Post by Astrid Vess on Jun 12, 2022 20:37:13 GMT -5
Today was a day. Or rather today was becoming a day. And you may be wondering to yourself, what kind of day was it becoming? Surely most of Astrid's days tended to be the same right? She'd be in the forest, collect a few "fruits" from the trees. Go hunt with her pack. Manage a few kills but ultimately get killed. Perhaps test out her capabilities with Samson since he'd come at her moment of need against . . . "her". Given Astrid never got a name. . . or never understood her name if she did get it. Simple right? Oh, wait but we're forgetting that Alastor has his hands in manipulating Astrid's life like it was an on-demand entertainment show. Still, he'd stopped doing that after she'd gained her new level of power right? . . . Right? Hahahaha . . . No. No instead that meant Alastor wanted to see even more of what she had become capable of. Whatever his reasons weren't spoken to Astrid. . . Or she didn't listen.
So needless to say the on demand entertainment that Alastor decided? He wanted to throw Astrid into a place where she'd without a doubt lose her fucking mind. But it wasn't because she would be feeding off the . . . degenerate clientel, no no Alastor had different plans. See he'd noticed that Astrid was gaining a vocabulary. Or at least attempting to string more words together so of course because Astrid couldn't really string together sentences well then she needed to get more experience. Specifically experience talking with people. Thus in Alastor's infinite wisdom he'd sent her to Wal-Mart. Astrid couldn't even begin to tell you what in the FUCK this place was but she could tell you that even she had to be careful about who she'd eat here. . . if she were allowed to.
Why? Because the caliber of soul here was so abhorrently . . . well shit meant that it was like breathing. She'd eat someone and get nothing out of it. Hell half the workers present seemed as they were the living dead. Like this "Wal-Mart" had found a way to suck out the souls from them or at least their spiritual energy and make them just sacks of meat. To that point Astrid was actually impressed. . . Especially considering that she wasn't certain if Hell could do the same. Then again though Astrid never truly went out and searched the circles. Frankly she just couldn't be asked if she were honest. She wasn't quite strong enough when she couldn't even beat the upper half of her own resident circle.
Thus, brings us to the present. Astrid had been forced into a gigai. And not just any gigai but one of comparable size to her that looked like she was just fresh into high school. The first several minutes of realizing what she'd been forced into were screams of damn near bloody murder in the employee restroom at the back of the store. She was still under 5 feet tall, damn near skin and bones, and frankly she could swear she felt far weaker than she wanted to admit. But to make matters worse her tree that had all her spirits and the flowers within? Yea that was again changed to a tattoo. And worse yet it was a cute and minimal detail tattoo. One that spread across the entirety of her backside. While the vines were black the flowers were bright vibrant colors such as sky blue, lavender, pink, light yellow, and so many more. Had it not been for Astrid frowning and growling from deep in her chest she would look like the perfect air headed teenager.
Instead she looked livid and was subjecting her new, far less sharpened teeth, to her wrath. Along with her well manicured nails being forcibly dug into her palms. Astrid could swear if she listened closely she could hear that bastard laughing his ass off. Oh she'd make him pay, she'd wring his fucking neck into nonexistence. She just needed an opportunity. Sadly she wasn't given the chance as her boss for the day, a far taller and far older woman called Karen walked up to her. Orders were near barked at her and Astrid had to think harder than she'd like to admit to understand exactly what she said. Though the paper in her hand and the cart full of merchandise that she given, which mind you was about a foot and some change taller than her, she eventually realized her task was to just put them in the right spots. Her anger was rising again but Astrid knew that she couldn't leave. And if she killed them all Alastor might do something. . . so she had to attempt to work.
When she looked at the paper she realized she couldn't read it. A quick mental growl and Astrid managed to find out some unfortunate soul had actually the means to read the paper and thus the wisp and several others were summoned up. Same with her reliable canine companion. Though like her, the moment it was summoned and smelled the air, it looked upset. Astrid pat it on the head knowing full well that nothing of edible value was here. In the meantime however she got it to push the cart and followed the wisp who could read the piece of paper. Apparently the first thing was . . . Arts and crafts supplies? Astrid twisted her head at the concept of "art". The hell was an "Art"? Could it be eaten? From what she saw in the cart. . . it was in her best interest to not eat it. . . Especially this. . . "Glue". It didn't settle right with Astrid by looks alone.
