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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 1:59 pm
GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMENDo you currently have a student? Do you want said student to SPARKLE SPARKLE SHINE in to something else, either dark or light? Have you RPed said student? Then this is the competition for you! Starting today, February 1st, 2010, once a month a student will be upgraded to either Senshi or Negaverse. We'll want a link to your diary, 5 completed Rps for this first contest (up to 8 next month which will be the regular number) and usually a prompt of some sort. These are free upgrades to be given to dedicated rpers UPGRADE COMPETITION+ Competition ends Friday, February 5th at 11:59PM (EST). + Entries are for people who have a current student that is NOT on the RL list. + Rps must have been completed before this time stamp. + Rps that have been completed can have any number of posts (more than 5 each, please) + Rps that are NOT completed must have 10 posts each to qualify + You do not have to have an 'ACCEPTED QUEST' in the Guild to apply for this. This competition is operating outside that until we catch up. + Please do not blub if you are competing for the same star name, mineral name, or sphere as anybody else. This is perfectly allowed. + All entries must be posted in the thread. + You may enter with any students you play, as long as they qualify. + Don't be a douche to anyone else in the thread, for any reason. + Gaia TOS. + The concept you win with will be the concept you play with in the shop. + Entering is free and winning is free, because love is free.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:12 pm
FORM FOR COMPETITION -- CONCEPT CONTEST Fill out the form! IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! CONCEPT CONTEST!Here's the form. Fill out all sections.
[u]SECTION ONE[/u]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Diary:[/b] Post the link!
[b]RP Links:[/b] 5 completed/old RPs with more than 10 posts each. Any more can be added here too!
[u]SECTION TWO[/u]
[b]Quest:[/b] If this particular student has a quest thread as well, it goes here! Please fill out the concept section as well.
[b]Concept:[/b] Rather than what you want them to look like, please let me know WHY your student is suited to be upgraded. Let me know why they would make the change, what their plans are for the future, etc etc. There is no limit on this but please keep it from being ridiculously long. This is also your chance to really sell yourself-- tell about how you've helped others, your presence in the shop, etc. Sometimes this is even more important!
[b]Prompt:[/b] You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:14 pm
You can start posting now, and good luck!
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 8:39 am
SECTION ONE Name: Parker Colvin Damhnait Diary: Real men have journals, says Parker. RP Links: [RPs Completed Before Time Stamp] Parker + Ellie Parker + SkyeParker + Walkure/Polaris Parker + Dani Parker + AllieParker + Tate Parker + Serenity Parker + Howl Parker + AuroraParker + Dani Parker + Jaimie[Incomplete RPs Older Than A Month] Parker + Dani (Parker: 26 – Dani: 25) [Solos] --> [x] [x] [x] [x]All other RPs that I am involved in do not meet either of the requirements to be counted. If it matters, I am waiting on a post from the other RPer in each one.SECTION TWOQuest: Parker does not have an official quest thread in the guild at this time, but here is my current concept for him: Parker's Potential Senshi Form Senshi: Sailor Taranis, Senshi of Sand Challenge: “Afraid of getting your hands dirty?” The theme for his attack cycle is the progression of sand from mud (wet sand) to glass. As he gets stronger, the medium in which his sand is manipulated does too.[Attack One] Name: Taranis Sand Blast!Action: Sailor Taranis raises a hand to each side of his head with the thumb and forefinger extended. He crosses his arms at the wrist, framing his tiara really manly headband with his fingers. As he moves his hands forward, an energy duplicate of his tiara floats forward into the air too. He suspends this between his hands, and it disintegrates into little pieces (read: sand) that float in the air between his palms. Sailor Taranis moves his top hand in a quick circle, and the pieces begin to spin, creating more and more sand until he is holding a giant spinning ball. This ball is thrown at his enemy and will explode in a flurry of sand upon contact. Effect: DODGEBALL! Sailor Taranis wields a ball of quickly-spinning sand that he must aim and toss at his enemy. The effects are the initial impact of the hit (which is usually a potential winding, maybe sand in your eyes, some scratches on bare skin) and then the resulting dismantling of the ball that sends sand flying outward from the impact, affecting the area two feet around where contact was made. Though there is an offensive element, the attack is largely defensive, designed to disorient and slow the enemy. Sailor Taranis can do this twice in a battle. The first time, the ball is the size of a basketball. The second time, it is the size of a volleyball. Allies are not immune to the attack. Attack can be dodged by agile opponents, and the “spinning” time of the ball before being thrown makes Sailor Taranis vulnerable. This is a ranged attack. The damage he does with the ball is an annoyance, not an injury (unless you get an eyeful of sand). [Attack One, Power Up!] Name: Taranis Mud Blast!Action: Same as before, but this time, as the ball spins, the sand darkens into wet sand. It's a “mud” ball (though technically mud is made from wet dirt, not sand -- “wet sand ball” just doesn't sound as good). Effect: This time, if someone is hit with the ball, the wet sand will stick to them too, creating a greater impediment than just being hit with sand that will fall right off. Hope the Negaverse doesn't mind getting a little dirty! (Nealite, I'm looking at you.) Sailor Taranis can now do this three times, but only using volleyball-sized balls. This is a ranged attack. The damage he does with the ball is an annoyance, not an injury (unless you get an eyeful of mud). [Eternal Attack] Name: Taranis Sand Crystallization Storm!Action: Sailor Taranis uses his hands to create a diamond over the ornament on his chest. There is nothing flashy about his preparation. He just closes his eyes, makes the diamond, and then raises his hand into the air above his head. Sand materializes above it and then begins to crystallize into long glass shards. When Sailor Taranis throws his hand forward, the shards will fly at his opponent. (See Edea from FFVIII to get an idea of what I imagine.) Effect: Sailor Taranis is throwing big ole glass javelins now. He can only create 3 – 5 in a single battle and can summon as many at once as he likes, though he can only throw once-per-summon and he can never summon more than 5. (This number is flexible depending on staff input.) Meaning, if he summons two, they will both be flying in the same general direction. It increases his chance of hitting a particular opponent, but it also means that he spent two of his limited number. He can't summon two and then throw them in opposite directions. It is one summon = one motion = one direction. If he only summons three, they will be two feet long each. If he summons four, they will be one foot long each. If he summons five, they will be six inches long each. They can be shattered, as they are made of glass, but dodging them might be a better solution. Shatter them and you still have a cloud of broken glass flying your way. This is a ranged attack. Fuku: Up to Natsu. I'm not big on the color orange though. So I only ask that orange is not the main color. I can be more specific on likes/dislikes if needed. Parker is a ball of negativity who feels that the world has thrown him curveball after curveball before he even got a chance to pick up the bat. He never learned the skills to properly manage the discontent he continues to feel over his mother's death and his father's drug abuse/resulting imprisonment. Instead of talking to a counselor about it, he turned everything inward, allowing himself to grow fiercely angry over the situation as opposed to actually trying to get over it. Parker blindly hates those with money and power because his entire life he has been poor and powerless. He hates the girls of Crystal Academy because he sees them as beacons of privilege, privilege he has never known in his own life. And he hates the senshi/negaverse for having the skills to join in on this war while he is just a passive bystander. It is all jealousy, and helplessness. All the while, he uses negativity and philosophy as a shield to keep himself from experiencing the emotions that he probably should. Parker just needs a hug, but more importantly, he needs to ADMIT that he needs that hug. (Hence why Dani is such an important person in his life.) If Parker learned that he was a senshi, it would change his life entirely. To know that not only does he have a vital role to play in the outcome of the world, but that he – yes, he, the little sniveling boy from Hillworth – was predestined for greatness would make all of his suffering suddenly seem to have some kind of purpose. For once, Parker would be in a position of power. Overnight, he would go from being at the bottom of the food chain (in his mind) to the, you know, middle. It wouldn't make him a suddenly optimistic or carefree person, but it would make him happy, or at least more secure. Suddenly Parker would have a reason to make friends (at least with other senshi) and a purpose to steer his life. Parker has never had a solid concept of family, but risking his life for the same cause with the other senshi would be a hell of a way to bring people together. The senshi could be the family he always felt denied, even if they are a complicated, sometimes disjointed bunch. Instead of declaring that no one is right, everything is based on perspective, Parker would bite the bullet and admit that there is good in the world and there is evil and that there are lines that separate one from the other. This would be a cathartic moment for Parker, and one that would catapult him forward in terms of personal growth. The OOC Reason:I got Parker in October from the schoolkid competition, and I was ecstatic. To me, the fact that he was “just a schoolkid” never dissuaded me from RPing him at every possible opportunity or stopped me from seeking out RP opportunities and plots with other schoolkids, senshi, and negaverse alike. I have never turned down anyone who asked for RP from me – not once. If anyone is in the thread asking for RP, I will always offer Parker (or Fallon) if I am there. I love writing. I love stories. I don't just want to talk about plots. I want to make them come to life. In addition to being a presence in RP, I spend a good deal of my time in the main thread. Excluding certain days over the holiday season, I have posted every single day since joining the community at least once, though usually much more. I answer questions when I can, and I like to think that I participate actively in the conversations that make ItNotM a welcoming thread. If I am ever going to be gone for a few days, I will drop off a notice in the thread. I also critique the quest threads of others, though more sporadically than my other areas of involvement. If people are asking for plot advice, I will give it. If people need a schoolkid to act as bait in another RP, I freely volunteer. I try to do things that make RPing fun for others too, like creating the Crystal Academy Extracurricular Activities list or organizing a dice-roll dinner party. In this way, I am a reliable, active member of the community. If Parker were selected for an upgrade, that activity would only increase. It is easy to get in touch with me, and I am prompt about responding to PMs. All in all, I suppose I am saying that I am a viable member of the community who is dedicated and backs up that dedication with action – both through RP and OOC presence. Prompt: You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity. Prompt Entry It was 2:13am, and Parker Damhnait had a text. Text Message [1 New] FROM: Dani [Sent at 2:13:09AM]parker. i need you to come meet me. please. in front of shufflepuck? please. hurry. my phone is dying. just come, ok? Dani texted Parker all the time, but never this late and never like... that. There was something strange about her tone, a desperation that seemed alien in the words of such a confident girl. He sat on the edge of his bed at Hillworth, staring down at the the glowing blue screen for what felt like hours. What would she need this late at night? Had she gotten in a fight with her parents? Was she upset and needed someone to talk to? He started to text her back to ask, but remembered she said her phone was dying. Damn. Snapping his phone shut, Parker swiveled around to look at his roommate in the next bed. The steady rise and fall of the boy's covers told him Jaimie was asleep – hopefully fast asleep. Parker was getting better at taking the bars off of the bedroom window (mostly thanks to Jaimie's help), but it still wasn't a silent process. And just like that, Parker decided to break out of his school to wander blindly into the night to see Dani, no questions, no hesitation, all because of a single vague text message. Dani asked. Parker would go. That was their dynamic. It took him five minutes to throw on a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie, and another five to unscrew the bars on the window and slip out into the crisp night air. Being out in Destiny City at night only served to remind him of the two times he'd had his a** handed to him by people he now knew to call “Negaverse agents.” A few other times, he'd run into monsters or glowing schoolgirls. Destiny City was a pretty bizarre place, come to think of it, the kind of place where no teenager should be wandering alone at 2:25 in the morning. The moon glowed brightly overhead as Parker walked, hands curled to fists in his pockets. He should have worn a coat. It was much colder than he expected, but he was almost to Shufflepuck Cafe now. He could make out the familiar facade looming up the street. The familiar facade, yes, but no familiar blue-haired girl. Where was she? As he got closer, Parker