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Jul 7, 2015 22:49:27 GMT -5
Post by ishtar on Jul 7, 2015 22:49:27 GMT -5
Dressed up for no other reason then to pretend that she was someone that she was not. Ishtar normally wore clothing that left little to the imagination, and even in this dress she was tempting it. It was a beautiful dress, long, and flowed with her as she walked, the best thing about being Djinn, clothing was optional.
All she had to do was think it, and there she goes, she was in the outfit of her choice. Today she was stalking around the Louvre on the hunt for her next victim, someone with status and money, someone that would spoil her just because she wanted it. She was a djinn, she did not need food, or rest, or anything really, but she enjoyed it.
She liked fancy foods, she liked gaining attention from others. So today she was searching for that attention again, and while she did that she thought a little sighing would be nice as well. She was bored enough for it after all.
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Jul 8, 2015 3:29:25 GMT -5
Post by nergal on Jul 8, 2015 3:29:25 GMT -5
The humans made pamphlets. Illustrated pamphlets that still filled the kiosks even this long after the end of their world. He had helped himself to all of them with a vapid smile, and then happily did a loop of the grounds. Greeks and Romans. Bah. A bunch of prissed up men and women who enjoyed taking it up the rear and hiding it a bit too much for his sanity.
Nergal was going to rob the Louvre in broad daylight. Novelty concept really. But he was just desperate enough to try it anyway. Five targets, all scattered about the Mesopotamia section of the Richelieu wing. Each one with its own dangers inherent in their tiny existences.
Plaque for protection against the female demon Lamashtu: potential to summon Nergal to protect someone from a death they deserved. Statuette of the demon Pazuzu with an inscription: potential to summon Nergal in his aspect as a god of plague and bind him to a contract. The Birth of Horus: tiny, hilarious, could be loose enough for those magician sons of harlots to summon him. The Statuette of Iddi-Ilum: potential to summon Nergal’s most famous of wives and force her to kill people. And finally, the Cylinder seal of the priest-king with its potential to flat out summon Ishtar and make her someone’s slave.
Five targets. Each one fully capable of fitting into the black bag he slung over his shoulder.
The hell did he know of how these ridiculous humans forced spirits to their bidding?
Nergal hadn’t seen Ishtar in over fifty years, but a marriage like theirs had lasted for millennia. What did he care that he hadn’t seen any of his wives in centuries? It wasn’t like they could die. But for any of them to be summoned against him was unacceptable.
Nothing. He knew nothing about how human magic worked. But he understood perfectly how ‘attractive bodies’ worked and attractive people should not be prowling around a place of culture with a siren call expression of boredom that promised at future mayhem. It violated a law of nature. Nergal would know. He was a diehard instigator of that rule.
He raised a brow as he glanced over at the woman. “Come here that often then?”
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Jul 9, 2015 15:08:55 GMT -5
Post by ishtar on Jul 9, 2015 15:08:55 GMT -5
She had been doing her best to true act like a citizen, to just stand around and look at the art, see piece of history in front of her. She wanted to laugh, these humans wanted so badly to connect to the past. They used old art and artifacts to do this, thinking that something old and broken would get them closer to what they did not understand. She had lived the past, for thousands of years she had see the rise and fall of kingdoms. She had been the cause of great wars, by used women to convince men that war was worth it, if it could win them the girl.
Still Ishtar was finding that she liked looking as all this history, some of it even reminded her of the good old days. She did not look at the man who spoke with her, since if she did it would only show that she had any interest in him, no she needed to make him work for that. She continued to gaze at the art before her, choosing to comment on it.
"Never thought to set foot in this place, I find it depressing. Trying to remember a past that we can no longer have. Being reminded of times that were better, more entertaining." Wow was she a downer, but she really couldn't help it, age kind of does that to you.
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