Vedis’ Adventures Part 3

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Ah yes, there she is, the mysterious Emma.  Vedis found this lovely lady outside the club several nights ago.  She had no idea when she first saw her the trouble she was going to get her into.  After speaking to her for several minutes Vedis finally realizes what that strange tickle in the back of her mind meant.  She had found poor soul-locked Isabella!  She realized that she needed a less public location to work her magic, and she would need to convince her to join her back at the club.  All the while not breaking the spell Alec had laid upon her years before.

Trust me, that is harder than it sounds…

Vedis Seid sees it all, the slump of her shoulders, the soft whisper of pain in her voice. She watched as she tried to convince herself that things would get better, that she wasn’t worth anything better. She had heard the lies a thousand times and a thousand different ways. But she knew better than to see them as truth. She looks down into the cup, watching the foam swirl and pop across the surface of the pale brown coffee. She sighs, realizing now the depth of what Alec had requested of her. She straightens and suddenly the facade drops away, “Emma, I have not been fully truthful with you, and while I have many secrets, lies I prefer less of.” she lifts that gaze to meet the crystal blue ones, “Our meeting wasn’t random. Davie sent me. He’s concerned about you and he wanted me to try and help.” not the full truth, but certainly not a lie.

Emma Danton blinked at that and then titled her head “Why on earth would Davie be worried about me?” she asked her brilliant blue eyes focused again on Vedis. Her attention to the detail of her skin leaving her with the sinking feeling of something else..”Davie has been kind to me I’m fine.” she said softly her hands again tightening on the mug of coffee that she held. he felt..trapped and couldn’t begin to explain to this woman why nor was she sure she wanted to. She had learned in Hathian that emotions would only get her in trouble. “Besides, I’m not sure how you could help.”

Vedis Seid pats the woman’s hands sympathetically, “He worries about you, he sees the potential in you and knows that you see it too. I am very good at giving people opportunity to excel.” She rummages though her pockets, before sliding over a gold embossed card “I would love to discuss your opportunities sometime. Davie really only wants to see the best for you.” she gives her a cheeky wink, “And my dear, I am the best at what I do.” she takes another sip of her latte, “You have worth, my dear, you could do so much more.”

Emma Danton leaned back in the chair drinking her coffee she looked at the woman across from her and titled her head to her seeming to watch her it still felt like something was missing she couldn’t explain what that was she never could there were just times when she got that feeling and she found herself only frustrated if she thought about it too hard like she was hitting a mental wall she couldn’t escape from “Alright.” she said softly accepting her card “But, what is it that you do?”
Vedis Seid sucks in her lower lip, tasting the praline syrup as she watches her carefully, “I will work with you to explore the possibilities you may wish to further pursue.” she waves her hands and laughs, “There are quizzes and everything. We shall see what your potential is, and with my connections, we will make sure you reach it.” she grins, “You might say I am a facilitator.” she nods to the drink, “Is it good?”

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She should have never left the club.  She had been hidden there, more or less.  Out at the coffee shop they knew where she was.  Solaris Islay, the leading lady of Morningstar Inc., finally tiring of the demoness’ antics moved her considerable force into action.

Vedis Seid pulls the dart from her neck nearly as fast as she feels it penetrate. “Oh that’s fucking cheating…” she hisses, turning back, anger flashing across her face. When she pulls her hand back the crackling flesh of her neck would peel away after it. As the chill spreads so too would the slow split of her skin. It was worse than the frost outside, it was concentrated and slowly spreading. She chokes softly as the skin of her throat stiffens, the cracks slowly spreading up to curl over the rise of her cheek. The rest sinking into the collar of her shirt. She takes one step back, then another, weaving on her feet before collapsing to her knees. But she didn’t fall, fighting the tranquilizer with the flush of her rage. She opens her mouth to let it spill from her lips, but nothing came out but a painfully dry cough and the slow, thick spill of deep crimson blood.

Hal Rehula cocks an eyebrow as the redhead’s pale skin develops cracks as if someone had bashed a porcelain doll against a hard surface..”Never seen a tranq dart that did THAT before..” he breaks a hunk off of his uneaten cookie, holding it out to the blond as Sol keep a grip on her, “cookie?”

