Jashin Worthy Shopping Spree (Roleplay)

[Madame Loki]

"Rotten, perhaps... or maybe you where just too rich for its' pallet..." Loki would giggle at the though of her being swallowed by a beast only to ravage the creature's insides and cut your to free. It was a cliche, that Loki had never experienced, but one she found entertaining none the less. Loki raised an eyebrow when Hecate asked if she was from around these parts. Loki had no need to lie, there was nothing in this world that she feared, there were only those she needed to kill. "I'm afraid I am not from around these parts no. I'm not from anywhere really. Just a wondering soul, looking for places to take root. However, I am familiar with some of the shops in the area, I'll be happy to guide to one."

Loki would not miss the bit about her having her own God to serve. This would mean that she was religious or at least she would claim to be, Loki's curiosity was peeked, "A woman of faith, and action? How sad that there are so few these days. If it's not too much of an intrusion, what God is it that you serve?" Hecate seemed rather free willed, mysterious, and differently had a certain air about her. She seemed like a witch to Loki, but she couldn't feel and sort of tell-tell magically signs that would let her know for sure, perhaps Hecate was just a powerful one, and could hind it well. If she would be kind enough to explain this God she served it would help to make things more clear.

[💀]

Inquisition of Jashin? There was progress but the ice always grew thin when it came to conversion, almost always came down to something silly like having to flay them alive til they made false promises to make the pain stop and the sad part was... pain brought clarity as she always preached and perhaps it was the reality they would die if they didn't agree that always got them to lie if only to breathe a little longer... she needed to work on that sales pitch. For now she went right into an answer, unashamed of her point of origin.

"I worship the one and only Jashin, the lord of all these is in this world, living and deceased." She said it proudly, with a heralding like her word was sovereign law in these parts, something never to be trifled with at the expense of ones own personal existence and continued pull of breath, "I have been following him since before I can remember and he has yet to fail me, always teaching, always educating me to the way of this world and it's many sins, I... I am externally grateful he came to me while I was still impressionable, that he put his emissary in my life's path so that I may know the truth of the world and see beneath it's mask and mortal coil."

It was a lot to delve into but it was impossible to just ask of Jashin and not gush, he was, after all, simply too magnificent to be given a simple phrase. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she drew in a breath of sorts, loosing an almost abashed titter of laughter, "I uh... need a guide to one of the clothing shops around here so I suppose I Should thank you for offering." She wasn't one for manners normally but respect shown and interest shown to Jashin was expected but that didn't mean forego manners it simply meant she--- wait...

For a moment shadows passed over her eyes, blatant suspicion, "From nowhere you said? I assume you're smart enough to avoid village homage or to serve under one of these moronic people who dare call themselves leaders, yes?" Village sheep were the worst but he hadn't seen a headband. Not once.

[Madame Loki]

"Father of All Things you say... yes... serendipitous, indeed." Loki had never heard of Jashin before, but from the way Hecate described him, he would seem similar if not in some ways identical to her own Goddess. Loki would smile, this girl was not a witch, but she was interesting still. She had been in the presences of a God, like Loki had herself. Someone worthy enough to peek the interest of a God was someone interesting indeed. However, Hecate did not seem to share the exact out look on life as Loki did. Loki knew that her Goddess existed, for she had meet her, but she did not deny the existence of of deities. The phrase that Hecate used, "one and only", and the way she gushed about him, made Loki believe that she was a bit of a fanatic.

It was a bit of a shame, fanaticism clouded one's mind to the true beauty, and ugliest of the world. It provided such a narrow view. Maybe Loki could expand her mind a little. Loki would not mention anything about the Goddess she served unless asked, she felt that such a topic might cause a rift in an otherwise lovely conversation. An eyebrow would raise when Hecate asked if she was part of a village. Loki giggle a little bit, and then said, "I wish I could tell you I was... but, I was not always this strong woman you see before you. I was weak, and on the run in need of shelter. So I decided to hide myself in a village. I blended in,used the village as a shield, while I gathered my strengths. I then convinced the Kage to let me go on about my business. Not that it would have mattered... I would've left of my own accord."

