Well, that was gratuitous. Let's get back to the party, hm?
[ it's bizarre even if you don't know her well, and even stranger if you do, because while elektra's sense of humor skews towards sardonic and she doesn't hesitate to use violence when necessary, she doesn't exactly take joy in the slaughter of innocents, even spirits. she'll take the wrist of whoever's nearby, trying to pull them back to the dance floor, an oddly manic grin curving her lips. ]
JESUS CHRIST YOU'RE SO DAMN COLD, DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'VE LOST CONTROL?
[ even without partaking in the offered spirit meat, elektra's finding herself eager to keep participating in the celebrations long past the point where she should have tired and gone home to rest. blisters have long since started forming on her feet, beginning to ooze blood from wounds that aren't given a chance to heal, and dirt and strands of tangled hair stick to her face with sweat. her mask hangs askew, dark eyes glaring intensely at those who try to leave. ]
What are you doing? Get back.
[ attempts at getting her to leave will be met with violence, shoves and slaps that eventually escalate to punches, kicks, and clawing as she's met with more resistance. blood eventually marks her skin; whether it's her own or someone else's is difficult to determine.
at some points in the night she seems to snap out of it, going completely still and looking around at fear. the moments never last long and get fewer and father between, but she appears lucid enough to try to sneak to the edges at those times, panic edging into her expression and physicality even as she continues to try to blend in.
it's probably best to catch her in one of those moments, if you're trying to get her to stop. ]
FORGET ABOUT THE THINGS YOU THINK I KNOW
[ if you'd like to do something outside of what i've outlined, would like your own starter, or have your own idea, i can be reached on plurk at vdova, or you can post your own thing and i'll roll with it. elektra will not be seriously harming anyone unless i get permission and i'm not looking to have her kill anyone outside of spirits. her plotting comment is here; she's going to attempt resisting as she starts to realize what's happening but eventually succumb as she was forcefed spirits while kidnapped. ]
elektra natchios | OTA
[ the sacrifice is something unexpected, and ordinarily elektra might take it as a cue to stop celebrating and leave, especially when the corpses are divided up and offered around to those who have been participating. having already experienced the unfortunate side effects of consuming spirit flesh, she waves off the spirit and turns to the person beside her, oddly blasé over what they've just witnessed. ]
Well, that was gratuitous. Let's get back to the party, hm?
[ it's bizarre even if you don't know her well, and even stranger if you do, because while elektra's sense of humor skews towards sardonic and she doesn't hesitate to use violence when necessary, she doesn't exactly take joy in the slaughter of innocents, even spirits. she'll take the wrist of whoever's nearby, trying to pull them back to the dance floor, an oddly manic grin curving her lips. ]
JESUS CHRIST YOU'RE SO DAMN COLD, DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'VE LOST CONTROL?
[ even without partaking in the offered spirit meat, elektra's finding herself eager to keep participating in the celebrations long past the point where she should have tired and gone home to rest. blisters have long since started forming on her feet, beginning to ooze blood from wounds that aren't given a chance to heal, and dirt and strands of tangled hair stick to her face with sweat. her mask hangs askew, dark eyes glaring intensely at those who try to leave. ]
What are you doing? Get back.
[ attempts at getting her to leave will be met with violence, shoves and slaps that eventually escalate to punches, kicks, and clawing as she's met with more resistance. blood eventually marks her skin; whether it's her own or someone else's is difficult to determine.
at some points in the night she seems to snap out of it, going completely still and looking around at fear. the moments never last long and get fewer and father between, but she appears lucid enough to try to sneak to the edges at those times, panic edging into her expression and physicality even as she continues to try to blend in.
it's probably best to catch her in one of those moments, if you're trying to get her to stop. ]
FORGET ABOUT THE THINGS YOU THINK I KNOW
[ if you'd like to do something outside of what i've outlined, would like your own starter, or have your own idea, i can be reached on plurk at vdova, or you can post your own thing and i'll roll with it. elektra will not be seriously harming anyone unless i get permission and i'm not looking to have her kill anyone outside of spirits. her plotting comment is here; she's going to attempt resisting as she starts to realize what's happening but eventually succumb as she was forcefed spirits while kidnapped. ]