intofireforever | ~014 - [VIDEO] - Laura is possessed, what else is new?

[The video function turns on, and Laura can be seen to have painted some sort of yellow pigment, probably just paint of some kind, across her upper face and chest (which is bare, by the way, aside from a few beaded necklaces--it's a good thing she had her 18th birthday this summer, or this would have taken on a whole new level of creepy). A black pigment is smeared across the area of her nose and mouth, and she's wearing a pair of Laura's bigger, gaudier turquoise earrings (oh, the 80s, how we all love them). An orange scarf is bound around her hair, to keep it back, and she's wearing one of Laura's more provocative skirts (having slit it up both sides, for easier movement.]

This body is...strange. As though it has been sapped of the proper colors, and yet somehow...beautiful, in its own strange and ugly way. I could have fared far worse.

[Sorry, Goddess, but you're in the body of a rather pale blonde chick. Needless to say, this isn't Laura anymore. Say hello to Tlazolteotl (Sacred Filth Eater; also known as She Who Eats Filth/Sin, The Death Caused By Lust, and She of Two Faces), the goddess of a dual nature. She's not only the deity of vice, filth, sexual misdeeds, and sexually-transmitted diseases, but also purification, steam baths and midwives. She both inspires sexual misdeeds, and cleanses the souls of those who engage in them. Essentially, she's Laura, on supernatural steroids and to the power of 100.]

And it is not as strange as this thing I speak through. I do not understand the workings of it. [But she knows how to use it, now, by seeing her brethren do it. She spreads her arms in a sort of welcoming gesture.]

Hearken unto me, dwellers of this place, and seek the company of another. Revel in your lechery, now, and enjoy it without fear, for when you seek me, you shall be forgiven and purified.

...Lechery?

Hey. Um. Hi.

I know that, uh, 'vessel' of yours. [Rex's god was funny. You're just a little scary, lady. Also, Laura possessed is a little 'aaaaaah fuck.'] I'm Paddy. Patrick. Whatever you folks prefer.

Don't suppose you could tell me your name or something?

If only they would, Tlazolteotl. Our time upon this vessel might be a good deal more enjoyable.

[Sexually aggressive women are being legitimately terrifying on his journal.

And that is all. He is too skeered to comment.]

[Chantico; the goddess of the family hearth, volcanoes and possessions titters in her unfortunately masculine vessel. She has adorned herself in yellow face and body paint and is shirtless; looking more like a god than a goddess (except for the large gold earrings and the kind of feminine sultry way she holds her body.)]

Your vessel is beautiful, Tlazolteotl. You have been blessed.

Edited 2011-01-08 08:53 (UTC)

[...so I have to have Itzcoliuhqui say hi. It's just Arthas in a blindfold :C]

Where did you find your paints, sister?

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Goddess of female sexuall power and patron of prostitutes. 'Sup.

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Nahuatl

Tlaz is my favorite