Dream Bangladesh looked like her waking self in some ways, skull bindi, long black hair pulled back in sections, large hoop earrings. Her curves were constrained by a red turtleneck, white coat and white pants. Her boots were jet black.
But where she differed? Instead of a hat she wore a large crown. It was spiked and barbed and looked dangerous. Dangerous to steal, and dangerous to wear. She was bleeding into her eyes. Didn't seem to stop her. She was also seven feet tall now, and her arms kept changing between different sorts of weapons. They settled a bit for a blaster on one side and a cutlass on the other.
"She aimed at a target over Nita's shoulder. She was joining in on the fun. And saying hello. And maybe, just maybe, issuing a challenge. She hadn't had a chance to really cut loose in forever, babysitting Mr. Sensitive as she'd been. So now she could lay in for some real mayhem. If this girl would get recruited into her crew or messily killed... well she didn't much care which. Either looked like it would be fun...
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Re: Nita Callahan...? | Young wizards + CRAU | Voidsickness in its inevitable conclusion.
Date: 16 Sep 2023 13:03 (UTC)Dream Bangladesh looked like her waking self in some ways, skull bindi, long black hair pulled back in sections, large hoop earrings. Her curves were constrained by a red turtleneck, white coat and white pants. Her boots were jet black.
But where she differed? Instead of a hat she wore a large crown. It was spiked and barbed and looked dangerous. Dangerous to steal, and dangerous to wear. She was bleeding into her eyes. Didn't seem to stop her. She was also seven feet tall now, and her arms kept changing between different sorts of weapons. They settled a bit for a blaster on one side and a cutlass on the other.
"She aimed at a target over Nita's shoulder. She was joining in on the fun. And saying hello. And maybe, just maybe, issuing a challenge. She hadn't had a chance to really cut loose in forever, babysitting Mr. Sensitive as she'd been. So now she could lay in for some real mayhem. If this girl would get recruited into her crew or messily killed... well she didn't much care which. Either looked like it would be fun...