyenne had to do something she hated doing more than anything else in Luceti.]
[Grocery shopping.]
[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]
[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]
[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]
[Grocery shopping.]
[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]
[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]
[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]
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Rather than sight, my eyes are the source of my powers. As such, I see the world around me through sense. Creatures bearing souls appear in my line of vision whether I am facing them or not. No two are ever alike, each with its own unique hue and characteristics. It is the way I am capable of discerning one creature from the next.
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Regardless, I cannot discern between trees, plants, and other inanimate objects unless they are moving.
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So what does my soul look like?
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...calm. A bit shorter than the average soul with a faint blue-green hue. It bears a strong, concentrated glow, but it is not enough quite bright enough to be considered harsh.
[A smile.] And that glow is very steady. Perhaps... more akin to the light of the sun than the flickering of a candle.
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Shorter? [and more decisively] What does Sanji's look like?
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Blue, huh? [muttering, thinking this over. For some reason-- maybe the same that makes it easy to speak to mushi and flowers and people like San, he remarks very straightforwardly]
You know... I gave Sanji a hard time about offering up his soul to be fed on, the first time he mentioned it. [understatement 8|] It can't be easy to convince people...
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Had I attempted such a thing here, I doubt I would have been able to live peacefully in the village.