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N I C O L E T A /// K I N G N I C O

“Couldn’t I be a bit taller??”

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Nicoleta Vasilica

_Avatar

King Nico

_Age

Nineteen (19)

_Gender

Male (in-game)

_Visage

Outside of Pariah online, Nicoleta could be considered a dissident individual, when it comes to her style. She possesses chest-length, dark brown hair and pear-grean eyes, which seems normal enough, but she also dresses rather boyishly; much to the chagrin of her parents. She loves wearing hoodies, baggy jeans or trackpants, combat boots, and her signature flat-bill snapback. She’s rather adamant on not wearing bows, dresses, or skirts. Despite being a rather laidback girl, she will vehemently inform you of how much she doesn’t care that you ‘think she would look prettier in a dress’.

Inside Pariah Online though, Nicoleta gets to be even more like how she dresses. She takes on the form of a boy about her age, though a bit taller, standing at 5’10”. Her green eyes and brown hair transfer over to her Avatar, though the latter has a slight rosier tinge. Her new frame is more athletic and muscled than she is, but still is noticeably agile, allowing her a measure of comfort in the new skin - something she emphasizes by only wearing medium armor. Dark blue is one of if not her favorite color, and that color palette also transfers into her clothing in-game. She enjoys making an effort to reskin gear in order to make them as badass as possible.

_Personality

When Nico was younger her parents had always tried to make sure she was a respectable lady, taking mind to her manners and behaviors in order to please people who she only knew as strangers. However, the girl didn’t take well to the teachings -- she was her own person. She’s very laidback, not worrying about strict mannerisms or social subtlety. In fact, she sometimes goes out of her way just to spite her parents for fun, throwing her feet up on the table or burping out loud after drinking a soda.
Despite having a nature that her parents call ‘lazy’, she is actually quite the opposite when she finds something she thinks is worth the effort. Certain subjects and projects she can work through pretty fluently, as long as it’s fun to her; she can be either a rather slow learner, or a very fast one, depending on the task at hand.

Outside of Pariah Online, Nicoleta’s behavior seems rather boyish for a girl -- but in the game, it can actually seem the opposite; despite now being a boy, he still possesses a girlish energy.

_Background

Nicoleta’s life in Bucharest, Romania up to this point has been a somewhat normal one, if a little troubled at times. Even from a young age she’d always seemed boyish in her interests, preferring action figures over dolls and shorts over dresses. This meant she was often subject to periods of disciplining by her more traditionally-minded parents. She wouldn’t be allowed to play with cars, or go on the internet or play videogames - they were for boys, her parents said. She hadn’t been allowed to do what she thought was fun.

As a result, the girl developed somewhat of an apathy and even a mild hatred towards the girlish things that were forced upon her by her parents. This even extended to hobbies and subjects in school - things she didn’t find any particular interest in, she was simply horrible at - it annoyed her to even try them.

Despite all the disciplining though, it still seemed that Nicoleta was affixed to her nature, and her parents were eventually forced to give in. They didn’t like it, but they tolerated it. Begrudgingly.

Finally she was free to do what she wanted without constant badgering. When she heard about a new gaming experience announced called ‘Pariah Online’, she couldn’t pass up the chance to get it, even if her parents wouldn’t be helping her buy it. She’d been saving up money from her job at a local bookstore, and saved up even more until she finally had enough to afford the hardware to play a videogame - something she’d been starved of for a long time.

She’s been with Pariah now since its launch, becoming just a little obsessed, and playing it almost everyday. Of course, she wouldn't admit to being obsessed - it’s only fair that she catch up on some of the fun she missed out on for those years.

_Reputation

”Mercenary King” Nico is a name that may be relatively known amongst the wayfarers - well, at least the dungeoneering ones. Not due to any measure of great power, but rather because he makes it known to most he meets, even if he does so in...weird, “mysterious” ways; hand-made flyers, rumors he spreads of himself, and even gimmicky fortune cookies he hopes you don’t throw away without reading. He bolsters a mysterious exotic-weapon-user visage by not revealing his identity and disappearing as quickly as he arrives, just long enough to receive payment for his services; all the while shrouding his face in a dark blue hood.

Not all of his reputation (all being a hazy recognition of his ‘title’ to most) is due to his theatrics though, as those who hire him find his services rather useful. The nature of his combat style not only helps open up opponents’ guard for his allies, but it also looks rather flashy with all the twirling of the chain - but he assures that it’s all necessary to the technique.

