#4. While Halloween is something she's familiar with and finds good for a laugh, Samhain still feels new. It's not a holiday she'd grown up with, nor is it one that she would usually work on. It's a holiday, but not her holiday. Maybe in a few years, when she's gotten more of a feel for the ebb and flow of power in London, but not tonight. Spirits, ghosts, and anything intangible aren't really something she's good with. All she really wants is something sturdy she can hold and understand that way.
She'd been invited out to a party by a friend of a friend and not having anything else to do that evening, decided that it might be worth while. Her costume is plain: black clothing and a bird skull mask.
#8. Njoki knew that some people looked down on the sort of work she did, but some people1 looked down on everyone and anyone in the service industries. Then again, some people just found her work and her methods distasteful and that was something she could wholeheartedly appreciate. Fleshcrafting tends to be messy, but it has its uses.
She knows that she could've specialized in the living and gone on to sculpt warm bodies, but her skills don't run to that particular bent. No, the (un)dead is where she's been called and that's where she's needed.
Unfortunately, while the undead may call, they don't always give the best directions. Holding her cellphone in one hand, she places her travel kit at her feet and tries to balance her umbrella while scrolling through google maps. Where is that damned address?
----- [1] N.B. In this case, 'some people' can be read as 'supercilious arseholes who think themselves better than everyone, but still can't eat an apple and shit a fruit salad'. It's a term with layers of meaning.
Njoki Agbede : OC : Witch
While Halloween is something she's familiar with and finds good for a laugh, Samhain still feels new. It's not a holiday she'd grown up with, nor is it one that she would usually work on. It's a holiday, but not her holiday. Maybe in a few years, when she's gotten more of a feel for the ebb and flow of power in London, but not tonight. Spirits, ghosts, and anything intangible aren't really something she's good with. All she really wants is something sturdy she can hold and understand that way.
She'd been invited out to a party by a friend of a friend and not having anything else to do that evening, decided that it might be worth while. Her costume is plain: black clothing and a bird skull mask.
#8.
Njoki knew that some people looked down on the sort of work she did, but some people1 looked down on everyone and anyone in the service industries. Then again, some people just found her work and her methods distasteful and that was something she could wholeheartedly appreciate. Fleshcrafting tends to be messy, but it has its uses.
She knows that she could've specialized in the living and gone on to sculpt warm bodies, but her skills don't run to that particular bent. No, the (un)dead is where she's been called and that's where she's needed.
Unfortunately, while the undead may call, they don't always give the best directions. Holding her cellphone in one hand, she places her travel kit at her feet and tries to balance her umbrella while scrolling through google maps. Where is that damned address?
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[1] N.B. In this case, 'some people' can be read as 'supercilious arseholes who think themselves better than everyone, but still can't eat an apple and shit a fruit salad'. It's a term with layers of meaning.