Loki would begin to giggle a little bit, "So yes, I have called a village home...for awhile. However, I do not value the laws of man, and I serve no mortal. I have much more important things to do, than worrying about the pointless battles of ninja." Loki would scoff at the thought of ninja conflicts and the futility of them all. It was just a circle of repeated actions played out by different players. It had become stall, and boring... it was a blessing that the Mother Goddess revealed herself to Loki and her true calling when she did.

[💀]

Hecate's eyes hung like pendulous moons, swinging back and forth between Loki's grey eyes that had once flashed at her but moments before, something she found interesting in the heart of it all. Hypocrisy was an easy thing to fall into, a slippery slope too, one she herself had stepped onto when she joined Rain in the hopes of gathering bodies for Jashin, something that never panned out, sadly Rain would eventually be her place of resurrection, of peach and tranquility, a graveyard for Jashin.

"I unfortunately fell for the pretty words of a Kage and regret it, the only benefit coming was the clarity that I was obviously on the right path beforehand and that temptation corrupts even the most devout." Jashinism was her way of life but that didn't mask her personality it simply empowered it. With a coy bit of tonging she worded her own questioning, "There is always a place for follows by Jashin's side since you are so correct that there are so few... female followers of the faithful route. You should join, let me bring you, open your eyes to another walk of life. The true walk, the one that doesn't just give you a glance behind the veil, but touch it's many wonders."

The elders were strict when it came to the rituals, she hadn't undergone them all herself, there were restrictions she needed to meet but bringing another back could only be beneficial to the cause, "Less you find your life is complete without faith and that whatever ill fate befalls you is simply ordained to be such." There weren't layers to psychopaths, but there were layers to manics and Hecate toed the lines between the two, his tongue mindlessly wander to lick the corner of her mouth.

[Madame Loki]

Loki would let out an audible sigh, "I had hoped to avoid such talk. But I fear it was a futile attempt. No, perhaps it is a blessing." Loki would muse to herself after Hecate would have seemingly tried to bring Loki into her own faith. Loki wasn't going to speak of her Goddess, but Hecate saying that she was without faith, struck a cord with her. She would gather her thoughts as this was a topic that was best thread carefully. "Oh, but I do have faith Hecate. I.. just serve a different God. Or Goddess to be more precise. You say Jashin is Lord of all things living and Dead, and I believe you. However, I serve the Mother of all Things. If Jashin is the father of this World, then My Goddess is the Mother. It makes sense in a way, Men can seldom do much without a woman, and mortals are are made in the image of Gods." Loki would stare into Hecate's eyes, as she did so her own would begin to Shine Amber once again.

As the two of them stared at each other she would continue, "I walk the path of a witch, a child of the Mother Goddess, and before you say something you might regret. I have seen my Goddess, just as clearly as you have seen your Jashin. I didn't not choose the path I walk, I was made for it, and I walk it proudly, without hesitation, an without doubt. As you do yours. It is a quality, that I can admire." Loki's Amber eyes would peer into Hecate's wondering how she would respond. had she ever encountered some someone with such faith? A faith that could possible match her own? Would she be offended by the thought, that someone could serve a being that was not Jashin with such vigor. Loki was more curious to her response, rather than fearful.

[ᖫᖭØMNÏᖫᖭ]

