Thread: Realm of the Forgotten

Villa took a deep drag from a flavored lho-stick while poking at her bowl of... porridge... with a cheap metal spoon. If you could call the gray, tasteless glop porridge. Or the somewhat, kind of rounded, piece of scrap metal a spoon. Not that she actually needed a spoon to eat it, as she could probably use it for glue if she so wished. After sighing a puff of smoke at the bowl, hopefully giving it some semblance of flavordoubtful, she took a bite. It wasn't bad, it was just odd. The porridge seemed to make some sort of null flavor zone, no matter what she mixed in it, no matter what she had eaten just before, the porridge always seemed to gun down flavor. She had found that it was actually quite handy at getting the taste of puke out her mouth though. After swallowing the mouthful of porridge, she took another drag of the lho-stick, breathed the smoke at the bowl, then took another bite, chewing with intense thought of how it tasted exactly like absolutely nothing. As she did nearly every day after she woke up. Finishing the porridge, Villa then picked up the mug of hot, murky red liquid, taking a slow drink. Made with cheap amasec, caffeine, and hot sauce, it burned in almost every way possible on it's way down. Promethium, as the mixture was called, was very much an acquired taste. In fact, Villa was probably the only person that drank it regularly. Smiling with that thought she settled back into her chair, lho-stick in on hand, warm mug in the other, she watched as the Tavern slowly came to life from her corner. Many of the Restless Knights knew she was a psyker and left her alone. Unless they needed a psyker, which was rather often as psykers are handy. As for everyone else, well, they probably just thought she was pretty fucking creepy. Not that she blamed them. She didn't particularly enjoy how she looked either. Once, her short hair had been a rich, chocolate brown, her eyes an entrancing green. Once, her skin had been a deep bronze color, colorful tattoos adorning her body. She had been quite the eye turner. Once. Well, she still was. Just in a different way. Her hair and eyes were now a deep scarlet, both the same exact color. Even her Emperor damned eyebrows. Her skin had become a pallid white, making her almost as pale as a void born. The worst part, in her opinion, were her tattoos. All the various and beautiful colors had bled to different shades of red. What once she had shown with pleasure, she now hid with hatred. Her body, the only part of her that had survived the mind cleansing process, had changed. Nothing was left from her previous life now. That part of her was truly dead. She let out a single, derisive laugh. Oh yes, she couldn't blame them for avoiding her. Even she thought she was fucking creepy. She stared at her 'stick in a moment of thought before taking a drag, the light from the ember making her eyes glow. Scarlet they called her. It fit. Well. Especially since out of some sort of grim amusement, she had dyed all of her clothes the same color as her eyes and hair. It had an interesting effect on some people, especially as the only part of her that wasn't covered in cloth or armor was her face. Plus, the blood had finally stopped staining her clothes. With a smile, she took another drink of the Promethium, enjoying the burning sensations.