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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 12:42 pm
It took some digging and sniffing around, but Porrima eventually caught wind of the plot to capture members of Chaos. When she arrived at the scene, she could feel excitement fluttering in her chest; now was the time for her to make her mark and establish herself as a member of Order. After eenie-meenie-miney-moe-ing some of the cell doors, Porrima decided that she'd just walk into the closest one. Even though the aura from within indicated someone stronger than her, she figured that she could quickly ban magic or punches if something got out of control. When she entered, she saw a Corrupt with lovely green hair in the cell. "Hello there," she said, adjusting her grip on her sketchbook. "Which one are you?" She peered at Chrysocolla, then at her sketchbook page as she tried to figure out what to draw and where to start with it. Daekie Hope you don't mind that I started this too!
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:58 pm
Chrysocolla hurt. She hurt a lot. And she knew it was because she hadn't trained enough -- Cinnabar had taught her some material, but not enough, never enough. She was too weak. She was always always always too weak -- it was really starting to hurt, to sting, that Order kept winning because of how pathetic she was -- She stiffened at the sight of Porrima, a purpling bruise on her own cheek to the clear skin of the Senshi's own. Chrysocolla hadn't had a choice, she'd been woken up so young and there was a debt to repay, yes - but these girls? (She'd heard more young voices, while feigning sleep.) They went along with this. Torture. Kidnapping. They thought this was okay, the abuse, the fighting so young... Disgusting, really. But Chrysocolla wouldn't cry. She wouldn't. Instead, she just didn't quite meet Porrima's eyes. "...'m Chrysocolla. Is that what you want...? My name, I mean? Chrysocolla."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 8:07 pm
"Chrysocolla," Porrima repeated, tasting the syllables. "Chryssie. Is that a mineral name? It's awfully cute for a mineral." It really was a cute name, or so she thought. She moved in closer, getting in Chrysocolla's personal space bubble. She reached up to run her finger over the bruise on the Corrupt's cheek. "Looks like someone already got to you. Did they tell you who they were?" Porrima didn't really plan to hunt down whoever bruised the Corrupt, but having a name for reference would be nice. She cocked her head, moved around to examine the other senshi from some other angles, then hovered her pen over her sketchbook before looking up again. "How old are you? This is important." Sighing, she added, "Pretty girls make my job so difficult."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 7:01 am
At the inquiry of identity, Chrysocolla gave an aborted shrug, shying away from Porrima's hands. "...iunno. What do you care? Y-you'll probably just -- appreciate them -- and yes, it's a mineral!" That was muttered indignantly. Senshi these days (well, all days, probably) - but that was at least more interest than she usually got out of people. "...possibly a mix of chalcedony and spertiniite, and the name was, um, first used by Theophrastus." It was information she rarely got to share, so she looked again at Porrima, sizing her up. ...maybe this one would make a good corrupt. "...I'm fifteen. Why?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 10:30 am
"Appreciate? That's an odd choice of word. Commend, maybe, chastise, maybe." Porrima nodded and pretended to take notes when Chrysocolla went on about the mineral's composition, writing something akin to "Blah blah blah Theophrastus." At the revelation of the Corrupt's age, she frowned. "Fifteen... right. That rules out... hmm." After a pause and another looking-over, Porrima sketched out a head-circle on her sketchpad, followed by a quick pose skeleton. Maybe this girl would look good as a zombie or a slime? A zombie slime? It had to be bizarre enough to bewilder. Honestly Porrima kind of sucked at this whole intimidation thing, but surely messing with people's heads was acceptable too?
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 6:45 pm
"Shut up," Chrysocolla grumped back; despite herself, she tried to stretch a little to see what Porrima might have been writing about her. It probably wasn't anything interesting - one Senshi trying to feel self-important. At least she knew she was infinitely inferior to her commanding officers. There wasn't any structure to this (or so she wanted to think, because if there was, she would die here and nobody would ever know anything that ever happened to her and it'd happen to sweet, good Sylvite too).
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