Gonna try to finish it off from the 2x Event.
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Ninpou: Choju Giga
Rank: “C”, “B”, +B “A” Ranks
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to bring to life and control a set amount of drawings or paintings.
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: The objects are made out of ink, and thus very weak. Most “D” rank attacks have the ability to completely destroy the ink creations, no matter of their own size.
Description: The user will rapidly draw several objects, usually animals, on a scroll. Then, performing the right handseals, the user will bring those objects to life and use them for offensive purposes. The monsters, made of ink, also share any special properties that the ink has.
“C” Rank- Allows for a maximum of ten small creatures at once or five medium sized creatures. This ability may be re-trained in order to increase the number of small creatures by two and the number of medium creatures by one each time this is learned. After the initial time learning this technique and four additional trainings, the user is required to perform “B” ranked training to learn more.
“B” Rank- Allows for a maximum of twenty small creatures at once or ten medium sized creatures at once, or one large sized creature at once. This ability may be retrained in order to increase the number of small creatures created at once by three, medium creatures by two, and large creatures by one. After the initial learning of the “B” Rank, it must be re-learned a total of four times before the “A” rank may be learned.
“A” Rank- Allows for a maximum of thirty five small creatures at once, or twenty medium sized creatures, or five large sized creatures at once, or one gargantuan sized creature. May be re-trained any number of times to increase the number of small creatures by five, medium creatures by three, large creatures by two, and gargantuan creatures by one.
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Kenesu kept to himself, his ambitions already met soundly for the morning. At any case he been out for a while, now that the idea of villages was brought up he might need to head back. He nearly forgot he wanted to get some missions done today. He needed some cash for his projects as minor as they were. Kenesu, left his ideals to himself when Hecate moved. He wouldn't disrespect her when he noticed she was undressing. He'd only pay attention to something else until she was submerged in the lake.

As for his dragon he was curious. How sturdy were these things? He created it not to long again. He ran his hand over the dragon's rough "scales" curious as to what was up. The different was that this was synthetic. Not the natural ones. His chakra made up this dragon in everyway the ink its body rested with simply made up the color of its body. However every ligament, muscle, and embodiment of life energy came from Kenesu. Not a genjutsu by any means. A ninjutsu was all it was. A special one. His Li clan symbol proudly on the back of his jacket. It wasn't much of an issue to wear it. 

Kenesu, would release a soft breath before he stood up at his full height of 5,10. His left hand now in his jacket's front pockets to get out his golden tribal designed flute. The dragon lowly growling in a curious manner as it turned its head to view its maker. Waiting, its large aggressive wing rising up to stretch before falling gracefully at its side. Kenesu turned his head when he heard the woman he just got done fighting a monster with quip about a newcomer. Turning his eye sight to Loki. "Another one?" He lightly muttered to himself. "Where do these randoms keep coming from?" His Grass Village headband was tied around his right arm and, from that moment, he turned his body around. He watched silently as Loki accepted Hecate's greeting and, entered the water with her. Then of course the two of them began to talk. 

Kenesu, from that point hadn't said or done much. He would simply stretch out somewhere mid between their conversation in which he wasn't listening to and, give some thought to his dragon. His flute still in his left hand. His right hand would reach into his pant leg's pocket and retrieve the same scroll from earlier. Kenesu backed away a few feet while still facing the dragon. "Alright come on, in ya go." He would say to it tapping the dangling scroll paper with his flute. The dragon sneered. It didn't want to go back. Kenesu could always just cut his chakra link and, make it, but he didn't feel like doing it the easy way.

"Really? You big cry baby. Alright how about this. I'll let you come back in with a tune." He then proposed. Of course the dragon didn't have much of a clue what he was talking about but, Kenesu didn't settle for that. He would get his flute and, set the scroll down flat but, left it open. From here he had a smirk on his face before he would take the flute and, begin playing a soft battle like tune. Lightly stomping his feet on the bridge for the drum rhythm. The dragon looked at Kenesu oddly. It had no clue what it was doing but, Kenesu would jam his chakra up with the music noted which when it hit the dragon it would get it moving now. The dragon almost cheerier and, standing up moving its rump to the tune. 

Now he had it. Kenesu, would finish it off with dancing with the dragon. Not in the same way of course but, at least to get it excited. The dragon using its tail to twirl it a little enjoying the beats and flute whistles. However Kenesu was planning this. He would slowly edge his way towards the scroll while continuing his music work until the dragon stepped on the scroll. With that he stopped immediately.