Attribues & Additional Information

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_Role

Specialist - The Specialist is a more ‘technical’ role accustomed to swapping playstyles, juggling usually-offensive utility and guard-breaking potential.

_Affiliation

Sikth

_Profession

Mercenary

_{Weapon of Choice}

Kusari-taron - A weapon much similar to the Kusarigama or the Kusari-fundo, except one end ends in a sharp-taloned claw with prehensile digits.

_Domain(s)

Abjuration
Enhancement

_{Benchmarks (Physical)}

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[Specialized Enchanter]: While Nico does occasionally use his Enchantment magic on himself or rarely even others, the vast majority of the time he uses it when forging weapons or other gear. He isn’t as quick with enchanting magic as some others are, taking measurably longer, but in exchange he takes distinct care in stacking many enchantments to try maximizing the potential of a weapon.

[Blacksmithing - Exotic-specific]: Nico tried blacksmithing shortly after entering Pariah Online. And it did not go well. After a couple months of weapon-fantasizing though, he eventually tried again, using his recent job for a more advanced blacksmith as a bartering tool for some training. He soon found he had a penchant for designing and forging his own derivative designs of other weapons. He has actually become quite proficient at forming exotic weapons - as shown by ###.

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N I C O L E T A /// K I N G N I C O

“Couldn’t I be a bit taller??”

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Nicoleta Vasilica

_Avatar

King Nico

_Age

Nineteen (19)

_Gender

Male (in-game)

_Visage

Outside of Pariah online, Nicoleta could be considered a dissident individual, when it comes to her style. She possesses chest-length, dark brown hair and pear-grean eyes, which seems normal enough, but she also dresses rather boyishly; much to the chagrin of her parents. She loves wearing hoodies, baggy jeans or trackpants, combat boots, and her signature flat-bill snapback. She’s rather adamant on not wearing bows, dresses, or skirts. Despite being a rather laidback girl, she will vehemently inform you of how much she doesn’t care that you ‘think she would look prettier in a dress’.

Inside Pariah Online though, Nicoleta gets to be even more like how she dresses. She takes on the form of a boy about her age, though a bit taller, standing at 5’10”. Her green eyes and brown hair transfer over to her Avatar, though the latter has a slight rosier tinge. Her new frame is more athletic and muscled than she is, but still is noticeably agile, allowing her a measure of comfort in the new skin - something she emphasizes by only wearing medium armor. Dark blue is one of if not her favorite color, and that color palette also transfers into her clothing in-game. She enjoys making an effort to reskin gear in order to make them as badass as possible.

_Personality

When Nico was younger her parents had always tried to make sure she was a respectable lady, taking mind to her manners and behaviors in order to please people who she only knew as strangers. However, the girl didn’t take well to the teachings -- she was her own person. She’s very laidback, not worrying about strict mannerisms or social subtlety. In fact, she sometimes goes out of her way just to spite her parents for fun, throwing her feet up on the table or burping out loud after drinking a soda.
Despite having a nature that her parents call ‘lazy’, she is actually quite the opposite when she finds something she thinks is worth the effort. Certain subjects and projects she can work through pretty fluently, as long as it’s fun to her; she can be either a rather slow learner, or a very fast one, depending on the task at hand.

Outside of Pariah Online, Nicoleta’s behavior seems rather boyish for a girl -- but in the game, it can actually seem the opposite; despite now being a boy, he still possesses a girlish energy.

_Background

Nicoleta’s life in Bucharest, Romania up to this point has been a somewhat normal one, if a little troubled at times. Even from a young age she’d always seemed boyish in her interests, preferring action figures over dolls and shorts over dresses. This meant she was often subject to periods of disciplining by her more traditionally-minded parents. She wouldn’t be allowed to play with cars, or go on the internet or play videogames - they were for boys, her parents said. She hadn’t been allowed to do what she thought was fun.

As a result, the girl developed somewhat of an apathy and even a mild hatred towards the girlish things that were forced upon her by her parents. This even extended to hobbies and subjects in school - things she didn’t find any particular interest in, she was simply horrible at - it annoyed her to even try them.