Solaris Islay her grip on the girl’s arm was unapologetic as she jerked her back into place, but her voice when she spoke was meant to be calming, “Emma. It’s just a tranq dart.” she said gently. “I maaay have been exaggerating with the whole head explosion thing, and I am like ninty..” she turned and glanced at Ve watching her fall to the ground, blood trickling from her mouth.. “Err.. thirty percent sure it won’t kill her.” she gave a cheeky smile at that before releasing Emma and making her way over to the woman, seeming to speak to the air in front of her. “Nice shot Jamie. Right on target.” smirking she crouched beside the fallen woman and reached into her jacket, pulling out that digital collar they weren’t quite able to snap into place last time before crouching down and carefully attempting to fit it around her neck. “Hal think you can help me with Emma here? It would be better if she didn’t run into the street screaming or interfere with an arrest of a very dangerous terrorist suspect.”

Vedis Seid blinks, the room spinning, making it hard to focus, she frowns up at Sol as she approaches, her left shoulder beginning to lock up. The only thing holding her skin on was the thick layer of leather that she wore under her parka. She pushes back when she sees the collar, rage and fear making for a heady reaction. She flails out, trying to knock it from her hand, “No.” she chokes out, blood splattering across Sol’s boots as she tries to drag herself away. She topples to the side as the room shifts about her and she gasps as the pain flares across her senses.

Emma Danton looked around the room and in her own special and for those who actually knew her fairly typical fashion she just started screaming “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Vedis should be used to this, every time something violent and scary happened this was usually her MO…she turned trying to dart after Solaris towards Vedis well aware that likely they would stop her but hey she was blond and all she was thinking about was someone was seriously hurting Vedis “it’s not a tranq dart, tranq darts don’t make people cough up blood, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!” a question asked many times before.

Hal Rehula nods, “Sure thing..” reaching out to take a grip on Emma’s arm as Sol goes to fit Seid with the collar, turning Emma to face him as she freaks out from the sight of the redhead coughing blood “now Emma..its Emma right? Emma, believe me if Sol wanted that woman dead, she’d be lying there dead and not..well whatever that is..so lets take a deep breath…and let it out…maybe have a nibble from a cookie..” holding out the hunk of cookie he broke off his second untouched gingerbread man..

Solaris Islay was very good at manhandling people /especially/ when they didn’t want her too, and doubley especially when they were already drugged. So when Ve tried to crawl away she stopped playing around, aimed a knee and her body weight at the small of her back and attempted to hold her there while she adjusted the collar so it snapped closed. “Did you think that I wouldn’t find you?” she said the words softly and for once the pretense of amusement wasn’t in her voice, “Did you really think I would let you walk away?” in fact when she breathed it into her ear there was something almost seductive about the way she spoke, “Silly lab experiment. Just remember, when you try to take it off and drop like sack of wood, then wake up to realize you became the plaything of Morningstar, you did this to yourself.” with a smirk she attempted to jerk the binding into place and force her little trinket tight while she held Ve down. “Don’t… fuck… with me.”

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Vedis would not suffer this indignity, not again.  She had only so recently broken the last collar her husband Samael had bound her with before.  She had walked the earth for nearly a thousand years trapped and enslaved to power madmen’s selfish goals.  She had just only now begun to experience the sweet taste of freedom, the fullness of her own power as it lay within the heated depths of Hell.

She would not be bound again.

Vedis Seid stares at the neat handwriting on the notes that were splayed out in disarray on the bar’s counter top. She had never seen anyone in here for an actual drink, so it became her makeshift planning center. She was angry, enraged in fact, though you would be hard pressed to see it on her face. She simply went over her notes with methodical precision. Everything that she had learned in the past few weeks was recorded, every name, every location, every detail that may be important. She was on house arrest though most of her rage was focused on the collar that sat securely around her neck. She had tried to remove it several times over the last few hours since it was placed about her slender throat, and her skin had finally recovered from it’s frozen onslaught. It beeped and hummed softly even now, sending whatever information Sol had created it to send to whatever distant location that had been created to receive it. She had no idea how it worked, honestly, only that it’s very presence was like a razor down her spine. She hated it with a passion that could destroy galaxies. With slow deliberate movements she shifts the pages around, Morningstar employees here, Club employees there, pictures of the Asylum layered over a satellite view of the town itself. She was laying out battle plans. She was declaring War.