still could not see Dani anywhere – and the girl was hard to miss. He pulled out his phone and checked it again, making sure he had read “Shufflepuck” correctly. It was there, glowing up at him. ”Dani?” Parker said. His voice echoed down the empty street. In his hand, the phone began to vibrate. Parker flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear. ”Hey, I'm here. Is everything okay?” His hurried breath created a tiny white cloud of chilled air. No one said anything on the other line. Parker felt his heart pick up a few beats. ”Dani? Dani, I said I'm here.” Nothing. ”Jesus Christ, Dani, this isn't funny.” The phone cut off. Parker grunted and dialed Dani's number again. If this was her idea of a joke, it was seriously not funny. He had broken out of his school, walked across the city in the freezing cold, and showed up at a Cafe whose food he didn't even like all because she asked him to come. Could she at least throw him a-- Parker's inner diatribe was cut off by the sound of a ringtone just around the corner. He didn't know the song, but he still recognized it. It was the song Dani set to play when he called. She had been disappointed when all Parker had for her was the same vibrate only setting he used for everyone else. But that ringtone -- he remembered it, clear as day. Parker didn't think then. His mind was too mixed up with fear to stop him from running forward. He darted around to the side of the building, horrified at what might have happened to Dani. She was a pretty girl out past two in the morning in a city that was having a unique crime crisis. But that wasn't all there was to be afraid of lurking through the streets. There were the garden variety criminals too, the kind that might target a girl like Dani. If anything happened to her, anything... Coming around the corner, Parker caught himself against a brick wall, eyes darting across the moonlit space with increasing fervor. But Dani was not in the alleyway. Someone else was. ”So. You must be Parker. Nice to meet you, Parker.” It was a guy – tall, lanky, with dark eyes, and darker hair. Parker didn't need to examine the militant garb to know what breed of monster he was looking at: Negaverse. Under normal circumstances, Parker would have just run. Run for his life. He had suffered a stiletto to the shoulder under the heel of a Negaverse agent before. He had no misconceptions of just how painful these people could be. Unfortunately, Parker was too worried about someone else to leave so soon. ”Where's Dani?” he asked, anger and fear fighting for dominance in his voice. The Negaverse agent smiled. ”Dani. Hm, Dani... I'm not sure I know a Dani, but then again, I spend my time with a lot of women,” he said, hand still clutching the familiar shape of Dani's cellphone. Parker wanted to rip it from his hands, to take back any piece of Dani that this psychopath might be holding. Parker tightened his hands into fists at his sides. ”Don't ******** with me. Where is she?” He would not leave – could not – until he knew what happened to Dani. He had lost too many people in his life to give up so easily. If there was a chance that she was still breathing, he would do everything he could to make sure it stayed that way. The Negaverse agent did not like his tone, and it showed in every line of his face. ”Mind your manners, kid. I can be a little... temperamental.” The taller boy relaxed again, slipping back into his toying role. ”I don't think I know this Dani,” he said, reaching behind his back. Parker tensed, all the muscles in his body twitching to attention. If this guy pulled a weapon, he would have to run. Before Parker could flinch again, the dark-haired Negaverse agent held up something unexpected: a plastic bag full of cellphones. ”I've done a lot of texting tonight. You'll forgive me if I'm a little cranky. All of my guests were not as pleasant as you.” The Negaverse agent shifted, and a beam of moonlight highlighted what covered the ground behind him. Three bodies: two middle-aged males, one young female. Parker sucked in a breath, but released it sharply. The girl was a redhead. It was not Dani. It was not Dani. The world sharpened into focus. Each beam of light was suddenly glaring. Each crack on the pavement cavernous. Dani was not the one in immediate danger; Parker was. If he had the choice, Parker would have it this way. He would rather it be him in this position, despite how it conflicted with every logical thought in his head. A successful life was defined by survival. Giving up his existence for Dani's would do nothing to further himself. But there he was, standing in an alleyway and thanking the empty air that it was not Dani. Their relationship was so new, but it had already brought a happiness to Parker, a warmth, that he had not felt in years. Was it possible to feel this way? Was it possible to genuinely feel this way? When people spoke of wanting to put themselves in pain before watching a loved one go through it, Parker always assumed they were lying, or just saying it to look good, or to feel better about themselves. But there was no one around for Parker to impress – and he still felt that way. Gritting his teeth, Parker whispered a curse into the still night air. This Negaverse agent had a plan -- a plan to lure stupid loved ones to their deaths under the pretense of danger for the other person. Parker was probably just the first name that popped up in Dani's phone book. They texted all the time; he had to be all over her phone. It was a weakness, how he felt about her, and now he was going to suffer for it. Parker did not feel angry or spiteful about it. He accepted it as a punishment for being too happy, for having things go too well for him. Well, he had survived the Negaverse twice now. Maybe he could do it again. Third time was the charm, right? But if he survived the first two times, and the third time was the “charm” -- did this mean he would die this time? He was overthinking it, just like everything else in his life – Parker was even overthinking his death. This time, he couldn't count on a glowing schoolgirl to descend from the sky to save his a**... could he? Was it wrong to hope for glowing schoolgirls to fall from the sky? The Negaverse agent had made his point, apparently, and began stalking toward Parker with devious rage boiling in his eyes. Parker tried to stagger backwards, but the taller boy caught him by the throat. ”I'm done playing. Time to die,” he said, flecks of spit speckling Parker's face. If Parker could breathe, he might have insulted the boy for being unoriginal. “Time to die”? Really now. All of the condescending thoughts in the world wouldn't help him now. So Parker threw a fist into the boy's side and then another, trying to break free. The first blow did nothing, but the second made the Negaverse agent let out a grunt. He barely released his hold on Parker's neck, but it was long enough for him to take one gasping breath. But that was all Parker got. The Negaverse agent lifted Parker off his feet and slammed him face-first into the brick wall beside them. Twice. The pain was immediate. Something cracked – two things, really – and all sound went silent in his right ear. His mouth was swiftly filling with blood, and his heart beat in time to the pounding in his head. ”Don't you dare punch me, you worthless b***h,” the Negaverse agent shouted, throwing Parker to the side as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. It made sense; Parker certainly felt like a rag doll. A noise in the street took the Negaverse agent's attention away, but there was no way Parker could stand to try and run. His tongue felt swollen in his mouth, and if he somehow managed to survive this, the teenager was genuinely worried he might have some kind of permanent memory loss, or brain damage. The agent walked out in to the street. He was talking to someone else in the same sickly sweet voice he had used on Parker when they first met. Another victim? Probably. Another person to be targeted because someone they cared about had their cellphone stolen. A trivial crime to open up the door for a much graver one, Parker thought bitterly. As Parker laid on the filthy pavement beside the three other bodies, breath shuddering in and out, he tried to imagine himself out of the squalor. Maybe with Dani. Maybe somewhere he'd always wanted to go – like Greece. He saw a postcard when he was young, something his mother bought him. She promised him that they would go there together one day. A broken promise that a childish part of him still resented her for, even now. No -- too dark a thought. He switched channels back to Dani. How she touched her hair when she laughed. How she punched him in the arm when he said something too mean or too negative, even if he didn't realize it at the time. How her emotions flared true and honest on her face when she spoke. Could she even lie? Parker wasn't certain. She was the girl who stopped to talk to him in a park, who forced her company upon him even when he was in the hospital, even when they barely knew each other. Now they spoke every day, saw each other nearly as often. Parker had something to look forward to beyond surfing forums and writing blog posts. The feather-light brush of something soft and furry crossed over his forehead. Pale blue eyes cracked open, peering up at the small fuzzy outline of a cat. Was it Darwin? Was he hallucinating his dead cat now? That couldn't be a good thing. Parker tried to murmur the cat's name, to draw it in for a hug, but his arms were sluggish. Then the cat did something unexpected. It hopped on to his chest, placed a paw over his moving lips, and nudged an odd pen into his hand. Then it spoke. Yes, spoke: ”Sailor Taranis, Make Up!” It was saying other things, but that was all that Parker could understand, his hearing filtering in and out like static on a television. Was this to be his end? Hallucinating talking cats in a dirty alleyway? His lips moved, murmuring the words, ”Sailor Taranis, Make Up...?” The Negaverse agent could have been hovering over him for all he knew, but Parker was slowly losing his mind. What did it matter if he mumbled nonsense? There was a brief moment of nothingness. And then it passed. Color and light exploded behind drooping eyelids, arms and legs tingling as if jolted by electricity. His entire body was vibrating, heart beating faster, stronger. The pain in his head and face and arms was still there, but it seemed suddenly lesser. The injuries that might have ended his life as a human seemed inconvenient now, but not life-threatening. Parker had no idea what had happened, but he felt better suddenly – not good, but certainly much better. The cat didn’t give him much time to enjoy the feeling that was flooding back into his veins. ”Get off your a**, Taranis! GET UP!” the feline whispered through clenched teeth. It would appear that whatever happened between him and the odd talking cat had gone unnoticed by the Negaverse agent. Parker turned his head and glanced down the alleyway. He could hear the agent talking to someone – to a girl -- but they were out of sight, out in the street. The cat on his chest hissed, swiping him with a paw. ”Yes, Sailor Taranis, very good. Hear that? That is an innocent life in danger. Now get off your a** and go help her!” The cat jumped off of him and took an aggressive stance at his feet. ”Sailor… Taranis?” Parker said, sitting up. The cat muttered something that sounded like a curse. Staggering to his feet, Parker looked down at himself. He was unrecognizable, clothed in some ridiculous outfit and emitting a soft glow – wait. What? He was glowing. The talking cat called him "Sailor Taranis." And he was wearing a weird outfit reminiscent of a uniform. Realization blossomed across his face, and the cat at his feet sighed. ”Yes, yes, very good. You are coming to terms with this. But you need to do it a hell of a lot faster, or that girl out there will be dead. You want to give that agent another starseed to add to his count, another body to stack on that pile?” Parker didn’t understand any of this, but another part of him did. Another part told him to shut up and go into the alley and fight for that stranger. In the street, the girl let out a scream. It was quickly muffled. His limbs were shaking from surprise, but his chest was buzzing with life. Parker was not average. He was not forgotten or useless, mistreated and unwanted by the world. He was… magical. He had power. He had the power to punish people who brought harm to others – namely the a*****e who had just used his face to paint a brick wall. There was no time to think, no time to second guess anything or whip out some useless quote to describe the situation. Once more that night, Parker listened to what his heart was telling him, pushing out all other noise. Sailor Taranis would fight. He would fight for the side that protected people like Dani. He would fight for the side that didn’t stack bodies in alleyways. He would fight in a way he had never been able to fight before. Yes, there was terrible darkness in the world – but there was brightness too. In spite of everything, Parker knew that. Sailor Taranis knew that. He knew it in his bones, even if his head was slow to catch on. Some things were beautiful and worth fighting for, worth giving everything you have for – things like love. A determined smirk crept across Sailor Taranis's features, eyes gleaming with the surge of power echoing in his arms. He marched past the cat with conviction, though his body and face were still sore. The feline trailed behind him, shouting something about powers. He listened, but his heart was beating like a hammer, his fingers trembling with energy. He stepped out onto the street. The milky moonlight cast his long shadow up the empty stretch of pavement, towering over his attacker. The Negaverse agent had crouched to select another phone from the bag, probably assuming the badly beaten boy he'd left for dead in the alley was out for the count. His other hand was reaching into the chest of the unfamiliar girl. He probably didn't expect a sailor senshi to emerge from the alleyway – a senshi who looked nothing like the boy from before to the eye of this Negaverse agent. Sailor Taranis narrowed his eyes, drew a hand to either side of his tiara, and said, voice low and gravelly, ”Hey, douchebag. Let's talk."