Despite all the disciplining though, it still seemed that Nicoleta was affixed to her nature, and her parents were eventually forced to give in. They didn’t like it, but they tolerated it. Begrudgingly.

Finally she was free to do what she wanted without constant badgering. When she heard about a new gaming experience announced called ‘Pariah Online’, she couldn’t pass up the chance to get it, even if her parents wouldn’t be helping her buy it. She’d been saving up money from her job at a local bookstore, and saved up even more until she finally had enough to afford the hardware to play a videogame - something she’d been starved of for a long time.

She’s been with Pariah now since its launch, becoming just a little obsessed, and playing it almost everyday. Of course, she wouldn't admit to being obsessed - it’s only fair that she catch up on some of the fun she missed out on for those years.

_Reputation

”Mercenary King” Nico is a name that may be relatively known amongst the wayfarers - well, at least the dungeoneering ones. Not due to any measure of great power, but rather because he makes it known to most he meets, even if he does so in...weird, “mysterious” ways; hand-made flyers, rumors he spreads of himself, and even gimmicky fortune cookies he hopes you don’t throw away without reading. He bolsters a mysterious exotic-weapon-user visage by not revealing his identity and disappearing as quickly as he arrives, just long enough to receive payment for his services; all the while shrouding his face in a dark blue hood.

Not all of his reputation (all being a hazy recognition of his ‘title’ to most) is due to his theatrics though, as those who hire him find his services rather useful. The nature of his combat style not only helps open up opponents’ guard for his allies, but it also looks rather flashy with all the twirling of the chain - but he assures that it’s all necessary to the technique.

Attribues & Additional Information

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_Role

Specialist - The Specialist is a more ‘technical’ role accustomed to swapping playstyles, juggling usually-offensive utility and guard-breaking potential.

_Affiliation

Sikth

_Profession

Mercenary

_{Weapon of Choice}

Kusari-taron - A weapon much similar to the Kusarigama or the Kusari-fundo, except one end ends in a sharp-taloned claw with prehensile digits.

_Domain(s)

Abjuration
Enhancement

_{Benchmarks (Physical)}

[Weapon Manipulator]: Nico has grown capable of using his limited range of favored weapons in the way that best suits him, both through rigorous training and magical intuition. He finds unwieldy or difficult-to-use weapons to be more comfortable to him than others would, and can utilize them with more accuracy and efficiency.

[Adaptive Combatant]: Nico values adapting quickly in a battle, trying to take advantage of short openings and missteps of his opponents. This feature of his style is emphasized by his split defensive abilities; while he wears medium armor to allow for some hits to be taken, he also retains enough agility to dodge effectively, usually. Ironically, the Specialist doesn’t specialize in one type of armor, and can wear more or less armor if they deem it necessary.

[Precision Fighter]: Despite being rather adaptable, Nico’s main combat style focuses on precise and accurate deadly strikes. As a result, he is well accustomed to taking on opponents than rival or even surpass him in physical - or more rarely, magical - power. Unfortunately, this leaves him far more vulnerable than others are when facing multiple sources of attack. His Kusari-Taron is a weapon more specialized for dueling, and he has little means of defense against AoE spells or barrage attacks.

[Exotic Savant]: While Nico is a fast learner of weapons he deems ‘badass’, he is completely inept with gear and tools with which he is unfamiliar. This is true to such an extent than he can’t even wield a basic sword properly, and is far more clumsy than even the most untrained of individuals.

_{Benchmarks (Mental)}

[Specialized Enchanter]: While Nico does occasionally use his Enchantment magic on himself or rarely even others, the vast majority of the time he uses it when forging weapons or other gear. He isn’t as quick with enchanting magic as some others are, taking measurably longer, but in exchange he takes distinct care in stacking many enchantments to try maximizing the potential of a weapon.

[Blacksmithing - Exotic-specific]: Nico tried blacksmithing shortly after entering Pariah Online. And it did not go well. After a couple months of weapon-fantasizing though, he eventually tried again, using his recent job for a more advanced blacksmith as a bartering tool for some training. He soon found he had a penchant for designing and forging his own derivative designs of other weapons. He has actually become quite proficient at forming exotic weapons - as shown by his very adaptable Kusari-Taron that he made himself by reforging a rarer weapon.