"Sorry your time is up." He'd apologize before ending the chakra link and, the dragon would roar out sadly as its body would get sucked back into or in this case on to the scroll page from the painting it came from. Almost like a blackhole had opened up from the scroll itself. Kenesu would walk up to the scroll and pick it up, roll it back to its normal form, tie it then put it with the rest of his scroll. Turning to the two women in the lake he would smile and, wave at them mellowly. "Guess that could have gone quieter." He'd joke shortly.

[Nekomata Minh]

well that is one unique way to train.
+10

[💀]

Hecate was within her right mind, as right a that could be, and her eyes didn't waver when she caught the shift in coloration within Loki's own eyes. It was a major sin to serve another god but not to those outside of Jashin's teachings and blessings, his devote blessings of the rituals. No, it was just another drop in the buckets the sinners carried on their necks as she trudged through life unashamed of the way they operated or called themselves 'free'. The one respectable thing was that her existence wasn't to some hokey poke village with a mortal appointed by my mortals to be the shining example of their bred ignorance.

However things derailed as it went on and the sharp narrowing of her eyes was an obvious give away. "Something I regret? I don't even know what that word means." The lackadaisical clip of words was more in tune to stating her own assurance that there was no such thing as regret in her world, not since coming to the dark. "You need others who challenge what you call faith so that you do not follow blindly, I expect anyone worth their ilk to do the same. You be careful not to let your tongue cut your own throat, it's a nasty world out there and not everyone is as confident in their path as we. Hence the village sheep!" Loki has her eyes and Hecate had a pair of her own she seldom liked to use that made her... conflicted with herself, a feeling she had become quite adept at pushing down.

To the rest she waved a hand to dismiss, "Adoration is nice but keep it unless it's going to lead me to a set of dry clothing. The water is pruning my fingers." Hecate planted a hand on the surface of the water and pushed herself out, running chakra through her palms and soon through her feet to stand atop the water, black appendages distending and flapping to flick water free of her wings that returned to their fold as she headed towards her settled items. "I'd rather not be out past sundown if it's all the same to you." She called over shoulder.

[Madame Loki]

"Fair, enough..." Is all Loki said in response to Hecate's words. The two of them knew their paths, there was no real point, in trying to convert the other to their way of thinking, although Loki was still curious as to what this Jashin Deity had planned for the world. However, these were questions better left for later. At the moment She would need to guide the naked fanatic to a store so that she may purchase herself some clothing. Loki would sigh as she rose out of the water without effort. She would float above the surface, before landing on top of the water gently. As she walked back to shore, her hair would begin to unfold and fold itself again.

As she did this water would spill out from the hidden layers of hair present. That same folding hair would begin to wrap itself around Loki, taking the form of her Skin tight Catsuit, the same as before. Loki would float off into the air once more and then land into her Trigger boots. Reaching down she would grab her blade and then turn to Hecate, "The nearest Shop is this way... will your companion be joining us?" Loki would ask before she would start walking in the direction of the nearest Shop.

[💀]

Back at the shoreline, items gathered, she threw a sidelong glance to the man tending to his dragon creature of his making, apprising him with eyes that knew no compassion. "Perhaps not, I'll leave that decision on him. He'll follow or keep playing with his toys." The breeze was picking up and it sent a chill through her damp skin, discomfort settling in with an unsettling bite that left her skin prickling like pistoning needle in a pincushion.

"Loki, was it?" She called back, wings expanding, flapping to dispel the water beading on her skin. "I'm a massive believer of there being no such things as coincidence and that the people who come into your life are there for a reason." She started walking but paused, looking over shoulder, giving the suit clothed woman a haunting look, "I hope ours is one of longevity and great revolution." Her toys hand little place to hang out so she carried them in a sling of her old clothes, dry from the exposure but none the cleaner, the wonderful tool of Jashin's power strapped across her back between her shoulder blades.

