#puppetcollection aftermath

Just some doodles

Some quick doodles pt 2

This is Limbes, the personnification of the Void in the ARG Puppet Collection. Her tatoos are made of minuscules points that represents each and every timeline that she looks after. She can't really interract with mortals, but she can speak with the ghost who now lives in a mansion in her. 

(Since the Bunraku mansion is on thesame model as a french castle, there is voices which whispers in french. She likes to complain of Anti at Ysael, and the two complains a lot in french (they play as a stereotype but hey, they doesn't care). And when Anti comes in the Void to break and mess up things, she become a Queen of salt and sass.)

The last thing she remembered was all of this suffocating pain, all of this iron, this red which was drowning her on her final and choking breath. She remembered the horror, the abandon. She was not expecting anything, just... death. Just a stop and nothing after.

So she is more than surprised when she feels something eases her suffering and washes away the sensation of blood which intoxicates her. Only a faint pulsation rests in her chest, drapping into a cold blanket. The exhaution run away from her body. She feels so... etheral. So light. In her head, something pushes an urge. She needs to open her eyes.

Now.

She obeys to that instinct. And freezes at the sight of a large and strong door right in front of her. Wait, where is she ? She was in her room seconds ago, what was this new surrounding all of a sudden ?

She tries to find some hints, anything, but only the unknown greets her pales iris. A french cuss brokes the silence. Then a complete sentence.

"Mais bordel de merde où est-ce que je suis tombée encore ?!"

She stops at the sound of her voice. There is echo in it. Faint, broken, but it’s here. Like... Like a ghost’s voice.

Panicked, she inspects herself for the first time. Freezes a second time.

A hole was carved in her chest, leaving some blood pearls on her now ghostly skin and tains the petals of a white rose which was open in the center of it. She was pulsing as the same tempo as the pain she can merely feels in her chest. Her clothes was torned but almost too white for humans' eyes.

Reality strucks her. She is no longer human. She can never see her family again. She is fucking alone right in front of an unknown mansion !

It was too much for her in the moment.