The finger down her spine sent shivers running up it, but Magdalyn grit her teeth. "Or maybe it likes women with purple hair," she countered, "and it doesn't want me at all. Besides, I bet you've got far more experience." That was a given, considering Mags had never engaged in such things, in the game or out of it. But stating as much seemed equivalent to painting a giant red target on her back, with "virgin" scrawled neatly across the bulls-eye. And while the licks Vivian was sure to provide would be brutal, the possessed caskets and frigid cold were at the top of her list of things to be concerned about. The other woman moved beside her, and together, they peered into the now-stationary casket. Instinctively, she brought one hand to face, the back of it pressing against her nose to block the foul odor. It was clear that whatever had been trapped within the wooden box had, indeed, been very dead. Judging by the terrible stench, it had been dead for a very long time. "I have some experience with ghosts." The words came without thinking, and later, she would scold herself for speaking so plainly. If Vivian would harass her for being a virgin, would she not do the same for her being a ghost hunter? Perhaps if she did not give her an opening... She continued. "The ones that are intelligent enough to prank you like this are the ones you need to be worried about. And besides, I don't know what to think, or what to expect here. Standard rules may not apply, considering its in-game and all." Still shuddering, though mostly from the cold now, Mags wrapped her arms around herself. "Don't suppose they'll have any naturamancy spells in a place like this."
Vivian took a moment to look at the woman. The awkward expression Vivian wore was that one of trying to figure out if Miss Magdalyne was telling the truth about her virginity or if she was lying. Especially after the comment of getting some dark ritual sex only if it helped keeping her warm. The Malefimancer tapped a finger against her lip as she squinted her eyes at the girl then pointed to her, "A woman like you? A virgin? Pfft.." Vivian shook her head. With the low light, it looked like her hair came alive like a purple lit flame bouncing up and down as she laughed. While the Virgin Mary was off talking about ghosts or something else, Vivian was not entirely paying attention and had turned her back on her companion. She had got down on her knees, only saying a few words to keep the female brunette to continue whatever it was she was talking about. The woman had got up on her feet and swung her body around to look at Magdalyne. In each of her hands was a skull she mimicked as a puppet. "Ohohohoh!" Said the one skull to the other, "I don't think this girl is a virgin! I smell the sex on her!" The other skull shook its head and it rattled, perhaps a loose bit of bone somewhere as it rattled about and spoke as Vivian opened and closed its mouth to mimic speech, "What are you talking about!? You don't even have a nose!" Vivian gave a look to Maggy to see if she was even amused by her antics. Probably not, but the woman kept the skulls on her hands and continued down the corridor allowing the two skulls to bicker back and forth about her virginity. "Ohohohoh. I got such a boner!" said the one skull looking back over at Maggy. Vivian laughed, "Oh behave you. I highly doubt she likes that sort of stuff anyways. She is probably more into beast people anyway."
Mags screwed her face up at the discussion between Vivian and her skull friends. While she would let the beast people comment slide off her shoulders, the virgin comment screamed to be addressed. What was the harm? It was out in the open now, and it was not as if it was a lie. She truly was a virgin, and truthfully, it did not bother her that much. If that was what Vivian wanted to joke about, that was fine. There were worse character traits to poke fun at. "Believe what you want," she told both the player and the skulls, "but if some native tribe needed a sacrifice, I would be at the front of the line to be thrown into a volcano." This time, it was Magdalyn who turned her back on Vivian, though not to engage a couple of bones in conversation. Rather, the blue-haired player was interested in another casket, a few paces off. This was decorated differently than the others. It was certainly far from ornate, but the wood was a distinct red color, unlike the bland white of its companions. As she moved closer, she was also able to make out unusual etchings, like small hieroglyphics, across the top. It was difficult to say for sure, as the light cast by Vivian was not entirely reliable, but she thought she could make out a small tree. "Huh," she mused aloud, her fingers searching for a crease in the honey-hued wood. "Looks like I found some naturamancy after all." The top of the coffin gave after she yanked upward, and it toppled off with a surprisingly loud clatter. Mags was left looking at the very ancient remains of a body, white bones a stark contrast against the creeping dark. It was nearly impossible to tell if it was male or female, given the state of decay. But the pendant that rest among the remains suggested this had one been a woman. Or a man with really good taste. "Beautiful," she breathed, scooping to get a closer look. The necklace was a perfect sphere, about an inch in diameter. It appeared to be made of glass, with a ghostly white smoke contained within in. The pattern reminded Mags a bit of opal. If that's what this was, it was a pretty impressive hunk of gem. Without thinking, she reached for it. The moment her fingers closed around the cold orb, a voice filled her mind. Finally! Gods above, I thought I was doomed to remain here for- Magdalyn yanked her hand back as if the jewelry had burned her. Immediately, the voice was silenced, but she was left with a lingering feeling of unease. A sense of being violated. "Did YOU do that?" she demanded of Vivian, though part of her knew that the woman had heard, and done, nothing.
