Trick of tricks, prank of pranks, well, there was something interesting. Shopping spree! Having decided today to be your average teenager, as fit her appearance of 19, she'd taken up the name 'Daine', merely because it seemed like the thing to do. Or...something. No matter. Thoughts absently reminding her of times in the past- and pranks to go with them, and illusions, thus forth- she hardly remembers that alas! Here she is, getting off the bus, at this little sidestreet known as 'Elm Street'. It looked like the right kind of place to start a rucus, if anyone reading her thoughts caught her drift.

Hehe, reading her thoughts. That's a good one. And next month, don't forget to tune in to Lame-o The Clown! Wait. No, that's not cool. Stupid clowns. Woah, woah, woah...what the kriff was she doing, talking about clowns inside her head?! Her true focus should be on creating a human illusion...or maybe making some solid object appear as if it weren't there? The possibilities were endless...

Lazily readjusting her tanktop, black at the moment, she glances down at her appearance, deciding just then that 'Daine' would be a semi-goth, as the term now was, only without the heavy music and chains. No, just the black make-up, etc. Ah yes, that reminded her. A simple thought and a second later, her lighter brown hair was dirty blonde with faded purple streaks in it, as though it had gone through too many washings without being re-dyed. Black make-up that actually wasn't even on her face- oh wonderful illusions- was present as well.

Daine, as she was right now, stopped herself in front of a shop window, casting a quick look at her new appearance. Yes, this would most definitely do. Her still-brown eyes glanced towards the interior of the shop, noting it was not, in fact, a shop she thought she might go in. Instead, she merely began a trek along the street, pausing to observe the mortals and the pretty little unnish forms as they went bustling around shopping as if their lives depended on it.

A change in current, a new vibration in the air, maybe just pure instinct, as it had all been described at one point by someone or another. This went unnoticed to Grace, like a child stepping into water, she can see the ripples she would leave through the water, but the actual feeling of the small shift in current was lost upon her. Maybe because she didn’t care enough.

She herself was looking all the part of the Full-Goth. Chains and music included. Her head phones lay on her shoulders, blaring slightly muffled lyrics to a song by The Doors. Her hair was pulled up into pigtails, streaked with a few strands of violet dye, the same shade as her eyes of course. Her skin was the rare white achieved by albinos, though, she was not one. Her eyes were outlined with some makeup a small heart near her left eye.

She extended her bracelet and fishnet clad arms and stretched them behind her head and let out a yawn. She was rather bored, she’d been walking up and down the cursed street for what seemed like forever trying to find something, or someone at least, entertaining. A grin played on her lips as another song blasted through the speakers. Her lips moved, matching the words, her voice quietly echoning along with the words.

”I cant explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel

Touching you, touching me
Touching you, God you're touching you

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love..."

The pretty little purple blotch of hair decided it was time to loose itself from the rest- not that that was saying much, however- and was at once repremanded. But of course, that wasn't saying much, as was earlier mentioned, unless you happened to think hair thought...no wait, don't answer that. Of course, there are many things one does not answer in life, for example, why are people born? Why do people die? And who are these 'god' people anyway? Wait. How did we get from purple hair to the existances of gods and goddesses?

No matter! We're doing good. Contemplating adding lime green streaks to her illusion, she changes her mind at the sound- and sight- of another person approaching. Wait, wait... Being unfamiliar with the people in these parts was another downfall, however, it did make her less suspicious with authorities. Until they recognized her... Or until some innish unit figured out her patterns or recognized pranks' similarities from old reports.

A shame the mortal realms offered no lasting cover. Ah, tear, sniffle, sigh. And to think, all this started with purple hair. Back to the green bits though.

The green was not added thanks to the sounds of music coming from a figure approaching. It might be just a bit obvious if her hair changed color in front of them. Especially if they had no clue about magic. Of course, there were always illusions that could be cast to make this new person think they hadn't seen her change the color, and also to find out if she were innish or unnish, but she didn't feel like wasting the energy- hey, so what, she was having a lazy streak, alright?- she merely let it slide. No comment is made to the person as she walks nearer, pausing every now and then to glance in the new shops she passed.

Grace was almost at the level of boredom that often made many, many, people suffer... Almost, but not quite there yet. She stretched her arms behind her head and glanced down at her shirt, yep, Jim Morrison, just like she thought. Well, maybe it wasn’t there earlier but it was now, so it really made no difference to Grace. She still wanted a new CD.

Yes, something by The Doors, of The Cure, maybe even Queen or the Darkness, yes the Darkness seemed like a new good band. Well, she couldn’t remember if they were new or not, when she first heard them they had the sound of an older band, but she let it slide settling on not caring

A music store, yes, all she needed. Approaching the window she stared in, her face rather close to the glass, she didn’t appear to be breathing, it was a nasty little habit she got over rather quickly. Why breathe if you don’t need to? She got a bit caught up in her staring, that she ended up leaning against the glass window, continuing to stare at the inside of the store.

Interest was sparked by the other's appearing to be unbreathing, something she noticed that none of the other mortal humans and counterparts would take into account. Shrugging to herself behind her cloaking illusion, she ventured a few steps closer.

"No need for breath?"

It was a rather random statement, a bland one at that, but the Trickster knew it was of other meaning to more than just a few people. Or...not-quite people. After all, the only creatures she was aware of that didn't breathe were gods and goddesses, minors of the same, and vampires. She herself didn't have to take in air, but she did for all appearances. Besides, she liked to keep on top of the current trends. Sort of.




ooc] gah, that was bad. soz...feeling...bland.

Voices, no voice, just one, a voice, like some one calling from above water as you stare up blankly through blurred vision knowing that they are speaking, knowing what they say is important, but not being able to piece it together. Just not having it reach you. Breath… something. Not need… Oh she wasn’t breathing again was she?

A slight turn of the head, to acknowledge the presence of the minor diety, she never met her before, but she was used to being what she was by now.

”Nope,” she said slowly, letting her black painted nails trace invisible patterns on the surface of the glass. “No point really… Why should I?”

Letting out a breath that froze as soon as it touched the air, the moisture droplets disintigrating in the sunlight, she shrugged loosely, not quite in the mood for debate, but nonetheless in the mood for, perhaps, talk. Unless, of course, the other party declines the offer. It wasn't too uncommon, after all.

"No reason," she said after brushing her ice droplet-covered hand on her pants. "It was just a thought."

Daine glanced in the window, looking to see what was so interesting behind the glace. At the same time she saw the CD's, she wondered absently what kind of pranks she could concoct with glass involved. Make sure to look in on that, Trickster dear.

But obviously the deity wasn't thinking along those lines, or so it appeared. Canace and she would just have to come up with something along those lines to torture that 'poor' human from te waterfront.