[Trained Guile]: While some of Nico’s sly nature seems more comedic than effective, his hands and eyes are well-trained. He is pretty accustomed to spotting sleight-of-hand maneuvers and surprise attacks or ambushes, and he himself employs these tactics, which often puts him in the mindset of searching for them within his environment.

[Exotic, even for exotic]: Nico combines his magics alongside his unique penchant for unusual equipment and weapons - something that is hard to pick apart for his opponents, and may seem rather intimidating or distracting. However, despite how many unique enchantments and styles he learns, he takes care to remember all of them and be prepared to use them on short notice. Entailed are his owned gears, whether on his person or not, and their magical enhancements.

Log of Exotiqué Weaponry

Kusari-Taron - Nico’s favored weapon, this piece of equipment is enhanced with Abjuration properties; able to ‘catch’ certain spells in its claws, or cut through magical defenses. It also possesses improved entangling properties, granting the wielder greater leverage even against opponents stronger than them.

King’s Scythe - A large, unwieldy scythe. Not exactly a great weapon in real life, this weapon sees good use in Nico’s hands, and is his go-to weapon for very large dungeon monsters. Enchanted to have a weight that alters based on the wielder’s need, and to conform to the elemental weaknesses of any Boss it tastes the blood of, this weapon can result in devastating cutting and piercing strikes if given enough room.

[Tuck Away]: Nico is able of banishing up to two objects to a dimension within his mind, and withdraw them just as quickly. He must be the only one making contact with the object, and he is the only person who can access the dimension.

~ Attack on Titan: The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

Character Sheet

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Name
Revel Belrose

Gender
Female

Age
Born June 830 -- 16 pre-training

Sexuality
Bisexual

Ethnicity
French-Germanic (Swiss)

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Appearance

Revel stands 5’8” with chest-length black hair, which she usually keeps in some style of ponytail. Complementing her strong athletic shape, she tries to retain a good posture in most cases, standing or sitting straight, with her chin level. This structured appearance makes her gaze stand out, her oddly light-purple eyes sometimes seeming rather piercing, especially when she is focused. She usually holds a rather neutral facial expression, and her poker face is quite good.

Personality

You couldn’t be blamed for thinking Revel a rude person. When she’s not seemingly ignoring those around her, her interactions are brief and sometimes laden with sarcastic or sharp tones. She tends to seem rather distanced socially, purposely not engaging in conversations without some sort of coaxing - and even then, she doesn’t let down her guard. This is largely due to her glaring trust issues. Revel was a very talkative, fun girl when she was a bit younger, but her stepfather changed that with his abusive behavior - warping her into a mostly introverted and socially cautious individual.

Despite these faults, she does still have a more tender side. When she does finally come to trust someone and befriend them, she seems almost like a different person to them. She will slowly become less tense, more talkative, and be much more open to suggestion. Her sarcastic attitude will, too, change - losing the rather dry tone and taking on a more good-spirited, teasing one. While befriending this stubborn girl is quite the task, once you do so she will never leave your side. But, this is exceedingly rare.

However, there is also another facet of Revel’s personality that stands rather contrastingly to her other behaviors. She is a very dedicated girl when it comes to tasks involving her desired place within their Military. When she becomes focused on a task, she becomes really focused, and it can be difficult to interrupt or dissuade her from her goal.

Even if she does possess an inherent distrust of others, she generally tries to follow orders to a T - but can sometimes find herself conflicted in highly stressful situations where either of her options have significant impact on her or others.

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Branch
112th Trainee Corps

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Biography

Revel led a rather cherished childhood in her younger years. She was fortunate enough to have a loving mother and father, the latter of whom was part of the Survey Corps. On days when he returned home to them, he told little Revel of his adventures outside the walls - how he fought to protect her and her mother, and to maybe eventually one day defeat the monsters that loomed just on the other side of their defenses.

It scared her to think of what horrors there were out there that required such giant walls to defend against. But fortunately for her, she had her father to stand between her and those monsters. Or so she thought.

On one day when he was supposed to return, he did not. Some of the soldiers in his squad had, but not him. What did come was the telling of his death to the hands of a titan. Of course, his wife and daughter were devastated for quite a time. Revel found herself withdrawing from what friends she had in school, becoming somewhat of a recluse. However, not all was lost.

Around this time a slightly older girl, Zhera Halnaut, took a liking to her and became as close to her as a best friend could get, surpassing her hesitations. She supported Revel then and throughout the years to come. Though it seemed she was not the only one who was finding some way to try and cope with her father’s loss.

