Throwing Knives by the Shore [OPEN]

Thanking the gods for whatever reason they had decided to keep this girl alive since the Fates were currently busy, Belidonne let out a breath of relief. Wait, if the Fates didn't have their scissors, could people die? Did that mean that the world could become overpopulated and they could all die from not enough food, water, or something else?

Shaking her head, the girl noticed that she had made a very left, very green, very alive plant grow in sand. Demeter, then. Interesting. Hearing the girl's quip, Belle felt like a deer in headlights, and blinked, wide-eyed."Eer...gulbad? I mean, no, yeah, maybe, so, um, err, not really, yeah? No?"She accepted the weapon, stashing it into her bottomless-or at least it felt like it-clutch."I was bored? I mean, buh, so, er, um, yeah?"

Tripping over her words, she felt cornered until her mouth decided to work instead of her brain and she blurted out."Are you good at cooking?"

Her voice, during all of this, was barely audible, and she stumbled over her words again. If talking were a sport, she would have tripped on her face at the beginning line and gone backwards on her stomach seven miles away.

"I mean, my friend Aaron is a son if Demeter, and I assumed you were too, it's just that like he's really good at baking and stuff and he made me like these really good petit fours and would you like to have some but no you probably don't and wait I'm rambling. I'm Belidonne Deinque, daughter of Aphrodite?" She drew out a long breath after her impromptu rambling, and sent a hesitant glance at the girl.

(OOC: Eliza the dagger stopper though. Ten points out of five. )

"Well, I was here to eat my stolen food."Belidonne replied, finally relaxing from the girl's very friendly friendliness."But then I found out I wasn't that hungry and turned out to be bored. So then I threw a knife, and I think I'm still chanting, 'she's alive' in my head."

Pushing over the box, she opened it and said,"Here. I can promise they're not poisoned and I'm really not an ax-wielding murderer who holds lethal razor blades in petit fours. They're vanilla-strawberry."She told the daughter of Demeter, as if that solved everything.

"So, Eliza..."She began, trying to know this random, almost-injured girl better."Do you grow random plants in random places often?"

"I can enhance beauty and talk in French and make people prettier,"Belidonne offered, feeling like a child. Okay, so there's a girl who can make a vine erupt from the ground that looks like it should belong in Jack and the Beanstalk, but your powers are fine. Yeah, you are so screwed when you fight a monster.

"But cacti is awesome!" She protested, then blushed heavily. The girl was still shy, and was surprised at herself for her outburst."I mean, I'm sorry?" She offered awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Eager to change the subject, she posed a question."So like, what's your opinion on ax-wielding murderers if they have free food?"

(OOC: Sorry for the short reply~)

Smiling a bit confusedly, Belidonne looked at Eliz."Thanks, but I don't just make myself prettier and such. It's my power to also make others more attractive for a limited time. Like makeup, maybe, but faster and more draining."

Biting her lip, Belidonne thought for a minute."Well, I think deforestation is a really terrible thing..."She replied slowly, then continued on, gaining speed and volume."I mean, we're tearing down all of these homes to plants and animals who are alive when we could use land used to make huge, sprawling mansions and such. I mean, when you buy land and build a huge house, but there's still land that you just call your backyard or whatever instead of using it to build these frivolous things so the forests won't be torn down, I just...don't like it. And I just don't understand some of it. Manslaughter is a terrible crime in many places, but killing other living things is.perfectly fine?"


She paused for breath, exhaling deeply, then started again."It's just...not right."The demigoddess replied, then nodded firmly.    

"I play the violin and guitar, plus I also paint. I'm decent, I suppose, but that's something I'm not so sure about."Beginning to feel a little bit of Eliza's extreme cheerfulness, she smiled, letting her bun down and fingers weaving it into a braid almost in seconds. She put her comb in her clutch and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, pushing her hair back.

"Okay, so like...cake pops, or cupcakes? Actually, no. Could you try to bake a giant cake with ten layers, and every layer is a different flavor? Like mocha then green tea then strawberry and then chocolate and then cheesecake and then blueberry and then chocolate chip and then ice cream and then pancakes and then ax murderer?"She blinked, confused."I mean, orange?"

"What?"Blinking rapidly, she pulled at her braid, before she comprehended the question."Oh. No, it's not. I just...forget to clean it out? I'm not the neatest of people, and so I'm used to cramming and fitting everything I can in there, so like...yeah."

"Oh, it's just a clutch. Prada. Black leather with gold embellishments, I'm guessing manufactured in 2015. Machine made, not custom-made. So yeah..."She trailed off, rubbing her head and biting her lip.