[Awakening in a dream, for Maria, is no oddity. She woke countless times before, knowing the world around her couldn't possibly be real or true. Forging onward despite this was the only way. There was no other choice, after all. You live in whatever reality your mind and consciousness occupy, dead, alive, awake, or asleep. Maria was long resigned to this... or so she assumed. Time was lost to her when she left her body, unsure if she had been dead for years, hours, or mere seconds.
Last she knew, she had perished within the nightmare, at the hand of another Hunter. From there, a hallway. Another nightmare to traverse. Red ash, mist, falling through pure disorientation... she saw another form, nobody she recognized, then she felt herself land somewhere familiar.
Slumped in her chair, Maria was still as a corpse. The ornate seat was face away from an enormous clock tower face, in a cathedral like room lined with flickering candles. She felt another, across from her, unsure how far. The Hunter back again, so persistent. Had they not already defeated her? Her memory was too blurry to recall.
Lady Maria stood, lifted her double bladed weapon, and broke it into two short swords with a menacing clang of metal. Lifting her head, her eyes looked out cold beneath the brim of her hat. Both arms outward, swords pointed away and ready to swing, she approached the new person.
A repeat of her worser nightmare, her vision unfocused, not certain if this was an enemy she was facing... or not. The village, the secrets, she needs to protect them. At any cost.]
Lady Maria | Bloodborne
[Awakening in a dream, for Maria, is no oddity. She woke countless times before, knowing the world around her couldn't possibly be real or true. Forging onward despite this was the only way. There was no other choice, after all. You live in whatever reality your mind and consciousness occupy, dead, alive, awake, or asleep. Maria was long resigned to this... or so she assumed. Time was lost to her when she left her body, unsure if she had been dead for years, hours, or mere seconds.
Last she knew, she had perished within the nightmare, at the hand of another Hunter. From there, a hallway. Another nightmare to traverse. Red ash, mist, falling through pure disorientation... she saw another form, nobody she recognized, then she felt herself land somewhere familiar.
Slumped in her chair, Maria was still as a corpse. The ornate seat was face away from an enormous clock tower face, in a cathedral like room lined with flickering candles. She felt another, across from her, unsure how far. The Hunter back again, so persistent. Had they not already defeated her? Her memory was too blurry to recall.
Lady Maria stood, lifted her double bladed weapon, and broke it into two short swords with a menacing clang of metal. Lifting her head, her eyes looked out cold beneath the brim of her hat. Both arms outward, swords pointed away and ready to swing, she approached the new person.
A repeat of her worser nightmare, her vision unfocused, not certain if this was an enemy she was facing... or not. The village, the secrets, she needs to protect them. At any cost.]