With her minions summoned and assisting her, the only thing left to do was follow them around and walk to where they were supposed to go. Not like she'd know; Astrid couldn't read for shit. She could barely make out the various people that talked. The worst was yet to come though as she near immediately started to get pestered. They had. . . "Questions" and wanted to know where things were. Things she'd never heard of. Needless to say she growled out at them or threatened bloody murder if they bothered her again. Some were shocked. Many just blew her off. A few were seriously considering starting a fight from the looks of it. Sadly they too just cursed her out loudly and walked away. Much to Astrid's disappointment given she really wanted an excuse to kill all the people present here. "I. . . HATE. . . here. Grrrrr.... Worthless. . .Disgusting. . Alas. . . tor. . . GRAHHHH!!!
So needless to say the on demand entertainment that Alastor decided? He wanted to throw Astrid into a place where she'd without a doubt lose her fucking mind. But it wasn't because she would be feeding off the . . . degenerate clientel, no no Alastor had different plans. See he'd noticed that Astrid was gaining a vocabulary. Or at least attempting to string more words together so of course because Astrid couldn't really string together sentences well then she needed to get more experience. Specifically experience talking with people. Thus in Alastor's infinite wisdom he'd sent her to Wal-Mart. Astrid couldn't even begin to tell you what in the FUCK this place was but she could tell you that even she had to be careful about who she'd eat here. . . if she were allowed to.
Why? Because the caliber of soul here was so abhorrently . . . well shit meant that it was like breathing. She'd eat someone and get nothing out of it. Hell half the workers present seemed as they were the living dead. Like this "Wal-Mart" had found a way to suck out the souls from them or at least their spiritual energy and make them just sacks of meat. To that point Astrid was actually impressed. . . Especially considering that she wasn't certain if Hell could do the same. Then again though Astrid never truly went out and searched the circles. Frankly she just couldn't be asked if she were honest. She wasn't quite strong enough when she couldn't even beat the upper half of her own resident circle.
Thus, brings us to the present. Astrid had been forced into a gigai. And not just any gigai but one of comparable size to her that looked like she was just fresh into high school. The first several minutes of realizing what she'd been forced into were screams of damn near bloody murder in the employee restroom at the back of the store. She was still under 5 feet tall, damn near skin and bones, and frankly she could swear she felt far weaker than she wanted to admit. But to make matters worse her tree that had all her spirits and the flowers within? Yea that was again changed to a tattoo. And worse yet it was a cute and minimal detail tattoo. One that spread across the entirety of her backside. While the vines were black the flowers were bright vibrant colors such as sky blue, lavender, pink, light yellow, and so many more. Had it not been for Astrid frowning and growling from deep in her chest she would look like the perfect air headed teenager.
Instead she looked livid and was subjecting her new, far less sharpened teeth, to her wrath. Along with her well manicured nails being forcibly dug into her palms. Astrid could swear if she listened closely she could hear that bastard laughing his ass off. Oh she'd make him pay, she'd wring his fucking neck into nonexistence. She just needed an opportunity. Sadly she wasn't given the chance as her boss for the day, a far taller and far older woman called Karen walked up to her. Orders were near barked at her and Astrid had to think harder than she'd like to admit to understand exactly what she said. Though the paper in her hand and the cart full of merchandise that she given, which mind you was about a foot and some change taller than her, she eventually realized her task was to just put them in the right spots. Her anger was rising again but Astrid knew that she couldn't leave. And if she killed them all Alastor might do something. . . so she had to attempt to work.
When she looked at the paper she realized she couldn't read it. A quick mental growl and Astrid managed to find out some unfortunate soul had actually the means to read the paper and thus the wisp and several others were summoned up. Same with her reliable canine companion. Though like her, the moment it was summoned and smelled the air, it looked upset. Astrid pat it on the head knowing full well that nothing of edible value was here. In the meantime however she got it to push the cart and followed the wisp who could read the piece of paper. Apparently the first thing was . . . Arts and crafts supplies? Astrid twisted her head at the concept of "art". The hell was an "Art"? Could it be eaten? From what she saw in the cart. . . it was in her best interest to not eat it. . . Especially this. . . "Glue". It didn't settle right with Astrid by looks alone.
With her minions summoned and assisting her, the only thing left to do was follow them around and walk to where they were supposed to go. Not like she'd know; Astrid couldn't read for shit. She could barely make out the various people that talked. The worst was yet to come though as she near immediately started to get pestered. They had. . . "Questions" and wanted to know where things were. Things she'd never heard of. Needless to say she growled out at them or threatened bloody murder if they bothered her again. Some were shocked. Many just blew her off. A few were seriously considering starting a fight from the looks of it. Sadly they too just cursed her out loudly and walked away. Much to Astrid's disappointment given she really wanted an excuse to kill all the people present here. "I. . . HATE. . . here. Grrrrr.... Worthless. . .Disgusting. . Alas. . . tor. . . GRAHHHH!!!
{Gigai body}
{"Tattoo" design}