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To make matters worse, the one man she had hoped would not contact her, did.  The arrival of her long lost lover, Llwyd, now Mr. Berkshire, in the club sent her world spinning into chaos!

Mr. Berkshire was dangerously close to losing his concentration, losing himself in her sweet presence, here in his arms at long last. But her urgent warnings, the warm cup of her palms on his jaw, dragged his focus back to what she was saying. His eyes fell to the blinking collar around her neck, the many lines of his face descending into a black scowl. Rage blossomed in his eyes as he stared, her soft pleading washing over him. “Who has done this to you?”, he demanded, dark menace coloring every word, a glimpse of the ruthless nature of him lurking beneath the gentlemanly facade. He lifted his piercing glare back up to hers, equal amounts of wrath and love twisted together there to see, “Who claims rights over you, Vedis?” He sought to tighten his grip on her, as if the mere thought of letting her go again was impossible to fathom, adding with a low snarl, “I will not walk away from you ever again. If there is a way to free you, I will find it!”

Vedis Seid closes her eyes the warmth of his touch a welcome feeling. She breathes him in, letting his rage wash over her. She smiled, understanding once more why they worked so well together. She shakes her head, “They are known as Morningstar Securities. A company here run in part by a woman named Solaris Islay. They have people everywhere. Indeed, the fellow from outside is one of their minions.” she grimaces, “He will tell them what he saw. It is why you must be cautious. If they connect you to me as anything other than a business associate, there will be trouble. She rests her head upon his chest, letting the soft pulse of his heart, soothe her for several long moments, “They have knowledge they shouldn’t.” her fingers flex on his lapels. “I cannot say much more, as I do not know enough about them.” she blinks and looks up at him, eyes widening, “But YOU could find out more about them for me. They attacked me for being in a coffee shop. There is no way I can do the digging for the information I need.” she ran a warm finger along his jaw, “But you could find out their weaknesses…”

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Only after she convinced Llwyd to help her finish the commands of her bindings, did she move downstairs to talk to the others in the club, as a good Madame should.  Hal, a security guard that had helped put the cursed collar upon her throat the night before had brought a young lady into the club.  But apparently their amusements had sent the girl’s heart into spasms.  The girl was near death, and she was shooed away when she offers to assist her.   The girl was taken away by an ambulance and Vedis and Hal had a nice little chat.

 

Vedis Seid smiles as she pours the wine, careful not to drip. “That was not my doing.” she murmurs, her gaze lifting to his as she takes the glass and returns to leaning against the back bar. “I would tell you how it was done, but I have been told not to.” she takes a sip of her wine, letting the sweet flavor blossom across her tongue. She lowers the glass and holds his gaze, “What have you been told about me?”

Hal Rehula takes another sip of his drink, “other that you’re some kind of experiment that went sideways, not much..though what I saw on the video feeds from the hospital..fuck…”

Vedis Seid chuckles at that. “Brave man, drinking with an… experiment gone wrong. Especially after what you have seen.” She watches him over the rim of her glass for several long seconds, watching the adrenaline work it’s way through his system. Chased by the loving sting of the whiskey. “Here are a few things you need to know about me.” she snorts, “Things I am allowed to tell you anyway.” she lifts a finger, “One. I don’t lie when the truth is a better option. Two. If I promise you something, it will happen. I do not make promises lightly. Three. Your lovely corporation has made it so that I cannot hurt anyone here beyond what is needed.” she cups her hands around the glass, “Four. As soon as my promise is fulfilled, I can leave, and I can assure you… I wish to leave here just as much as you wish me gone. I have things that I need to attend to elsewhere and I cannot do it until I have completed the tasks set before me.” she ponders a moment, “Oh and five… I fucking HATE collars.”

The next day Vedis goes to the hospital to visit Michelle, the girl from the night before. She is warned by the collar not to go into the hospital, so she decides to expend a little effort and visit Michelle in the dreamworld.

Vedis Seid’s grin grows, until is nearly splits her face, teeth unusually sharp in this strange dreamworld. “Sol is your Mother? Oh how delightful.” She glides up towards the head of the bed once more, those black eyes never blinking, never straying from her face, “Do come by the club sometime…” she purrs, “I’m sure we have MUCH to talk about.”