She sighed as she was left alone to her own devices and made the best of the situation. While the virgin was off grave robbing, Vivian was having a back and forth dialogue with her skull puppets. They chattered aimlessly on till the saucy witch got bored and plowed her hands together, breaking the skulls from her hands. Dusting the bone fragments clean off her hands, Vivian was slightly taken back by Magdalyn's abrupt voice. Vivian skipped over to the woman and peered down at the coffin looking at it. She placed both hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. Then with one finger pointing at Maggy, and a Spanish accent, "Lucy! What did you do dis time?" Vivian couldn't help but chuckle to herself and then shook her head. "I didn't hear anything, so it must have been whatever you did. Disturbing the dead to sate your curiosity is no bueno, Lucy. Leave that to pros like me and malefimancers or necromancers. But good to know you are a virgin, if we need to appease an old God or something, I'm throwing you under the bus." That is what she gets after all. Vivian normally had taken care not to disturb too much of the dead here although defiling the sanctity of their corpses was something she could have not done to anger any ghosties. With a flick of her fingers, dark luminosity filled the bubble once more torching the area with light. "Time to figure out what you woke up...Oh great, slumbered spirit. Forgive my daff friend, her innocent nature knows no bounds. May you slumber once more and we humbly request not to mentally rape us, we shall leave you once more..." Vivian's attempt to calm whatever was awake seemed to come from genuine words, but should it manifest itself, she was not going down without a
She merely stared over at the purple haired woman, her brows furrowed. Her confusion lay in thick layers, stemming from 'why was there a voice in her head' to 'who the hell is Lucy?' In regards to the latter, she shook her head, damp mop of knotted hair slapping her cheeks. "I don't get that reference," she confessed. Then, with one shoulder, she shrugged. Magdalyn lifted both hands to her face, and rubbed at it wearily. How had a beautiful, star-lit evening stroll taken such a dramatic turn? "It was a voice," she told Vivian, "in my head. Or, at least, I thought it was." Helpless, she dropped her hands, then held them out at her sides. "I have no idea. I'm probably going nuts. I just saw the nature symbols and thought I may have found something useful." Falling silent, she studied the remains, and the spherical charm on the end of the chain. Was it a trick of the light, or was the white smoke taking on a sickly yellow hue? Without wasting another moment to consider the consequences, her hand lashed out, and yanked the necklace from the skeleton's neck. The instant her skin met the glass ball, the voice was there again. Don't, hold on, I need to speak with you- She thrust the jewelry into her pocket, and with the thin fabric of her breeches between her leg and the charm, the voice was gone. It left a strange sensation of emptiness, which lingered long after she had replaced the casket's lid and turned back to her companion. "Might be a quest item or something," she explained, shrugging again. "And besides, I don't think there's anyone down here to arrest me for it. Doesn't seem like Astorea has the police officers to spare."