[Madame Loki]

"Indeed it was." Loki would respond to Hecate's question about her name. Loki would continue to to walk with Hecate as she listened to to her speak. Loki nodded her head, "I believe much the same thing. And revolution you say?" Loki would remain silent for a moment as she thought about what Hecate said. She would smirk as she looked down at the ground for a moment. She looked up to see her wings for the first time, she would then start to float into the air, and would looked down at Hecate, "Yes, revolution... this world is muddled and stagnant. Maybe it is about someone turned it on it's head."

Loki would continued to float there and then then turn upside down and would smile at Hecate, "But first let's get you some clothes." Loki would giggle before she would take off into the air heading towards a nearby clothing store. See saw Hecate's wings so she was sure that she would be able to follow her without trouble. After all flying was a lot faster than walking.

[💀]

Flying seemed to be the most logical thing to do but it was for those in a hurry wasn't it? It made clutter so much easier to avoid but so few people passed each other in the air and Hecate so loved meeting new faces, new... blood lines, face to face and in person while on foot. The thrill of a chase and all of that but they weren't here for killing and chasing, Hecate needed more robes.

With a short few flaps she was off and after Loki, the whistle of the wind sounding off in her ears while they sailed through the skies where man and woman had little place or reason being. "I rather like dresses." She chimed up, plucking her scythe from it's strap across her back and twisting the pole around in her fingers, "Not knocking your attire, of course, but there is much elegance in a dress and how it flows when moving from one movement to the other, a seamless-ness that just makes the whole thing so serene and... graceful."

She got that dull and distant look in her eyes whenever she thought of Jashin or the acts she carried out in his honor, "The way your blade gouges red mouths in the flesh of sinners and oh... how a clear and properly placed cut gushes with a certain precision. Yes, yes it seems messy but there is a pattern there and when you match that with a spray across something as elegant as a dress well it's almost like art in motion. You are a canvas for your own work, a reflection of it perhaps, and the world is your actual canvas and you are just the medium. It's something far too unique." She licked her lips before coming back down to the present, "But you do dress lovely for what it is you do for sure, whatever that might be. Where did you get your boots?"

A little girl time never hurt.

[Madame Loki]

Loki smiled and then began to chuckle as she heard Hecate talk of dresses. Loki would then turn around to face her while continuing to fly towards their destination. "Oh I couldn't agree more. The only problem with a dress is, I can never really decide what I want to wear. So I opted for Clothing I can change at will." The Hairs that Made up Loki's clothing would begin to ruffle around, most of it remained bound tight to her skin, while other pieces flared out and then weaved themselves to together to form a dress like shape around Loki, but it didn't quite become a dress. Loki would then use a bit of chakra and a glamour illusion would be formed, and the outline turned into an elegant white dress, and then it would change form and color again to rather risque violet dress.

Loki would change the form of her clothing several more times before it would go back to its' normal appearance. "Why limit yourself, when there are so many possibilities at your finger tips?" Loki would then look down at her Trigger Boots as Hecate commented on them, she would smile as she was flattered, "Oh, these? I created them myself. They shoot explosive crossbow bolts out the heel... do you want a pair? I could perhaps make you some?" Loki would chuckle a bit, as her offer was genuine, but she doubted that Hecate would take her up on her offer.

[💀]

When the idea of explosives and accessories came up it was part of a dream that was realized with a sort of revelation that left one's mind spinning. "Exploding bolts in a set of cute boots? I'd be a fool to decline that" She gasped, quickly following, "and a fool I am. I prefer things to take time, a blade, something with precision and serenity, beauty when it's not being deployed for it's intended use." She gave her scythe a gentle twirl and down below lights of a small town burned brightly.

"I think I am much to addicted to the fell of a heartbeat pulsing through the handle of my scythe when the blade is buried in it to get into something like explosives. Now, if you have anything like that on hand, I'd probably be your new best friend, Loki." That was a trill in her tone, a Cheshire like purr and darkness to the way she eyed the woman beside her sucking in her bottom lip to chew tenderly between her teeth. "A fine honed blade is just a thing of immaculate beauty, the way it sings through the air when swung... oh gee.. phew, I might get a little flustered up here."