Perfect.

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Vedis takes a moment to herself after the day’s events.  She sighs and lets the bubbles form around her molten fingers.  Solaris was treating her as if she were some sort of monster.

She wasn’t wrong.

“You want a monster?  Fine, then you shall have one.”

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Now we start to see some of the bigger metaplot that I was really looking forward to expanding into.  I really enjoy the slow expansion of a storyline, from local, to continental, to worldwide and beyond.  I hope it translates.

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Vedis’ Adventures Part 2

Vedis Seid sat silently in her room, brooding. There were small drawings of a palm sized black crystal scattered upon the dresser beside her, each one from a different angle, but each one of the same stone. The candle light seemed to caress the surfaces it touched, those strange pictures, the soft curve of her flesh. She sat upon the dresser crowded in by her own roughhewn sketches. Her ‘guards’ had checked in on her several times in the past few days, simply to make sure she hadn’t snuck out again, or found a way to break their master’s commands. Each time they returned to their post content she was still within their grasp. She sighs softly, awareness of her melancholy breaking through her repetitious thoughts, drawing her to the surface of this world again. She soft glide of leather breaks the silence as she slides down off the dresser, her heels clicking softly as they touch down once more upon the wooden floor. “Let’s see how far this chain extends, hmm?” she purrs, running her fingers over the sketches of black crystalline forms flickering in the depths of her emerald eyes. “If they do not wish to speak with me directly, I will have to force them to act.” what did she care? This wasn’t her city, let’s see how far she could raze it before they finally came to speak with her.

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Vedis Seid steps into the hospital shivering slightly. It had been ages since the cold bothered her, and that thought brought a frown to her brow. She brushed it away as she brushed her hair back from her face. She quickly replaced it with a smile. It nearly touched her eyes, even still, there was something hard behind her gaze, a weight that would make all but the strongest uncomfortable. She approaches the desk, “Excuse me, is there a bathroom here?” she winces apologetically, “Sorry, I knew I should have gone before I left the house.” she continues to smile, the soft scent of honey floating towards the blond woman breaking the sterile smell of detergents and concern. Casting a quiet spell of its own. “It will just be a moment, if you could point it out to me?”

Vedis inclines her head at the receptionist and follows her directions to the left. The hospital was busy enough for a Friday night and she was hardly dressed to blend in. Still she was able to avoid most questions by simply mouthing, ‘bathroom’. Most people let her pass without a second word. Their attention quickly pulled away by other, more important duties. It took her several minutes to find it, but the morgue had a distinctive smell that she could smell from miles away. She pauses a moment, a single heartbeat where she flashed her awareness out around her, checking to make sure she wasn’t seen, and then slipped inside. She gathers the darkness around her like a shroud, surveying the room and it’s inhabitants, if it had any, from the lightest of ‘don’t look here’ spells.

Vedis cared not one wit for the camera in the corner, she was certainly hoping someone was watching. Seeing the room void of life she drops the glamour and steps into the room fully. She wasn’t looking for chemicals, or pills. She was looking for a moment of quiet. And the bodies upon the slabs. With a wicked grin she glides over to the cloth draped corpses, the gentle click of her heels the only sound in the strangely silent room. It was a rougher cloth, thick and heavy. She tests it between her fingers, then grips it and pulls it clear from the body, letting it fall from her hand to the floor. The body beneath lay lifeless and empty. She saunters closer, letting her fingers trail over the staples along the corpses’ stomach and chest, pausing at it’s head. She trails her fingers through it’s hair, her gaze searching it’s face, but for what? It was little more than empty flesh. Her fingers press against it’s chest, her eyes flaring with heat. She whispers across it’s cold lips, “Ophiocordyceps unilateralis” and smiles, placing a kiss upon it’s unyielding cheek. She straightens as it begins twitching, the flesh of the body rolling and bubbling as the fungus grows within it. The creature’s eyes snap open and it jerks upright. She takes a dancing step back as it lunges at her, its movements awkward and indelicate. Her gaze delighted as the corpse reaches hungrily for her. “Oooh, you naughty thing you.”

Needless to say, Vedis’ little escapades didn’t end well for her.  Hospital security was on high alert.  Apparently the mysterious Morningstar Security was more pervasive in this world than she had anticipated and they knew all about her.