"Arrested!? Oooh, I was arrested once...twice. Well, a few times on a few different occasions." She said as she counted on her fingers and held up her entire hand. It was probably true, the Astorean Guard probably didn't travel down beneath the layers of earth just to see if anyone was doing any grave robbing. But then again, "Ya know? I could very well be a Astorean Guard and be undercover...wait. If I told you I really was, then I would have blown my cover just now." Vivian moved towards the blue haired maiden, inches from her body and she waved a hand over her face, "You will forget everything I just told you," her voice carrying a drone like speech as she would use to hypnotize, but of course, she was once again pulling this from a reference in terms of a movie. She sighed and tiptoed around the girl and shuttled away cackling madly like a witch as she studied some of the designs of the other caskets. "Something very old does rest down here. But I don't think we have done anything to piss anything off. Unless whatever you took belongs to some weird, ancient squid God or something. We should just be Hunky Dory!" Vivian flicked her hand once more summoning light to her finger tips to illuminate the area around them. She was somewhat tired and getting sleepy, especially after expelling so much energy from not being bored with Miss Maggy here. "Well, we really should be going. I don't really wanna sleep down here tonight. I wanna sleep in my bedroom with the soft things, the vibrating things." she listed while really not paying attention to where she was going. Even if Maggy was following or not, she moved with swift steps until she had lead herself to a dead end. "Woops...wrong way...Maybe I should follow you...Nah. I know my way out of here. Oh! I know! Maybe you can befriend a critter or something and it can guide us out of here! Put that animal empathy to good use, girl!" Vivian gave Maggy a wild slap to her rear to urge her forward and to even perhaps find a way out of here, befriending some ghoul, wolf or just having a general idea.
Magdalyn rolled her eyes, but began moving after being swatted like a stubborn mule. "You really think I'd befriend something down here," she countered, "just to have you kill it again?" The scene from earlier that evening was still fresh in her mind, and she figured the bubbling blood and gurgling noises would visit her in her sleep. But Vivian was clearly not the type to understand such things, or have sympathy for what plagued her. So instead, Mags merely batted her eyelashes at the other woman. "I may be naive, but I'm a quick study. No more beast taming with you around." Still, the pair remained trapped in the crevice, and taming something to lead them out was about as brilliant a plan as any she could conceive. Without stopping her forward movement, Mags planted her hands on her hips, and did a small turn. The path was narrow, save for the couple of occasions when the wall bowed out to form a sort of gathering space. They had held only the coffins before, and no doors, or signs of other exits. "Guess we go back the way we came," she stated, glancing at Vivian as she did so. Worst case scenario, we just log out and log back in. I doubt the game will put us back down here, so you'll be able to get to your things that are warm and your things that vibrate a lot quicker. Sounds pretty nice, actually." With a crooked smile, she added, "The warm things, I mean."
"Uh-huh." Vivian squared her eyes at Maggy who somewhat repeated her earlier comment. But the idea of having to backtrack through the whole catacombs, and the talking puppets, and the walking... A small inhale as Vivian drifted into a melodramatic pose, the back of her hand lightly tilted over her head as one arm extended out, "I might end up withering down here. That's such a cruel fate for a woman so beautiful as I. My feet are too achey in pain as well, I can't be bothered to be going back and forth like this! What do you have me for? Some...commoner?" Pfft, the words as hollow as her acting was, Vivian let both arms drop down at her sides and shook her head. She weaved her lithe fingers through the long purple hair as she shook her head and body with agitation. "Ugh, Ok! I give up...We'll just have to log out. I can't make left to right in this place. Well at the very least, was it good for you?" The woman asked almost a blank look on her face, eyes expressing nothing but a fluttering of her eye lashes and then she lifted her hand and examined her console. "Be sure you don't get yourself hurt attempting to log out now. I'd hate to be that woman who remembers that girl who couldn't even do that much for herself." Fingers played on her display as they shifted and moved, "Ta-ta." Like a light, Vivian was captured by its mystical form and her body went poof. It had been a weird day, and achy day, but she knew this was not gonna be the last time she meant up with the blunette woman. Oh far from it, in fact! =Exit Thread=
Magdalyn merely stared at the space where Vivian had been, her jaw slack, her mind blank. Then, "What?" But the woman with the hair like Bloomerang lilacs had already disappeared, leaving behind only a fading light, and the lingering smell of her. Mags slowly shook her head. "What a woman," she concluded after a moment, reaching up to scrub at her face with both hands. Exhaustion plagued every part of her, seeping bone-deep, and making her eyelids heavy. She would have sworn she had just completed a two hour gym session, with the way her muscles protested at the movement. Spending time with Vivian Cruz, she decided, was enough to tire any girl out. A night with Vivian was a bit like chasing a tornado. Or being in one. Alone now, Magdalyn, decided that logging out was most likely the best solution. Whatever lurked down here would have to wait for another day. All but forgetting the strange amulet in her pocket, which disappeared into her inventory, Magdalyn logged out. Fin.
