"Well, you know, death kind of loses its impact after the first time around. If you're talking about slipping in invisibly, that's kind of my thing, remember? I can just do that if not for Ozzang'ac's pride and desires. Pride and, and, and..."
Ciel's facade crumbles quickly and suddenly. An ear-piercing shriek suddenly fills the air around the party as she leaps off Viss and begins frantically pacing, eyes glazed over. "You know, you know, you know, you know! I can see it! You believed him and now you know!"
As suddenly as the shouting started, it stops, and Ciel stands especially straight, taking on the grace of a runway model and placing a hand over her face. "This is suuuch a pain in the ass. Now we're going to have to have a discussion about whether I'm qualified to be an assassin at some point. How utterly blasé." While continuing to talk, Ciel quickly shifts out of the runway model personality and takes on an almost chipmunk like demeanor, cheeks puffed out and talking with a more perky speed. "And now I get to remember what I sound like normally! You forget these kinds of things after a century, you know. Golly gee, that's going to be swell! An adventure for all of us!"
After the more excited outburst, she seemingly falls asleep for a minute. After either being woken up or coming to on her own, she speaks drowsily. "*yawn* Sorry about that, I got bored with that last personality, I guess it was off." Ciel yawns again before slumping to the ground, one arm over the other. "Everything is hopeless. You can run for centuries, but you'll always be found. In a way, none of us are too different from this kingdom. You can hide from oblivion, but it finds you. Despair always finds a way..."
She looks about ready to go into tears when she hops up with cheer and begins to bounce up and down like an excited child, producing a lollipop from seemingly nowhere. "But it's ok! The power and friendship and happiness will stop all that nastiness! Or something like that," she says with a look of minor frustration. "No, that doesn't seem right..." She produces an equally mysterious pair of glasses and pushes them up the bridge of her nose, speaking in what seems like a poor impersonation of a robot. "By my calculation, there is an 87.657849235164088893% chance that this is also not the correct personality. Taken with a 96.4271853599653% chance that our next mission will be more grave than this one, it is unlikely that the proper time for introspection will be allowed."
The glasses fall off and Ciel rolls her head around, cracking her neck. She flows out her cloak to look like a cape and bares a pair of sharp looking fangs. "Now this feels closer, more correct. I am a killer of things, after all. Uuuuuuwryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
She cycles through some of the prior personalities before resuming a posture close to the one she has maintained throughout their field work so far, and finally speaks in a somewhat calmer, melodic voice. "Oh. Ok, here we are I think. That takes care of that for now. We can save the awkward talks for later. We still have a mission to report, and shouldn't tarnish the fact that it went relatively well too much, now."
She turns around and hops back on Viss like nothing happened, her eyes still glazed over.
Code:
[url=http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=94868]HP Ciel: 1D10 + 2 = [5]+2 = 7
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[url=http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=94869]Thanatos HP: 1D8 + 4 = [5]+4 = 9
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