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:29 pm
SECTION ONE Name: Fallon Iva Novette-Naim Diary: Le Diary RP Links: [Completed RPs] AFTER BARREN PINES: Fallon + MelindaFallon + HowlFallon + AzzoFallon + ImogenFallon + VirgoDURING BARREN PINES: Fallon + CalinthaFallon + PierretteFallon + Lucas/Kimmie/EsenFallon + Chronos/VirgoFallon + Andeon/SnuzzlesFallon + MelindaFallon + Andeon/Arastoo/Kirin/Trace/Nihls/YvetteFallon + CameronFallon + LeonetteFallon + MelindaFallon + Imogen/Abeline/Lucas/Serenade/Jess/Azzo[Solo RPs] --> [x] [x] [x] SECTION TWO Quest: Quest Thread! I have quoted the meat and potatoes of the quest here for your convenience. At the thread, you can find additional OOC stuff that I wrote up to explain why I am having Fallon lean Negaverse after initially trying for a Zodiac at BP, why she would end up there, what kind of soldier she would be, etc.Basic Negaverse Profile Come to the Dark Side Negaverse: Lt. Apatite(The alternative would Lt. Calaverite, if the other is taken.)  Challenge: I will control you.Uniform: Symmetrical, feminine, practical. Not particularly skin-revealing. There should be a vintage feeling to it, and a maturity – more like a 50s housewife or librarian than teenage girl. She might be wearing a cameo necklace, or a lace choker. In terms of color, I like the idea of a gray (or maybe a very muted, dark blue?) for the main color, and for the secondary color, another muted shade like sage green, dusty blue, or plum. (I am a fan of Lina’s coloring, for example, though Fallon would consider the blue too bright.) Fallon likes pinstripes, spats, cardigans, buttons, vests, high necklines, belt, collars, skirts, and most importantly – really spectacular shoes. Either a boot-version of an editor-style pump, or a frilled heel similar to the ones on Sailor Calypso and Sailor Libra. I am exceedingly, excessively open to Natsu just running wild with it, but here is a little direction (rambling as it may be)! Weapon Progression:The theme for Fallon’s negaverse persona is cooking, in all its hokey glory. Pretty open to interpretation here too.Frying Pan – A regular frying pan; difficult to wield but useful if properly swung; requires very close range. Chakram – The pan has lost its pan-like nature and is now a blade-edged version of the lovechild of a chakram and a wind-and-fire wheel. Please add decorative coolness as inspired. I thought of the weapon that Rinoa in FFVIII uses when imagining this. Fallon normally wields it like a boomerang, flinging it at her enemies with the elegance of a cheetah. When thrown properly, it will hit and return, as long as nothing intercepts it. It is a ranged weapon, and Fallon likes to announce her presence by throwing it at you before you've even seen her. Like a ninja. When fighting hand-to-hand, Fallon tends to use it as a shield mostly. Think of her as Xena, Warrior Princess. Or something. Dual Chakram – She has two now. DOUBLE THE PAIN. When fighting hand-to-hand, she uses one as a shield and the other to mess up your face. I think of her as an evil rhythmic gymnast in this form. Fire Chakram – The weapon now has heat-based attack properties. If struck, it will both cut and burn. Only Lt. Apatite can touch the metal disk without being burned; she is immune to the attack of her own weapon. After learning that she was part of some elaborate organ theft ring, Fallon has developed a victim complex – and she desperately wants to get rid of it. She is afraid of someone controlling her like that again, of losing herself without even realizing it. Before, Fallon never cared about power. She just wanted to live her life a certain way and to keep others from infringing on how she liked to organize her life. Now, she feels drawn to power – not just control – but real power, the kind that could save her if anyone ever tried to steal her away again. Since she is not a senshi, Fallon does not have many options. Except the Negaverse. The Negaverse will seduce Fallon with its promises of control and power. Tired of feeling helpless? Good. Join us, and we will make you strong. Once she has been corrupted, all of her worst traits will be magnified, and her superiors will want her to give in to any violent urges, to any desires that will result in the Negaverse getting more starseeds. For once, Fallon will not have to worry about achieving balance or inner peace. She will be not only permitted but encouraged to give into every urge she has ever suppressed. With a corrupted starseed, those urges will be toward darkness. As a soldier, Fallon will be entirely obedient. She loves order, and the militant nature of the Negaverse would be right up her alley. Captains would earn respect from her, and of course, Beryl and Charonite above them too. She would not be a rebellious Negaverser – at all. She would obey all orders, to the tee, even if it involved doing something that might conflict with her personal desires. Charonite could scream in her face all day, and Fallon would take it without any comeback because it is a rule of the organization. Fallon would take those rules to heart and function as a reliable and trustworthy Negaverse agent. The OOC ReasonI received Fallon as part of the Barren Pines metaplot. When it ended, she was resurrected, and I have hit the ground running on moving her character forward ever since. At Barren Pines, she was a bit crazy. All the stress and insanity manifested in really terrible ways for her, which got considerably more severe when she became a youma. Now that she is out, Fallon is able to return to what is her true, resting personality – a calmer, more toned-down version of herself. Part of this change was in response to peer feedback. I have received critique on Fallon’s character in Barren Pines, and I have taken steps to incorporate that feedback into her character post-BP. The opinions of other RPers are very important to me, and I take criticism very seriously. The Fallon that I have RPed post-BP is the same character as before, but I hope that I have now fine-tuned her and improved her to make for a better fit in the ItNotM community. (The rest of this is basically the same as the portion I have for Parker.) When RPing Fallon, I am constantly seeking out RP opportunities and plots with other schoolkids, Senshi, and Negaverse alike. I have never turned down anyone who asked for RP from me – not once. If anyone is in the thread asking for RP, I will always offer Parker or Fallon if I am there. I love writing. I love stories. I don't just want to talk about plots. I want to make them come to life. In addition to being a presence in RP, I spend a good deal of my time in the main thread. Excluding certain days over the holiday season, I have posted every single day since joining the community at least once, though usually much more. I answer questions when I can, and I like to think that I participate actively in the conversations that make ItNotM a welcoming thread. If I am ever going to be gone for a few days, I will drop off a notice in the thread. I also critique the quest threads of others, though more sporadically than my other areas of involvement. If people are asking for plot advice, I will give it. If people need a schoolkid to act as bait in another RP, I freely volunteer. I try to do things that make RPing fun for others too, like creating the Crystal Academy Extracurricular Activities list or organizing a dice-roll dinner party. In this way, I am a reliable, active member of the community. If Fallon were selected for an upgrade, that activity would only increase. It is easy to get in touch with me, and I am prompt about responding to PMs. All in all, I suppose I am saying that I am a viable member of the community who is dedicated and backs up that dedication with action – both through RP and OOC presence. Prompt: You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity. Story Entry The moon floated high in the clear sky above the quiet street, a solemn crescent against a black curtain. The stars swarmed across the black expanse, some twinkling bright as fireworks, others glimmering like candlelight. It was only 10:00pm, but the streets were nearly empty. It had been that way since the dramatic spike in criminal activity. The news flashed reports of super-powered teenagers clogging up the alleyways of Destiny City, bringing about the disappearances and deaths of more citizens in that year than there had been in the preceding three. Most people put themselves under a self-imposed curfew in light of the increased danger, and on most nights, Fallon was among those careful residents. But not tonight. She had been at the stables in the rural town a cab ride away for most of the day to visit the stall that would soon be home to her new horse. She had returned an hour ago. But no sooner had she stepped out of the cab than she began to feel an odd tingle up her spine. It spread across her shoulder blades, sinking into the soft muscles of her back. No. This was not the first time this had happened, or even the second. Fallon knew that this feeling preceded the appearance of something big and nasty – something Sailor Virgo told her to call a youma. The second encounter with a youma had given her bruised and bloody knees. Thank God Sailor Cancer was there for that one. Fallon survived Barren Pines, but Destiny City was still trying to kill her. The worst part was Fallon felt powerless to defend herself. When the feeling initially came, her first instinct was to run. The street was still bustling with people, mostly workers headed home before it got too late. Fallon had only ever been attacked when she was alone. Would a youma attack here? With so many around? Fallon waited for five minutes. Then ten. Then, before she knew it, it had been thirty minutes and no attack had come. The teen had no reason to be lingering in the streets of Destiny City, but she was confused. Just when she thought she had figured out what the strange feeling might mean, it changed on her. Her spirits dipped as understanding slipped through her fingers yet again. When the feeling lessened, Fallon walked and walked until it reached its original strength. She repeated this dance for another twenty minutes, pacing up and down the streets, moving farther and farther from the place she had been. It had been her understanding that youma did not prowl; they simply attacked. Now, it was late, and the only other person on the street was a homeless man cradling a crushed brown bag by a streetlamp. Fallon stood there, cool wind whipping long strands of cinnamon hair about her face for several minutes. Wow, she was really going crazy, wasn't she? Chasing down rogue feelings through the streets, feelings that had led her to danger in the past. It was a stupid risk, and Fallon felt foolish for taking it. She had just started to head back toward Crystal Academy when her phone chimed in her pocket. Phone Screen INCOMING CALL... [Unknown Number] Pinching her brows together, Fallon eyed the phone suspiciously. It was not often that she received unknown calls. She was careful with who she gave her number to, preferring to screen the number of people who could reach her directly. In spite of herself, Fallon answered, ”Hello?” A car passed by, honking to shoo Fallon out of the way. She cupped her free hand over her ear and took a seat on a nearby bench. ”Giving up so soon, Fallon? But it is such a nice evening – a good night for a girl to take a walk through Destiny City all by herself. I would know.” The voice laughed. It was a woman. ”Do me a favor. Come meet me at the Shufflepuck Cafe. It's just on the next street over.” Fallon felt her jaw drop open, words escaping her. ”Yes, you're right. We'll talk soon. No need to waste breath now. I know you want to know about Barren Pines. I can tell you everything.” The line went dead. All the sensible parts of Fallon told her to leave now before something bad happened. Hadn't she tested