Shame on them for interrupting all her fun!

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She learned to take them seriously when two of their bullets actually did damage.  Demons don’t take damage from bullets, but they certainly wake up and take notice when those bullets have nitrogen cores and holy symbols writ upon their metal exterior.

But in the end, she got what she wanted, a conversation with Alec Damondred, an old… dare she even call him a friend?  He saved her from Morningstar Security, for a price.

A price she was none to happy to pay.

Their conversation raised new questions for our little demoness.  New concerns.

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She promises to uphold the masquerade and to help their mutual friend, Isabella.  In return, she would be released from the bindings put upon her and allowed to go on her way.

It would take some time to accomplish her needed tasks, however, so until then she had to find a place to stay.

Vedis Seid smiled as she stepped out of the corner store. If she was going to be stuck in a city, this wasn’t the worst of cities to be stuck in. The fog slowly swirls in towards her feet as she plucks a cigarette from the box and tucks it between her crimson lips. Taking a moment to find the lighter she lets the mist curl, the city strangely quiet tonight. The lighter snaps loudly in the abandoned street and she inhales deeply. “This should be interesting.” she murmurs, letting the gentle curl of smoke join its brother fog. She makes her way down to the club, the only other place in this city she knew other than hotel and the hospital. Once there she pauses, suddenly uncertain. In a huff she turns and leans back against the wall, taking another deep inhale on her cigarette with a frown. What the fuck is she doing? She should know better than to help these people. It would only cause her more pain. She chuckles wryly, “But isn’t that the best part?”

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Vedis Seid watches the smoke as it curls lazily from her cigarette, the rosy glow of the cherry, as the heat ripples across the tobacco in undulating waves. She had given into these loathesome emotions several times on her trips. She wonders if it was worth it, these horrific memories. The knowledge of punishment yet to come. She could outrun it only so long. Alec had raised even more questions for her than answers, but she was used to playing the long game, so she knew she would get what she wanted eventually. She takes another deep drag and blows smoke rings out into the galy lit street. She couldn’t go back to the hotel, the hospital wasn’t useful for sleeping, so she looks up at the sign of the only place she had left. “Moloko.” the symbol one quite familiar to her. She smirked at the dragon that encircled it. Typical, they always have to make it complicated, didn’t they? She drops the cigarette to the cobblestones and crushes it out with the toe of her thigh high boots. “Fuck it.” she says, the smoke curling from between her lips. “Do what you know, eh?” and with that, she tugs open the door and steps inside.

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Vedis Seid let her coat fall from her shoulders as she moved into the front room, she tosses it onto the couch and makes her way towards the mantle, an amused look settling upon her face. The room was black leather and lace, soft edges and hard lines. She couldn’t have done it better herself. Her mind floats back to a similar club, Fiendish Pleasures, it was called, and all the wonderful memories from that time. She knew she was here for a while, so why not enjoy her time while she waits? She was quite used to playing the waiting game, and she never let a deviation from plan ruin her good time. She would have to smuggle her things here, but that was the least of her worries. She would keep her head down, stay on the right side of the law, and in a few weeks she would be on her way. Fine. She can do that.

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Pretty little Laylah, the current hostess of the club and Vedis’ new playmate,  just has to catch her up on the modern world.  Poor thing has her work cut out for her!

Vedis’ Adventures Part 1

I am still getting the opportunity to role play on Second Life.  Not even half as often as I used to, but it’s quite fun keeping up on Vedis and her insane life.  None of these role play sessions will end up in the comic, it has divulged from her story-line ages ago.  But I would love to share the photos I have taken in the course of this new story.

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We last find our star crossed demoness wandering the multiverse after recovering the memories of her greatest sin.

Falling in love.

Afraid that the recovery of said memories would be her death sentence (again and for good this time) she had taken to walking the Path Between, which is a path that connects worlds and dimensions within the multiverse.  Her path has taken her to distant worlds and strange places.

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She has learned to enjoy sushi at a quaint little shop she found on one world.  The locals were friendly enough when they thought her a fae.  She didn’t disabuse them of that notion.  Easier to blend in than be forced out because of her hellish nature.

Besides, she can only eat blood and raw meat, it was nice to finally be able to find a place where she could sit and pretend to be just like everyone else.