Hecate was getting along in her years, having started this journey as a teenager, she was well into her twenties now, aging rapidly. What had been a bright eyed starlet was not a mature woman who understood her needs, just what it was Jashin did to her in the best and worst of ways and even when the chips were down, she loved the mercy he pried from her soul. "Hmm?" A quaint little building popped up from just past the treeline, "Witches are all about balance right?" Hecate chided, giving the drifting woman beside her a look, "Well I'm in the mood to be bad. Don't let the scales tip too far~" With a luminescent she descended, scythe at the ready and dying of thirst.

[Madame Loki]

"Oh, you mean something like this?" Loki would snapped her fingers, and a Blade would appear in her hand. It was still sheath, and she would slowly pull the weapon out from it's sheath. "It is named Ragnarok, my greatest weaponry achievement. If a fine Blade is what you want, then I'm sure i can make one for you. Just tell me what you desire in a weapon, and I will bring it into existence." Loki would smile as she held the Ragnarok in her hands. She still got a little enthralled by the appearance of the blade when she laid her eyes on it. It was an exquisite blade forged from Starmetal, Loki would swipe it through the air a few times, before placing it back in its' sheath.

Loki then raised an eyebrow when she heard Hecate talk about Witches being keepers of balance. Loki would smile and then said, "By all means... enjoy yourself." Loki would say as she would float behind Hecate as she locked in on the building. Loki would rest the blade on top of her shoulders and held it there with her hands. She really didn't care what Hecate did. A couple of Humans met very little to her, humans were the reason witches were in the merger state that they were. As long as she didn't know any of them, Hecate could do what she wanted, and Loki would hardly bat an eye. In fact it might be interesting to watch.

[💀]

Hecate eyed the blade around with a certain level of appreciation a killer could only have, scratching her chin with the side of her scythe's blade, "And you made that, huh? I wouldn't mind having something a little like that but more in the shape of my friend here." Her fingers drummed the scythe handle gently. "What I desire in a weapon cant just be spoken it needs to be expressed... Here, let me demonstrate."

Down, down, down Hecate drifted, till the patter of her feet touched down on cold pavement and she swung her scythe around to rest the back of it's head against her shoulder, daring to bat her eyes at the man she'd nearly lopped the facial features off of. "Now are you just a doll!" The chime in her voice was a whole octave climb and she relished that fresh look of fear like a starving lion closing it's jaws around the gazelle's neck. The exaggerate sway of her hips said she knew a little about how she could appear, young and vibrant in the right eyes, a widow maker in others who knew her truly. The same way she bit her lip when she'd looked at Loki was intensified here, that hungry stare like an endless abyss ringed by the green flames of her eyes.

"I like you, you've got a certain... air about you, friend." Fear usually kicked in a severe fight or flight response and in some extreme cases the dump of adrenaline left the muscles so tight the quick twitch muscles couldn't operate and it resulted in a frozen statue. That was this man in her eyes, struck in place before the visage and weight of Hecate's instilled presence. "So I tell you what, Mr. Man. You come with me to that cute little building over there, the one with all the clothes and whatnot?" She was indeed all but absolutely naked, hair damp from her swim but the pale glow of her skin flawless in the moonlight, "And help me pick out a little something special."

Like a little girl hiding a secret from her Daddy she tucked the wicked weapon behind her back, as if it didn't stick out a whole foot and a half over her head as she leaned in as close as possible, "Then we'll go out and paint the town red!" She snapped her teeth and clipped the word shortly,grinning like a shark, sending the man running off haphazardly with a yell.

Turning around to where she'd hope to find Loki the girl shrugged, "Something I said?" She scoffed before taking off after the fleeing man with a near singsong hum, practically skipping, the wail of her new friend attracting perhaps a little too much attention.