fate enough for one night? Another part of her wanted answers. It had been a month since Barren Pines, but the entire incident hung heavily on her mind every day. Fallon had never felt so violated in her entire life. Months were stolen from her, entire months. What had happened to the others? Her mind moved to Leonette, as it often did. How could something that was so real to her be so unreal to the rest of Destiny City? Before she was aware of it, Fallon was walking toward the Shufflepuck Cafe, heels clicking across the pavement. If the strange caller intended for something bad to happen to Fallon, wouldn't they have already done it? They knew she was out in Destiny City. They knew she was walking around. It seemed absolutely clear that whoever it was had a way to watch her. Who was to say they weren't still watching her now? No, she was too far down the rabbit hole to look back now. Fallon turned the corner, coming out at the crosswalk directly across from the Cafe. No one was hiding. A blond woman with black eyes stared at her from one of the tables. ”Hello, Fallon. Come have a seat,” she said, waving one hand in the air. Even at a distance, Fallon could tell the woman was beautiful. It was difficult for Fallon to say 'no' to beautiful women. Glancing both ways, the cinnamon-haired teen crossed the street and took a seat at the table, just as the stranger had requested. She had come this far. She might as well take the next steps. The woman smiled, but there was nothing warm or loving about it. It was predatory, hollow. ”I'm glad you come when called. That's good about you. You're sensible,” she said, folding manicured hands in her lap. Fallon had a hundred questions. She asked the easiest. ”How did you get my number?” Her eyes searched the other woman’s, but found nothing recognizable. ”School security isn’t what it used to be, I’m afraid. I have your parents' address back in France too,” the woman said, blinking innocently. It was a thinly-veiled threat, but Fallon didn’t react. She knew an alpha female when she saw one, and it was evident that this person was pulling the strings – at least her strings. If she reacted, it would only egg her on. A car drove past them on the street, oblivious to the tense conversation taking place at the stone table. The woman leaned forward. ”We need to talk, Fallon – about you. You’ve been following me, Fallon, and I don’t appreciate that.” An edge of anger slipped into her voice. ”I could’ve killed you then, but something was troubling me, Fallon. I was deeply troubled. Do you know why I was deeply troubled, Fallon?” Again, Fallon held her silence. She recognized that these pauses and rhetorical questions were all devices for a monologue, a monologue that this woman had prepared just for Fallon. But why? The stranger seemed ready to divulge the answers. Interrupting her would only delay that. ”I was not trying to be noticed. At first, I thought I was being paranoid, but you follow a very specific schedule Fallon – and so do I. Every day, I would go on my rounds, going about my business. And who would I see glancing up at my rooftops? Who would I notice stopping to stare down an empty alleyway? It was you, Fallon. You followed me, and now I’m following you.” The woman leaned in closer. She smelled like vanilla and something else, something bitter. ”How, Fallon, did you know where to look?” The stare that she gave this time told the teenager it was finally her turn to speak. How did she know? Fallon didn’t even know she had been following anyone, not intentionally. There were days when, walking through the streets, she would feel a sharp tingle. It wasn’t the same as the feeling she got right before her two youma attacks, but it was similar, just a bit more distant. Was it possible that she was sensing this person? But… no, that didn’t add up. Fallon wasn’t even sure that the feeling she had was youma. It was a stupid idea Azzo had put into her head during their brief encounter in the store. He seemed convinced that he was sensing youma. Fallon thought he was crazy, a part of her still did, but now, staring face to face with a woman who gave her chills, the teenager had to consider that Azzo – seemingly befuddled as he was – had actually been right all along. ”I’m waiting.” Fallon straightened on the stone bench, laying one hand over the other. ”I wasn’t following you.” The woman snorted. ”Not intentionally. I was just following my instincts.” A flash of anger crossed the woman’s eyes, and Fallon scrambled to make up for it. ”I have been attacked by two youma, and each time, I got the same weird… feeling before it happened. Sometimes, when I am walking through Destiny City, I get prickles of the feeling. And sometimes… I go look.” ”When did this start?” ”After I left the hospital.” ”And do you feel it now?” ”No, not anymore. It stopped.” The woman pulled her lips into a pout. One hand lifted into the air. ”How about now?” When she dropped her hand, a massive, looming feline pounced forward, hopping up on to the table between them and hissing at Fallon. It was inky black, and four long tails whipped angrily at its backside. If that shock was not enough, the sudden fiery spike of feeling between her shoulder blades was. Fallon stumbled backwards, falling from the bench and on to the floor. The moon hung in the sky above her, illuminating every ripple of the beast’s fur. ”I asked you a question. I said, ‘How about NOW?’” The beast lunged forward at Fallon again and she let out a shocked squeak. ”Y-yes,” she stammered, knees shaking. Fallon tried to pull herself together, but the feline youma prowled above her, hissing each time she moved. When Fallon was certain she would die, the youma backed off, lowering its massive head. The woman walked around to where Fallon was prone on the ground, glancing down at the girl with disdain. ”Interesting,” she said, though it was evident she wasn’t talking to Fallon. ”Another unwanted side effect. Just like you. You… and the others.” A sigh issued forth from the woman’s thin lips, a scowl quickly flaring up after it. The ground was uncomfortable, but Fallon didn’t dare move an inch. The youma was still around, keeping close to the strange woman’s legs. It was amazing. She had never seen one of them so controlled. Granted, she had only ever seen two (now three), but neither of the others had acted like this. None of them sat at the heels of a human. Was this woman even human? Towering over her, the woman looked like a giant, finger pressed to her lips. She was thinking about something. It chilled Fallon to think what it might be. Stepping around to Fallon’s other side, the stranger crouched and stared straight into her eyes. It was not a glance; it was an excavation. She was looking for something in Fallon, though the girl could not begin to guess what. ”You’re an interesting little thing. Very… meticulous. You stick to your schedules, which makes you terribly easy to track. But there is something else.” The woman clamped her hand over the girl’s jaw and brought their faces inches apart. ”Yesterday, a car wasn’t looking when it turned into a crosswalk. Nearly hit you. Most people cursed and screamed. Do you know what you did?” Fallon shook her head. The woman grinned, dark and devious. ”You looked absolutely murderous.” The nails of her hand pinched into Fallon’s cheeks, drawing blood. All at once the woman released her and took a seat on the bench, crossing one leg over the other. She placed one shoe on Fallon’s stomach, and in spite of herself, Fallon scowled. The woman simply pushed down harder. ”Fallon, I’m going to ask you a very important question. So be honest. What is it that you want most in the world?” She flicked a piece of hair out of her face and waited. The breeze was cool, but Fallon was too hot, burning up under the pressure of the moment. If she had gone home, none of this would have happened. But if she had gone home, she wouldn’t know the answers to the questions she had. The woman hadn’t given her much, but she had at least confirmed that Barren Pines was real and that Fallon wasn’t insane. It was certainly worth some degree of risk. The question the woman asked plagued her. What did she want? It was an impossible question. Fallon wanted a lot; she wanted everything. To get out of here? Yes. To make it home alive? Certainly. She knew none of these answers would appease the bizarre woman, a stranger who had Fallon at her mercy within moments without lifting a finger. Her power was magnetic, and it made Fallon hungry. Though it hadn’t been said, the young teen believed that there was a right answer to this question, and if she didn’t give it, the punishment would be death. Fallon swallowed hard and said the only thing that she had ever really wanted, the only constant desire that had chased her since childhood, always elusive, always out of reach, ”Control. I want control.” A long silence passed, punctuated only by the hissing of the feline youma. Was that it? It was the truth. But did the woman want the truth? Fallon waited, counting the seconds between her breaths, tapping her knuckles in a practiced rhythm, anything to diffuse the anxiety creeping up her spine, the anxiety that threatened to unhinge her. The wind whispered, and the blond woman materialized on top of her. ” Good,” she said. And then she thrust her hand into Fallon’s chest. Whatever fear had filled Fallon before was replaced with pain. It was as if someone were squeezing the life out of her, draining every ounce of strength she had. A choked scream poured from her throat, but no sound came out. Her head rolled to the side, body shaking with convulsions. She seized and bucked, head rocking against the cement, eyes rolling upward until all she could see were the glittering stars staring back at her. Was this death? Was this what death felt like? Her body surrendered to the pull of the woman, to the crushing weight her hand exerted on something deep within Fallon’s chest. Fire burned in her veins and then chilled instantly, frigid. She tried to gasp for breath, but her throat wouldn’t cooperate. Nothing in her body would cooperate. Just as the pain reached its acme, just Fallon began to murmur Yiddish prayers over and over again, just as she believed she might never be free from the agony – it stopped. With a final shudder, she collapsed, and the world faded swiftly into blackness. A voice whispered through the fog. ”You get to live. Good for you.” Was it a dream? Time had no meaning. How long had it been? Seconds, minutes, hours, days? Fallon was floating through the ether, tethered to this world by the voice of the woman who tried to force her out of it. Her eyes would not cooperate. Her limbs sagged like sandbags all around her. A sharp kick struck her side. Then another. The pain made her eyelids flutter. ”I don’t have all day. Get up. Goddamnit, I said get up.” Magenta eyes flew open as if the shutters had just been pulled free. She blinked once, then again, sucking in a gasp of air. Fallon sat up, searching the area around her. She was… alive? Almost. A part of Fallon was missing and would never be found, compressed until the vanishing point by the strong hand of the Negaverse. Whatever had remained of her goodness evaporated into the chill night air of Destiny City. It was sucked up with the smog and the cigarette smoke into the stratosphere. The blond woman from before was still sitting on the bench. Her pretty face was disfigured by a scowl, arms folded tightly across her chest. When Fallon finally looked at her, she threw her arms up in the air and let out an exasperated sigh. ”I know you cook. I saw you do it over and over. Well, Lieutenant, I have the first official order for you. You can consider it your thank you gift to me.” Without warning, she began to walk away, stomping loudly across the pavement. The blond woman looked back at Fallon only once, and it was to shout at her: ”Go make me a ******** cake!”