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She caught sight of these two goofballs on another one of her wandering steps off the Path Between.  They made her laugh, and she even found a lovely lady to truly feast upon there.  So it made her top 10 places to return to when she has time.

Unfortunately, things went down hill from there.

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The Path Between can take you anywhere, but you never get to chose the destination.  Vedis found herself in a large Asylum rather suddenly.  The Path Between rarely goes through buildings, but this building was created as a trap for lost souls.  She had no problem breaking that spell, but in doing so, she uncovered an even more troublesome trap.

Apparently, one of her old lovers, a fellow by the name of Alec, had become quite powerful in his own right.  He let his fellows know all about her, and commanded that they keep an eye out for her return.  She just happened to bump into one of those fellows, a man named Devlin.  Devlin used one of Alec’s magical stones to weaken her enough to trap her.

So she remains, a captive in Elk Point, weak, but determined to exact her vengeance.

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She just has to shake the watchful eye of her many, many jailers.

And not fall into the beautiful traps that have been set for her.

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Who am I kidding?  She’s screwed.

HA!

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Poor little demon, what in the world are you going to do now?

Nostalgia in Second Life

A few days ago, I was thinking about how long I had been a part of the Second Life community.  It’s been a really long time!  Over 9 years!  That is a long time to be a part of any virtual community.

It also got me thinking about how far the graphics have come!  And that led naturally to the evolution of my Vedis Seid character.  Below you will find a picture from one of her very first builds.  This is not my first avatar, by far, but it is when Vedis became that black eyed beauty so many fell in love with.

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2011?  Yeah, that was a while ago, for sure.  Layered clothing, and not much of it.  She had already become a part of the Legacies 1981 sim in Secondlife at this point and was starting a very small brothel there.  Legacies 1981 was a lovely little Victorian fantasy sim run by the amazingly innovative Trijin Bade.  (His LARPs HUD was one of the few HUDs in Secondlife I can actually tolerate.)

Her story really blossomed in this sim and it is, hands down, one of the favorite stories I have told in Secondlife.  She is one of the characters in the comic, though we will never know the fullness of her story there.

This character introduced me to some of the most wonderful of people, who helped shape my life in very real ways.  Because of the importance of that I felt like I couldn’t truly leave her behind.  So for the past few weeks I have been updating her, when I can.

Check out what she looks like now.

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Oh, hello there.

Vedis has gotten an overhaul for sure!  Mesh body (SLink Hourglass), ears (*~*Illusions*~* Fairy Elf Ears) and clothing (*Just BECAUSE* Venom Gown) makes a big difference.  Those tentacles (Xoph’s Tentaculus Exoticus) are the same though I have changed the texture.  The eyes (FATEeyes) I have had for several years now, but not back as far as the first picture.  The horns are much more modest due to in character reasons.  Maybe someday I’ll write that story out.  If there is interest.

But the best part of her new look?

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Her mesh head not only has facial expressions, but facial expressions that LOOK NORMAL.  I have been waiting YEARS for that.  The facial expressions with regular avatars are so limited it really made taking photos difficult if you were trying to express emotion with poses, rather than just fashion pictures.

Bento has added even greater benefit with the ability to curl fingers and have more realistic movement of tails and the like.  I haven’t found a tail replacement for her yet, and sadly the tail she is known for looks horrible against this build.  Even more than the tentacles they stick out like a sore thumb, so until I can find someone who can reproduce it with the Bento bones, I won’t use it.

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Oh yeah, these photos look SO much better.  Don’t you think?

I’m sure she has more stories to tell, she never could stay dead.

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Uh oh… here she comes.

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Oh noes!  The Slaugh are coming for Elijah! EEEEEEEEEEE!

And thus ends Chapter 2 of The Prophet’s Web!  Stay tuned for the next chapter and find out what happens to our favorite cabin boy!

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Oh Second Life, how I love you.  Logged in today and it worked fine.

Yay!  We can continue the story and I can start taking pictures again!

A Few Technical Difficulties

So, Second Life is no longer loading avatars for me.

This… could be a problem.  I am still working on solutions, but that is why I can only offer you a teaser peak at the next comic.  I need to get it working so I can take the pictures I need to complete it.

Ugh.