[Madame Loki]

Loki land on the ground and fold her arms as she watched Hecate delight in her work. Loki would have shaken her head, if she didn't recall her blazing a trail of blood with a similar glee, when she had recently deposed of a Warlock. After thinking about it she just smiled as Hecate had her fun. As Hecate tormented her current target. The poor man looked terrified, and Loki tilted her head to the side as she watched the man cower in fear. She laughed out loud as the man began to run away. "Well you are naked... and cut that other guys face...pfft, kekeheheheh!"

Loki and over her mouth as she continued to laugh as Hecate. As she skidded off after the man she would begin to put together what Hecate had said earlier, "So you what a scythe, that is exquisite death given form. Like death itself, both beautiful and terrifying. Rending foes in 2 with the grace of a dancer." Loki would tap her chin as she thought over things, as ideas for weaponry ran through her mind. Loki was one of the most skilled smiths in the world, however this was more of a hobby for her than a devoted passion. It was a wonderful way to pass the time.

[💀]

Hecate skipped along, far along, well into her moment of sadism and terrible horrible intentions upon the people of this town. Near naked in all her glory and swinging the rather angry looking scythe, the first person who came running out to see what the wailing was upon got the brunt of her excitement. "Mine~" She chimed loudly, lopping off a hand and systematically hacking the.... man(?)... woman(?) it was hard to tell these days with all this gender confusion flying around. It didn't matter, all of them sounded the same in the throes of hysteria.

"Mine, mine, MINE~" She went from hand to knee, to shoulder and neck, hacking the woman down and relishing in the way she just melted down into a neat pile of parts. This was apparently a social no-no with the way the other people flooding out came to check the scene of the long gone man from before.

"What?" She looked around at the mixture of horror and bewilderment on their face, "Oh, this? Come now..." She gestured at the body, what had been a person, "This is just playtime, nothing serious!" She was already holding in a laugh, "I promise this is a necessary thing, I wouldn't be doing it otherwise!" People were a disease, a blight upon the world. She was waiting for just one to take her eyes off her, to turn and in that moment she was a blur, a blink, that thing you thought you say in the corner of your eye, lopping the left foot off a woman who'd thought it wise to run. The appendage flew neatly through the air and with a little spin Hecate hooked the reverse blade up and under, planting it's heel in the ground so the tumbling woman could break her fall on the blade with her neck.

"Okay, okay!" She had to yell because the people broke into hysteria, running off while she planted a foot between the woman's shoulders and tore through her cervical spine with the blade, severing the head, "I admit, it's a little fun." Where was Loki again?

[Madame Loki]

Loki let the screaming masses run by and away from her, as she paid them little to no mind. She barely paid attention to what Hecate was doing, except for the more brutal instances. "Hmm... that's just bad luck." She would say to the pour soul that would be hacked to pieces. Loki folded her arms as she continued to think about a Scythe that would be perfect for Hecate. She was having her fun so it was only fair for Loki to have some fun of her own. When Hecate finally turned around Loki would raise and eyebrow, "Well if you're not having any fun then what's the point in doing it right?" Loki would shrug her shoulders, and then walk towards her naked companion.

She would pat her on the back, "Well... with all this commotion I doubt there will be anyone in shop. So we can get you a rather fine dress. Unless you're not done having your fun that is?" Loki would continued to walk towards the shop with the sounds of screaming people echoing in the back round. "You know if there are Venators near by they'll be on there way. If they arrive... please, let me take care of them?" Loki would smile as she turned her body around and continued to walk towards the shops.

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The idea of the shop hadn't even crossed her mind once she'd seen the man running off minutes before. She was too easily distracted when it came to the theatrics these days, the sight of grown adults running always gave her a rush she couldn't quite resist. Loki was right though and as much as she loved running around naked and bathed in crimson she wasn't immune to the weather and getting sick was not on the agenda.

"Aye, a nice dress, almost forgot." She was a ways behind and it took jogging to catch back up with Loki, "What color dress should I go with, oh witchy one?" She chimed, bobbing her scythe on her shoulder. "And whats a Venator?" Much to learn