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 12:43 pm
SECTION ONEName: Melody Klein Diary: Diary Link for You~RP Links: Finished Before Time Stamp: o1. MelodyxNacioo2. MelodyxAzzoo3. MelodyxYvetteo4. MelodyxNacio(BP RPs all finished) o5. MelodyxAvalon06. MelodyxMasono7. MelodyxAleaseo8. MelodyxMilio9. MelodyxAndeon1o. MelodyxAzzo11. MelodyxAzzo12. BennyxGrayson, MelodyxAzzo, KimmiexCameron13. MelodyxAzzo ft. Nea and HematiteSolos: o1. Silent Nighto2. Tis the Season to be Jolly and Joyous(BP Solos) o1. Dreams That Leave a Bad Taste in Your Hearto2. Thoughts of You, Please Be SafeSECTION TWOQuest: Sailor Lacrimosa, Senshi of Cherry BlossomsConcept: To be honest I was one of the many who hoped it would be my character to become a Zodiac, I won't lie, but not necessarily for the awesome art and key meta-plot role. But because I thought it would help her. I see character flaws as something for the characters to over come, as a way to better themselves and Melody becoming a Senshi, in my eye, is a good way for this to be achieved. That and I know what I would really like to happen for Melody likely won't, so instead of getting my hopes up and waiting, I'll take what I can get.
For in character reasons, Melody wants to protect people. While she doesn't remember what happened at Barren Pines (especially as I opted for her to remember next to nothing) she knows that something is wrong in this world. She has a hard time coping with the fact she was given a second chance in life and wants to make it up to those who didn't get their own second chance. She wants to right wrongs and triumph over evil! Melody just wants the world to be right again and make it so no one will ever have to go through the things she doesn't remember. She may be a pacifist but she's beginning to learn that some times you have to fight to achieve the peace you want to obtain.
I know as of late I haven't been seen much around the shop, real life has been having fun keeping me away from the net, but I've been around the shop for at least a half a year. I really haven't done much to help the shop, Akina up there has done more then me, but I do what I can. I've tried to make it my job (if you will) to welcome people into the shop by greeting them when they enter. Be it new or old, I feel the shop is in need of a welcome wagon of sorts to help people feel more at ease and less left out. Sadly it has happened on more then one occasion that myself or others have gotten pms thanking us for talking to them because others haven't.
That shouldn't happen and since then I have continued to try and make it my goal to continue to be the welcome wagon so it doesn't have to happen again. I'm not always successful of course, the shop does tend to move fast on some days, and I can't always answer the questions they ask because I don't know the answers. But I do the best I can because I want this shop to live.
And I know you mentioned that telling you about our presence in the shop could be more important than the other reasons for wanting the upgrade, but I really don't want to have gotten this chance just for explaining my presence in the shop. I don't want to feel I've possibly won this just as payment for helping out. While nice, I want to feel I've won this on my own merit, that I won because my character was just as good as every one else's that have gotten Senshi. That because I tried and did my best to wow you with my character, not because I tried to kiss your a** (as it were). <3Prompt: You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity. Prompt Reply:It was late, too late in Melody's opinion, for her phone to be going off signaling she had a text. Immediately she assumed it was Ignacio, who else would dare to text so late and not expect her to be upset? Flipping open the phone she paused when it was a text from a number she didn't have stored in her phone. The heck? Slender fingers moved quick across the number pad to read the text that had been sent. 1:11 am, message from number ???-???? Reply from Melody Make a wish...? What do you mean? 1:12 am, message from number ???-???? We all have a star in our hearts, Melody. Make a wish on yours and all your dreams will come true. I can help you protect the memory of those whose lives have been lost. Meet me at the Shufflepuck Cafe.
She got no reply and for a moment anger threatened to eat at the gentle girl's sleepy mind. Had she simply been chasing a joke? By the moon above she better not have been! Then there was a clatter from the alley way and she turned to investigate. She supposed she could blame the bought of curiosity that ate at her as of late to whatever happened at Barren Pines, but that could also just be an excuse. Again, still as softly as before, she called out. "Hello?"
"Oh good, you did make it!" a voice replied almost cheerfully. It would have been cheerful if it weren't for the obvious displeasure in the voice. Melody couldn't help but wonder what would make such a wonderful voice sound so displeased. "This makes my job a whole lot easier, and let me tell you it hasn't been so easy as of late."
"Oh? I'm sorry to hear that. You sound like a woman who commands respect and deserves it." It was the truth, from what she could tell. And she chalked that assumption up to her seemingly all knowing compassion.
"Finally some one who knows who's in charge!" The owner of the voice stepped out and Melody found herself blinking once, as if to make sure she wasn't going crazy, at the cat who had stepped foreword. She was such a lovely color, but the hidden loneliness she felt made the girl frown. "What? Never seen a talking cat before?"
"Well no, but to be honest this is not the weirdest thing I've seen."
"Yes, I know. You've seen quite a few youma, and even were one yourself once." The cat smirked - could a cat smirk? - at the disbelieving look on the girl's face. "Don't remember?"
"I think it's safe to say that, if I was in fact a youma at one point in my life, no. I do not remember." But it would explain the horrid dreams she had been having as of late, the ones that spoke of a hunger she couldn't fathom and wished to never feel again.
"I can help you remember."
"I don't think I want to," was the honest reply, the girl's arms coming up to fold against her chest. It was an almost defiant reaction, or perhaps an action to ward of such a gruesome time in her life.
"You aren't normal, child."
"I could have told you that. Because a person who could feel these monsters is so totally normal." Was that sarcasm? Odd, she didn't usually use such a tone of voice. She found herself caught off guard when the cat chuckled, apparently finding her words amusing to some degree.
"Tell me, Melody. Did you make a wish on the star in your heart?" The cat's head tilted, blue eyes trained on the blonde's own brown ones.
"Wishing on stars doesn't make dreams come true."
"They can when you wish on your own star. Tell me," the cat smiled, eyes softening as she watched the tan child squirm slightly. "What is it you wish of?"
Melody fell silent, her eyes darkening just so before she turned her head to the sky. Immediately her eyes fell on the moon, the Earth's satellite that always seemed to give her strength when she needed it the most. A soft sigh, shaky almost, left parted lips. "I wish to protect the memories of those who didn't make it through the supposed "organ traffic ring"... I want to protect my friends, to protect Ignacio and Azzo..."
When she looked down at the cat, tears slipped down her cheeks and she flushed in embarrassment at crying at such thoughts and helpless wishes. "I want to make the world right again when other can not."
"But you claim to be a pacifist," the cat countered, her tail swishing idly as she watched the girl. "How can some one who refuses to fight and cause pain fight against the evil that threatens to steal this world for their own?"
"I used to think that evil didn't exist, I want to pretend that it doesn't and to continue to hide behind the veil of fantasy where reality can't rear it's ugly head. But since waking up in the hospital I am aware of just how much evil there is in this world and it's too much to ignore. I... don't think I could ever take some one's life but I'm beginning to think that to obtain the peace of this world I will have to stand up and fight for it..."
Silence reigned between them, the cat watching the girl and the girl watching the cat. A breeze picked up, making Melody shiver, and pieces of paper rolled down the alley way in which the two females were in. Then, after what felt like hours, the cat seemed to smile.
"Your star shines brightly on this night. I can feel it's power and can call it's name." A nod before the feline stood on all fours. "If I give you this power, will you do what is necessary to save this world?"
"I will do the best to my ability and I will never do any less."
The animal seemed to approve of this, or so Melody could only assume as she watched the cat jump up into the air and do a rather impressive back flip. As she did so there was a bright light that formed into ribbons before they came together to create a pink and silver pen that landed just in front of the blonde's feet.
"Then pick up this pen and call the words your heart speaks out, for you are Sailor Lacrimosa. A defender of this world and a champion of justice."
She hesitated only slightly before instinct seemed to kick in and she snatched the pen up. Holding it high into the air, hearing the name spoken from the cat, she could feel a radiating power and warmth fill her body before she smiled. "Lacrimosa Asteroid Power, Make-Up!"
Her voice echoed in the alley as she could feel the transformation taking place, her outfit vanishing to be replaced with a new one. When the light show faded Melody stood dressed as Sailor Lacrimosa in front of the cat not even phased by the transformation, she was making heavy mental notes to squee over the design and such later and not now at this moment in front of the cat. They smiled at each other, both wanting to say something but neither had the chance to as a scream erupted not far from where they stood which forced their attentions in that direction.
Nothing was said, nothing needed to be, before Lacrimosa ran down the side walk towards the person who's life was in danger with the cat in tow. Jumping up onto a near by roof, which wasn't that tall thankfully, Lacrimosa used this as advantage to catching the monster off guard.
"Stop right there!"
