[Trish is sitting on her bed in her place. Her hair cut in a haphazard sort of a fashion, but that's not what her in such a foul mood. She's shaking, something that she's not used to - guilt? Maybe. But, there's something else...]

... shit, is this what being human is like? Dammit, and I used to tease Dante when he warned me about this.

[crackling like lightning, gun shots, maybe some police telling her to stop]

Hey? Any help? Great. [crackle, sizzle- more electricity maybe thunder]

Look, if you can hear this, get the hell away from the lightning. Dante? Vergil? Lady? [sirens]

Shit.

[you know what they say about the cold and women. That's what is happening to Trish at this very moment. Not that she cares, she's freezing. Wrapped with a blanket over her shoulders, and zapping some wood in the corner for a fire.]

Fanfuckingtastic. What's next? .. Argh, forget- I'm so not in the mood for this.

[Her head still hurts from when ( Read more... )

This meme was going around in another roleplay I'm in and I added all the other muses I play in other roleplays if you wanted to do it. :D; I apologize for the FList spam, b-but I am going to post this on the other two journals.

( Wittism )

Isn't this a treat? I had no idea this part of Fortuna even existed. Could someone help a girl out? I'm currently lost in an apartment that seems to be mine - it has everything I like and dislike with a few clothes - a little small in the chest area. There's cash, too? Really, someone does know how to treat a girl ( Read more... )

[have a very apathetic Trish] Why is it that humans get up in arms about murder of their own kind, but when it comes to demons and those associated with them that they seem fine with it?

[score one for demon logic] Whatever.

So! The two Sons of Sparda are in one spot. That's so fantastic, I can barely contain my glee.

Try not to keep me up at night, thanks.

[sitting, pensive]

At least my roommate wasn't here to see that. Can we pretend that never happened? That would be great, thanks.

[holding both guns in her hands, dangerous expression on her face. Obviously looking predatory. Please welcome Trish from the day that she was created! Lightning sizzles between her fingertips]

Where are the Sons of Sparda? [pulling back her shades, soft expression - deceivingly so as she feigns a maternal instinct.] Their mother misses them very ( Read more... )