The monster looked up, eyes a deep red that called for blood. A hiss left it, feral and wild, and turned it's attention to this new and magically tasty morsel that thought it stood a chance. "And who are you?"
There was no hesitation, she didn't have time for it (though she was sure there would be other fights where she would hesitate for sure), and she pointed down to the creature that threatened an innocent life. "Some one who thinks that you should be picking on some one who stands a chance! My name is Sailor Lacrimosa, the Senshi of Cherry Blossoms and I think you should let my blossoms show you your mortality!"
With barely a thought in her mind on what she was doing, the blonde senshi let instinct take over. Jumping from the building, she shot out a leg that was aimed for the monster's face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:18 pm
SECTION ONE Name: Alessa David Diary: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17213659RP Links: 5 completed/old RPs with more than 10 posts each. Any more can be added here too! http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17223807http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17294459http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17825247http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17665031http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17719461http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17733035SECTION TWO Quest: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17097389Senshi: Sailor Antigone, Senshi of Jewels Fuku:Look, as long as it fits the jewel theme and is emerald green/pearly white/another bright gemstone color, I’ll be HAPPY. ARTISTIC LICENSE HERE, GUYS. I MEAN IT. But keeping the glasses would be a plusChallenge: Your (shining) grave shall be my most precious treasure! Attack #1 (for senshi)
NAME: Ruby Armor! [What it does] A thick ruby layer appears anybody on Sailor Antigone's desired body part. It covers a small area, and can only stand minor damages before shattering and turning into powder. Because it’s an armor doesn’t mean you can’t hit the enemy with your covered body part! It’s not pointy but it can CRUSH. Lasts until reverting back to human form or destroyed. Can only be summoned twice per battle. Attack #1a (for senshi)
NAME: Diamond Armor! [What it does] Like the Ruby Armor, only with a diamond layer instead (DUH), which covers now the whole forearm (or any equivalent area), and can withstand a couple medium hits (whether from outside or as attacks from Sailor Antigone) before it shatters blahblahblah. Attack #2: (for Eternal and beyond for senshi)
NAME: Emerald Burial of Mercy! [What it does] Four thick (several inches) translucent emerald walls emerge from the ground around the target and form a closed pyramid, effectively protecting them, even from above. Each wall is however more fragile than it looks and can stand the equivalent of a couple big hits before shattering and turning to powder. While it shields against the enemy, the target can’t get out of there and counter-attack, either, until at least one wall is destroyed. All walls stay in place until destroyed or return to human form. Sailor Antigone can target herself, an enemy, an ally, or any combination of the three. While the pyramid’s size depends of the amount of people it covers as not to crush them (up to two), an individual wall’s solidity doesn’t change in any way. Of course, it's best not to stand in the walls' way while they're rising, or you might get painfully crushed. Sailor Antigone can only summon Emerald Burial of Mercy once per battle, and it drains most of her energy. Concept: Alessa’s always been more that minor side character with no plot importance whatsoever in the worst cases, and the cute but useless sidekick in the best. Her parents are often absent, she has no extended family to give her attention, and her friends seldom find anything special or interesting about her, which makes her very forgettable and replaceable. She’s average in everything, only finds self worth in helping others, and her hobbies can be difficult to share. And she’s fully aware of it. Even better, she finds comfort in the knowledge she leads a normal and boring life, that nobody will reject her for being special, that she fits in and nothing out of the ordinary should happen to her. … “should” being the key word here. The few weird things (encounter with a senshi and a youma, meeting BP survivors) that have happened to her may have stressed her at first, but she’s comforted by the fact many people have seen a youma or been (in)directly saved by a senshi in this city, and that soon, her classmates will gossip about the survivor newcomers. The unspoken decision to be a nurse when she’s older comes from her inability to think of herself as skilled or unique (as opposed to a surgeon or a doctor), but also from her strong desire to be helpful. She can be adorably clumsy in everyday situations, but fortunately, once she focuses on a task she knows she can’t screw up, her clumsiness vanishes (which is why I didn’t list that particularity of hers as a flaw). Knowing she can somehow help someone makes her feel a lot better about herself. (Plus it makes herself look even more sympathetic. She would only admit this under torture.) Lastly, she’s however storing frustration and anger. Though she tries hard not to do it in front of anyone, she can snap at the littlest thing after it’s built up. Sometimes, for a few seconds, she’d like people to be grateful for once and get back what she’s been giving away, and this feeling can be expressed in violent ways. But it doesn’t last long, and shame always follows these rare bouts of rage. Given all that, I think it should be interesting to deal with forced senshidom. She will react badly, more violently than she’s ever had, but over time, as she meets more senshis and Negaversers, she will rationalize her situation as she had always did: among senshis, she is no more special than she was among her classmates as a civilian. Plus, her policy is to avoid conflicts of all kinds; she’s going to have to revise that, as it’s pretty impossible not to at least argue with a Negaverser about their starseed-gathering duty. Now, why would I deserve that upgrade? First, I’ve been lurking since mid-September (a fact brushed off by my early winning of Alessa, which is still incredibly cool and awesome), which is a relatively long time. Early on, I made sure to keep my character balanced and coherent, in both personality and powers, and I’m glad it seems to be working out. I’m trying hard to do the same with my other quest characters; I love characters that are deeply flawed and can’t possibly seek improvement in a few aspects. I love failures. I love seeing how characters deal with their issues. And I’d love to have my character deal with her new life in a very imperfect way. Secondly, I can’t say I’ve been very helpful overall, as I’m rather bad with crits in general about a character’s personality. HOWEVER. I’m helping people with powers and sphere when I feel inspired because I can get big bursts of imagination, and no desire to actually put it in an Nth quest. Despite my not-so-perfect grasp of English, I try finding interesting/witty attack names and effects. I’ve posted a large list of spheres and weapons ideas in the suggestion thread, which I update regularly (and if there is an idea that is blatantly uncool or unavailable, well, sorry I’ll change it ASAP D: ). It’s not much, and I can’t tell whether people have read my list or just had the same ideas as I had, but I sure hope it has inspired at least one person. Thirdly, I’d really LOVE to take part in the biggest part of the roleplay. Sure, it’s fun to play a student, and I’m even entering the comp for a second one. But I’d like so much having access to what makes this roleplay a Sailor Moon roleplay. In the meantime, when someone needs a student for whatever, I’m glad to suggest Alessa, even for situations where she could be harmed more permanently. The occasion never presented itself, but I'm ready and willing in any case. Prompt: Quote: It was ridiculously easy to get Alessa to leave her cardboard-boxes-filled cocoon for the coldness of the night, especially when the dubious excuse was a sudden and pressing need for a babysitter. It had only been a matter of time before such a late call happened, actually. It had been her idea to leave an ad with her phone number at the bakery.
Sure, it was late, but she figured the mother who texted her would be nice enough to pay her extra.
“need babysitter for emergency – can you help pls? meet me in front of shufflepuck”, read the message. That woman probably didn’t have any family or friend willing or able to come over and help at this time. What kind of emergency could prompt her to have to leave her child alone? An accident sounded like the most likely situation. Perhaps that woman’s husband was injured and she had to go to the hospital? That wouldn’t be too unlikely, what with the “terrorists” and monsters walking around.
That was a lot of assumptions already, and the very events she was imagining didn’t remind her she could be in danger again as well.
If asked, she would just reply sheepishly “b-but they could be in more trouble than I am!”; she’d probably realize thunder can indeed strike the poor unremarkable spot she was twice only by seeing another youma.
Alessa ran up to Shufflepuck and saw the woman she’d been waiting for. She was hard to miss: among the few things she was wearing, there was a dress better suited for summer, and a big hat that wasn’t assorted at all with the other clothes. The girl figured she had to dress in a hurry.
She approached her, raising her hand. “Hello, I’m the babysitter. I hope I am not late… can you show me where-”
“Follow me” dryly replied the woman, cutting Alessa short. “Could you come over there?” She trotted under the porch of a closed down store with an unreadable sign. Alessa had fortunately enough common sense to accompany a stranger in the shadows, and only took a few steps in her direction. Oddly, she didn’t seem to want to move further than that.
“If you’re not in a hurry, maybe you could tell me the starters”, suggested Alessa warily.
There was an odd shift coming from the almost completely concealed woman. “Sorry, I lied about the babysitter thing. It was the only way I could contact you. Let’s make it quick” explained the deceiver who stepped forward. Apparently, the reason for her texting wasn’t the only thing she had lied about. In place of the hat-wearing woman of undeterminable age, there was a cat. A cat with a hat. A cat with a hat and a silly pen. A friggin’ talking cat with a hat and a silly pen.
Alessa’s face contorted hilariously as she searched mentally for the appropriate answer. She couldn’t remember any movie dealing explicitly with shapeshifting catgirls with pens. “Wh-wh-whaa… excuse me?”, she stuttered, raising slowly both arms in front of her chest in a defensive posture.
It was hard to tell with the hat, but the gray cat almost seemed to be rolling eyes. “You’re Sailor Antigone, Senshi of Jewels. You have to hold this pen and say “Antigone Power, make up!”. That’s the starters.”
The still completely normal and boring girl stared back at her, her mouth agape. “Sailor Anti-what? Senshi? Whaaaaaat?” she said with a voice that managed to mix shyness and disbelief. “Senshi?” parroted the schoolgirl again, her expression shifting comically again as she started realizing what this meant.
Then she snapped and shouted.
“Senshi. Seriously? Why? Why the ******** are you choosing me? I’m normal! I’m friggin’ normal!” She stomped threateningly, her whole body language reeking of rage and fear. “Why? Leave me alone! I’m a normal person! I’m boring! ******** boring! Why would you want me?!”
Quick, she had to redirect her burst of aggressiveness over anything but the cat (she really, really wanted to avoid kicking small animals). Her boot went toward the next best thing, as there weren’t many good things to begin with: the trashcan near the porch. It fell in one smooth swoop and spread its contents all over the place. Damn, that felt good.
The cat? Didn’t seem impressed, and even walked closer. Actually, Miss Kitty even sounded awfully pissed off. “Okay, you know what? I don’t want any of your puerile tantrums. You’re not making this easy for anybody. Pick the damn pen. Forget about the saliva, I’m not ******** diseased. “Antigone power, make up”. And then, take a look behind the parked car over there. No, actually, forget it, and look at it now.”
She jumped off and trotted towards it. Alessa picked the translucent pen on the ground with a shrinking sense of anger and a growing sense of shame, and followed her. The sight almost made her shriek; there lied the body of a dead businessman, his broken glasses reduced to shards that had cut part of his face, and his skin already going pale and grey. She quickly put her free hand on her mouth to avoid being heard by anyone else.
Despite this, the cat didn’t seem fazed, only worried at best. One could figure this was her natural attitude. “That, you rookie, is the latest victim of the Negaverse. It’s too late for him. You can still do something about the culprit, he went in this direction”, she said, pointing at the southern street with her nose.
“He only left two minutes ago. I did not text you to ruin your life, though that is an agreeable bonus, as your life seems so ******** worthless and boring for you not to have anything more interesting to do tonight, it could use the additional magic and crap, honestly.” That last statement wouldn’t have been too out-of-place in an episode of Home M.D., which was kinda creepy. Or hilarious. Your call. Alessa seemed to hesitate greatly about this. “You can make a difference. You want to make a difference, right? Make a difference, and use that damn pen. Don’t let the Negaverse take any more starseed from innocents. I contacted you because you’re only 5 minutes away from here, and nobody else could have come faster. Use the pen, and give the b*****d a lesson he won’t forget.”
A pause. “Before I forget, not that I could, but I really wish it was useless to tell you so I could forget it once and for all. If you break that pen, if you break that ******** pen, I’ll… look, I ran out of creative threats. Give me a break.”
Such controlled aggressiveness from such a cute creature. (With a hat.)
Alessa was shaking and crying. She didn’t have the strength to protest any longer; besides, the anger was all gone. She didn’t have any argument in her favour; the life of people was at stake. The life of normal people was at stake. Just as hers was the day Sailor Polaris saved her a**.
She guessed it was time to return the favour. The brunette already regretted her status as a normal student. She raised her shiny accessory, shaking, and hiccupped her line:
“Aa-aaaa-An-Antigone power, make up-p.”
The last thing she heard before she was propelled into a paradise of lights and crystals was a fading “Don't tell me you're one of those stutterers too, or I'll kiiilll youuuuuuu...”
She was being turned inside-out and shrouded by soft ribbons at a high speed. Her brain didn’t succeed in processing what the hell was happening to her; instead, she gained full spirits when she felt her feet back on the walkway.
She was in heels. She was more scantily clad. She thought as she’d always thought, but she felt different. And more importantly, she realized she still had glasses, only they were of the more funky and ornamented variety.
She was Sailor Antigone.
Antigone turned to have another round of meek whining at the gray cat, but she had disappeared. Only her oversized hat was left.
Now, Antigone was alone. And very special. She was a very special terrorist.
Only her last mental strength helped her run in the previously designated direction, though she was pretty sure that even with her seemingly improved physical abilities, she could never find the killer.
It would take some time before her brain processed the terms the strange cat had used. Negaverse? Starseed? Jewels? She could frankly have used more data, but her growing guilt convinced her she’d have gotten more help if she hadn’t gotten angry at the cat. Hell, if she had arrived faster, maybe she could have saved that man. He’d been working extra hours, and may have been on his way to his house. Maybe he had a wife, and children. It could have been me. It could even have been Dad.
Antigone felt nausea rising; she just wanted to go back home fast and forget all about it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 2:13 pm
SECTION ONE Name: Tatiana Konstantin Diary: Here!RP Links: Sad, pale ghostsDear my good friend...The internet is for?...Christmas SimplexOf gifts and fruit saladsSECTION TWO Quest: Lt. NephelineConcept: Tate is suited to the Negaverse, perhaps not uniquely, but pretty distinctively. She will view the Negaverse as her opportunity to gain attention that she lacks in her civilian life, and perform well (or not!) in order to keep hold of this attention. I feel that upgrading her to an officer of the Negaverse would provide her with an opportunity for a lot more character growth, and interesting plot opportunities besides. What Tate brings to the table is a near-suicidal need for approval, the willingness to do what it takes to get it, and her bravery. Suicide missions? All right! Coffee runs? She's there! Starseed quota? Met it yesterday. Like I mentioned, Tate will make the change mostly because she sees it as a chance to prove she's better than the people she's been compared to all of her life, and in a sick way a chance to get more attention from those who have denied it (her parents, specifically her mother). She would not need to be coerced; someone says the words "power" or "attention" and Tate is pretty much right there. (That she could get attention not afforded to her in her everyday existence is something she implies herself.) Initially "squishy", in that she isn't sure what she should be doing, Tate quickly works out what traits are valued and which are disparaged and does her best to emulate the valued traits. She will gain confidence with rank, enjoying the power to make others feel small or just to be a b***h to them with practically no consequences--acting out what she feels her life has been like, but in the position of power instead of as the victim. Tate takes the Negaverse as a chance to let out the aggression she currently bottles up inside, and is all the more vicious for it. As for the future, I intend to have her slowly separate from Giselle, who is her best friend and her 'commander'. The Negaverse will speed this, as Tate will no longer be as available as she is now; as Negaverse and Zodiac, Libra and Nepheline are constantly at war. As civilians, they will grow apart to the point where they rarely, if ever, meet without fighting. Tate will view Giselle's constant unavailability as a personal betrayal, and thusly dedicate herself more to her Negaverse duties as well as her relationships with fellow Negaversers in an attempt to replace Giselle. Tate as Nepheline would freely interact with students--making attempts on their starseeds or just kicking them around. Nepheline and Wolframite will form up into a patrol duo, building off each other; as said, Libra and Nepheline will have a rivalry. This is unfeasible in Nepheline's lieutenant and possibly even her captain stage due to the power gap, so you can bet that Tate will suddenly acquire hobbies like "going to the gym" and "training a lot", thusly opening new avenues to make friends... and lose them, as she has commitment issues that she will have to work around in order to really do her best as a Negaverse agent. Additionally, her own hobbies will suffer--no more Soul Calibur tournaments, no more sitting around reading manga. My involvement with the shop dates back to the original senshi/nega raffle; my quest was one of the first approved, and I faithfully tried in every student competition once I felt I had my character's personality down pat. I'm not very vocal in threads, but I make a point of being open to any plots that people come up with, and also when I have plots (which is rare, I admit; I'm not the best at coming up with them) I do my best to involve people as I can. I reply reliably, and have had at least five RPs ongoing since the end of the first week of Barren Pines, nonstop, with a reasonable rate of completion. If Tate were to become a Negaverse officer, I would do my best to maintain this level of dedication, and further it if possible--Tate is the type who goes out of her way to take offense at things, and I feel that would open up a great deal of RP, especially in the way of battles. Prompt: You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity.) February in Destiny City meant cold, a lot of ice, and a lot of snow. At night, it usually meant <******** freezing with a lot of black ice and not so much snow. That particular evening had decided to be the crystal-clear windy cold, where a hood was no good because the wind would coincidentally change direction and just blow it right off your head. You had to wear a hat, but not just any hat, one that tied, or off it would go, too. It was a shitty night to be outside, and any other night, Tate wouldn't have gone out. She would have been happily ensconced in her cave of a room, watching Tsubasa. To remind herself as to why she was outside at this ridiculous hour wearing heavy boots, two pairs of socks, earmuffs, and gloves in addition to her normal winter clothes, she pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. The text message blinked back at her solemnly: Meet me outside of Shufflepuck Cafe at midnight. You know the spot, General. And, without questioning, Tate had let her mother know she was going to go hang out with Giselle. Mariska had gone to bed at ten, and at eleven thirty, her daughter hit the subways. She was at Shufflepuck Cafe, sitting in the window, waiting for her best friend, at eleven forty-five. Neurotically, she checked her phone: 11:46. 11:47. At eleven fifty, she heard the sounds of a scuffle from the alleyway a couple feet to her left. The fact that people were legitimately fighting--it sounded serious, anyway--in the alleyway that Giselle would have to pass drove her into action. She stuck her cellphone in her pocket as she walked towards the gap between the two shops, and peered around the edge. Two figures, each faintly glowing, were fighting; the one in a military uniform threw a punch that the blond one with the ridiculous headdress and scales ducked. Then, as Tate stared at them, the senshi--it had to be a senshi--lashed out with her scales, swept the other terrorist's ankles out from under her, and then fled with a twinkling of the golden chain. The strangely-clad girl jumped onto the roof and disappeared. Her high heel ( her high heel, like that would be convenient in battle) dislodged a piece of something; she stepped out of the way automatically. Tate stood transfixed, staring at the fallen man--a member of the Negaverse?--for a few long moments. In that time, he began to pick himself up, and she backed away quickly. Just because she happened to be a background character in this cosmic shoujo manga did not mean she wanted to be a dead background character. It turned out to be wasted energy; he'd apparently noticed her (when she avoided that piece of the roof or whatever?) and grabbed onto the hood of her jacket, yanking her back into the alley. Tate gagged, hands flying to her throat. He let go, but her momentum carried her out of range of his punch and, in fact, knocked her over when she slipped on a patch of ice. "<********>," she gasped, rolling onto one side and curling up instinctively. Wait--wouldn't that expose a patch of her spine? Tate threw up her hands to cover her head, grunting when the man kicked her in the back. She tasted blood; biting her lip, she'd split it. As she waited for the next blow, her cell phone went off. It was a custom ringtone, a piano theme from one of her favorite games. She knew that meant it was a text message from Giselle, and she resigned herself to dying without knowing the contents, but she heard boots scuff on the ground. The man asked, lazily, "Well? Aren't you going to get that?" She knew this was not an opportunity to be wasted. Cautiously, she uncoiled herself and pulled out the cell phone, opened the text message: Sorry, General. A senshi showed up; perhaps tomorrow ******** that s**t," said Tate, "******** senshi." although it made sense; she started to reply with a getting beaten up but the cell phone was kicked from her hands, accompanied by a feeling of deja vu. That had happened before, hadn't it?
He stared down at her, hands in his pockets. "What was that about, hm?"
With a suspicious look, Tate started to get up, but he idly kicked her arm just so; it slipped out from under her and she collapsed onto the ice, face down. The weight of one of his boots settled into her back, and Tate gritted her teeth. So helpless. So <********> helpless and she was going to die. He wasn't crushing her--her ribs weren't even protesting. It was just a heavy weight, a reminder that he was there. Oddly considerate of him, and not very villainous.
"Well?" He pressed harder on her back and she reflexively coughed.
"It was my friend, the one I was meeting here. Some senshi chased her off," said Tate, bitterness clear as she cracked her eyes open. She could reach his boot, couldn't she? It was, like, a rule of shoujo that if you tried to live, you usually did. She wanted very, very badly to live.
Something cracked; not her ribs, which made her assume his knuckles. He was yawning, and she clenched her hands. "How do you feel about senshi, then? Not good?"
Tate couldn't breathe, and... why was he asking her this? Toying with his food before he ate it, she bet. "Angry," she gasped when she had enough breath. "Hate them." Oh, had she the breath, she could have rhapsodized over them; her arguments weren't the smartest, nor the most sense-making. He leaned even harder on her back. She could feel the texture of the tread on his boots.
Well, s**t, if she was dying anyway, what did it ******** matter? Fabric rippled above her as she grabbed his knee and yanked. Yes, it brought him down on her arm, but his weight was off her back and she could get up--she did, promptly to get smacked back down. "Bad," he chided, his face inches from hers, "Very bad. Why would you do that? I was all prepared to offer you a choice between a quick death and a long one." Her breath hitched in her chest, from the weight of his body and the way her fear so suddenly intensified. This never would have happened if it weren't for that damn senshi--
"But I think I'll give you a reward instead," he continued. "That was a good answer, after all."
His hand plunged into her chest. Tate had only a minute to begin to wonder when she'd stepped into a shojo manga before it began to burn, starting from her sternum and spreading like wildfire over dry tinder. Her fingers scraped at the ice, muscles seized as she attempted to arch her back and escape the burning. The man was too heavy; she stayed flat on the ground under him. It was worse than anything she'd ever experienced, and only near the end did Tate have the self-consciousness to even let out a small, reedy scream.
But the pain faded, eventually, and was replaced by awareness of something she didn't have a name for. A whisper in her mind: Nepheline. I am Nepheline. She opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment, realizing nothing about his appearance, thinking only about the absence of pain. It had really been an exquisite pain, if she thought about it... Not exactly something she wanted to do. Exquisite or no, she had to find out what was happening. She got to her feet, marveling over how fluid the movement felt when just a moment ago she had been dying. "Nice," said the man, appreciatively. "Let's go, Lieutenant."
Nepheline smiled and followed him out of the alleyway.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:32 pm
SECTION ONEName: Marlo Xanis Diary: HERE RP Links:
[REGULAR] I saw it first! It's mine! (Marlo & Alexander)
[Regular] Day in the Park (Marlo and Alba) [Regular] I HUNGER! [Simon and Marlo] [Regular] The Longest Mile (Marlo + Killingworth) [Regular] Second Chances (Marlo and Howl) [FIN] [REGULAR] Welcome to Dorm 230 (Marlo + Howl)I have more, but those are all with Elzo or incomplete. XD SECTION TWOQuest: OUTDATEDConcept: He’s Elzo’s bro, and it’s been long standing I planned to get them both for general plot purposes. I planned around the brother factor to develop the two of them, and it’s stuck. Even as senshi and civilian, its just helped with both of their developments. As for looks? I’d have him follow Castor design wise, using just a darker shade of blue. Bring back the shorts baby. I’d like to think I’m active in shop and offer help when its asked of me. I rarely show up in thread these day, which is just because I’m a tard. I just loves me some RP is all bby. IM REALLY BAD ABOUT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF LIKE THIS. Prompt: You find an odd message on your cellphone, asking you to meet outside of the Shufflepuck Cafe late at night. What do you do? Who is it from, Senshi, Negaverser, Guardian Cat? What happens? (view this as the awakening RP-- can be any length but QUALITY over quantity. At first, Marlo realized, he did not like Shufflepuck coffee, it was too sweet for his tastes. Secondly, someone, that someone sounding oddly female, was calling him from an unknown number. Thirdly and finally, Marlo realized he’d not really given his number away to a great many females, and even less so one whom he did not add into his own phone at the time of the number exchange. This lead Marlo to concluded two things. One, this was a set up by his brother due to the fact that a single digit separated their phone numbers. Or two, he’d given his number to a girl and promptly forgotten about it in which case he felt a bit disappointed in his own memory and record keeping. Either way, he wasn’t under Killingworth’s thumb that night, Elzo having miraculously gone without causing any trouble for over a week. The Hillworth gate was still open, though the sky line had faded into darkness long ago. Overall, the distance of the café from Hillworth wasn’t terribly far, and if this meeting was to be short, he’d make it back in time as to not give himself detention, rather than an Elzo born one. Putting on an over abundance of warm clothing, (as in, what a normal person might wear if it was Chicago and there was over a foot of snow), the younger Xanis sibling was brisk in his pace out of Hillworth’s confining grounds. Though, the matron gave him a stern warning as he was leaving. The walk was short, but, in Marlo’s mind, it was too cold to be out, it was dark already, he might get a detention, and it was far too cold. It put the boy in a slightly negative mindset. Outside of the café, was an unexpected sight. To which Marlo was willing to abandon the idea of meeting some mystery girl and really, it wasn’t all that important. “Marlo. Get back over here. I know it’s you.” Keep walking. He will shut up sooner or later. “Marlo. MARLO. I know it is you. You’re the only person who wears two sweatshirts when its not even thirty degrees out.” A scowl on his face, hidden by the woolen scarf, Marlo turned and faced him. “So, bro, ready to meet your mystery date.” “No.” Marlo remembered the last mystery date Elzo had set it up for. It ended horribly. He could never even look at sharpies the same way again. “Too bad. She told me to go get if you if you didn’t show, but, glad I didn’t have to. Come on, we’re actually-“ “Elzo.” It was far too cold outside to deal with Elzo’s newest attempts to hook his brother up. “Unless this girl is waiting with a cup of warm choco in hand, laying next to warm fire with ample blankets and pillows, I really don’t care.” As soon as those words left his lips, Elzo was laughing. “You realized you just described to beginnings of a porno?” The face of Marlo went red, not only due to his poor word choice, but the fact he knew exactly what Elzo was talking about. “I thought we agreed to never speak of those…episodes.” “Yeah, episodes. Let’s call them that. Anyway, you need to come now. She’ll get bitchy the longer we are away.” “Elzo.” Firm tone did nothing to dissuade his elder brother. Sometimes, just sometimes, Marlo wished he could force the issue and resist. A heavy sigh and an arm slung around his shoulder, Marlo was reluctant to trust his brother. That and he was cold. He would also be late in getting back to Hillworth at this rate. “Yo. You can come out now.” In a dark alley, (Elzo, why would a girl be here?), that smelt like burnt coffee, (Elzo, it’s cold and smells like s**t), Elzo kept calling out, eventually giving this girl a name. “Assssstraea. I swear. Do I have to go get my a** kicked or something for you to show up?” Looking around at the alleyway, and then at his watch, Marlo sighed, growing tired of his brother’s antics, which were out of the norm, even for Elzo. “Whoever she is, she’s gone. Now, can we please go back? It’s freezing out here and we’re going to be late. Then I’ll have another detention.” “You told me he was a bit bitchy, but really? It’s not even cold enough for snow. Stop your whining. You’re almost as bad as- well, you’re bad. Let’s put it that way.” Sitting atop a stack of empty crates was A grey cat, with a grey ribbon around its neck, and a grey star on its forehead. It was also talking to Marlo in the highly agitated voice of a young woman. The woman who left him a message. “Astraea! God, I thought you left.” “Unlike some people, I don’t just do whatever I feel like. I do my job.” Elzo winced as Marlo stared at the talking grey cat. “Elzo.” The cat was talking. This was reaching new levels of strange. “is this who called me?” the question was purposed as if talking cats calling were daily occurrences. “Of course. Your brother had forgotten his phone, (of all times, really?), and I couldn’t just go into Hillworth now could I? Not with Charonite on the move.” “Never mind I paid for the call, and held you up so you could leave the message.” “Says the teenage boy who forgot his cell phone of all things.” As his brother and cat argued, Marlo watched them, face impassive. “Elzo.” The brother stopped to look at his sibling. “Yeah?” “While I am thinking I might have died of hypothermia and this is my own personal hell, can you explain why there is a cat here, talking to us, and just what is going on.” Elzo opened his mouth but Astraea cut him off. “Congratulations. You get to be your brother’s babysitter.” With that, Astraea jumped off into the darkness. Elzo looked pissed, Marlo just frowned. He never enjoyed having to keep watch over Elzo. It was like keeping watch over a hyperactive 5 year old. In the awkward silence that followed, nothing happened, until the cat came back, a blue pen in it’s mouth. Hopping over with feline grace, Elzo looked horror struck as the pen was places at Marlo’s feet. “You’re Pollux, the senshi of frost. Welcome to force, blah blah blah, you say Pollux Power Make-Up to go senshi. I tired of explaining things so I’ll let Elzo do that. And please, for the love of Serenity, make sure your brother stops getting himself almost killed. I’m sick of having to save his a**.” Again, before Elzo could yell at her, Astraea was gone. Picking up the henshin pen, the brother looked to each other, one seemed a bit apathetic, the other, a mix of horror, embarrassment, and joy. “You’re…and…we…Bro you’re-“ “Elzo.” The voice used by Marlo made Elzo stop before hugs could be administered. “You have been keeping secrets from me.” Elzo looked off into the distance, avoiding the subject. “…We are going to go back to Hillworth. Then, you will tell me what the ******** hell is going on. It’s freezing out here.” A small smile was still on Elzo’s lips, while Marlo just sighed. Looking towards the place they’d called home, there was an odd feeling of contentness with what had just happened. “It’s too cold for me to be dealing with this s**t.” Laughing, Elzo embraced Marlo. Something inside of him just felt right. Like a veil had been lifted. Looking at the pen in his hand as his brother rambled, a tiny smile twitched on his face. Some things just felt right. (TOTALLY G-MODDED ASTRAEA D: hope that's okay)
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 2:48 pm
After much deliberation, we'd like to announce that Sailor Lacrimosa, Senshi of Cherry Blossoms!!! will be upgraded!
Congrats --CosmicNeo-QueenBunni--!!!
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 3:48 pm
After much deliberation, we'd like to announce that Sailor Taranis, Senshi of Sand!!!! will be upgraded!
Congrats Akina Tokuwa!
--THOUGHT I WAS DONE, DIDN'T YOU-- sorry guys, the people came home from where i was dog sitting and i had to turn off my comp quickly. SO SORRY FOR THE GAP BETWEEN ANNOUNCEMENTS.
This is the last one though, promise.
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