Her mother, Altria Belrose, found herself remarrying almost a year later. The man seemed nice enough, and he also seemed to sympathize with Altria, comforting her whenever memories struck her full of grief. So they were at least coping - for a while. Until Revel’s new stepfather, Rowan Jeinam, showed his true colors.

Under Altria’s housecare, he grew lazy and self-indulgent. Soon enough, Revel came to know him as the verbally and emotionally abusive drunkard who sat on the living room couch all day. It went on for a while, but she endured the abuse for her mother. She figured that he somehow made her happy and if persevering despite his behavior was what kept that, then she would do it.

After some years this situation had changed Revel. She was no longer even close to the outgoing kid she once was. She was more introverted than she’d ever been, and her attitude developed a disdainful, rebellious pinch to it from all the abuse she’d undergone for those years. She really did try to endure it, for her mother’s sake, but she found herself almost on her breaking point. She had to distance herself.

This is when she decided to join the Military forces. It’d offer her more seclusion from her stepfather than any other job she could think of, and she imagined it was only right to follow in her true father’s footsteps. Soon she’d find that she’d push herself farther and farther to achieve the most she could in order to excel in the forces. She trained incessantly - more than anyone else she knew; with far more dedication.

Affiliations / Relationships
Altria Belrose - [Mother, Tailor/Housewife]
Leon Belrose - [Biological father, deceased]
Rowan Jeinam - [Stepfather, Unemployed]
Zhera Halnaut - [Best friend, Survey Corps]

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished. Just a bit o' fun

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CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Mentions: @TheMushroomLord, @AelitaJezebelle, @t2wave
Location: Personal Containment Hall [Yellow ward]

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The trio hadn’t even been walking for a handful of seconds before they were stopped in their tracks by yet another source of heavy banging noises that left a light ringing aloft in the air. Then there was a pause.

Casey felt his heart thumping in his chest during the silence. Those other sounds from a few moments ago, they’d been in the distance. But these were coming from somewhere ahead of them, down the very hall in which they were standing. He felt his foot shift an inch backwards as the noises continued, but this time with a metallic screeching filling the air. He moved his hand back, only to find that it was now empty - his young companion has slipped away and was moving behind the girl with them.

Wasn’t he scared? No, Casey could feel that he was scared. But if that was the case, why had the boy moved forward when Casey’s own feet wanted to move backwards? He hesitated, but eventually forced himself to move forward, stepping to stand beside the two other individuals he shared the hall with. They moved forward step-by-step until finally the visage of a young girl came into view.

Casey’s head tilted up slightly, his large white pupil-less eyes moving past the girl and to the door behind her -- or rather, what used to be a door. It looked very broken. She had...no. There had to have been a malfunction or something. His eyes turned down to his hands, looking at the inky wisps flowing hesitantly around his wrists and hands. What the hell was going on?

His face turned up again to look at the new figure. Were they.. they weren’t normal, were they? He clearly wasn’t. His gaze shifted once again to the boy in front of him. Was he abnormal? And what about the woman? Where’d she get that weapon?? She seemed just as clueless as he was. His thoughts were racing, and he honestly didn’t know what to even do at this point. All he knew was that the three figures standing in front of him all seemed to be in the same boat - at least he assumed so for the young girl; she had come from a room similar to theirs after all.

Well, there was another thing he knew. They had to find someone to tell them what was going on and where they were.

He felt his gaze pull from those in front of him and to a shape in the corner of his eye. A wide corridor. He looked between his companions and the corridor, hesitantly stepping forward to try and get a good look at what was there. He half-turned back as he began walking, motioning for the three of them to come along. He didn’t know who any of them were, but two of them seemed to young to know any more than he did, and the woman didn’t seem to be hiding anything - so it made sense for them to stick together. He just hoped they weren’t freaking out internally about his appearan-

Wait..

He paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. Did he hear...voices? It took him a few more hesitant steps before he was in motion again, lulling the length of his steps so the group could stick close together. Were those voices someone who could help them? Or were they more people like them, not knowing where the hell they were or why?

He slowed as he approached a turn in the corridor, looking back behind him at his companions to make sure they were still close. He turned forward, peeking his head out to see what was there.

He felt his heart skip a beat as the short tendrils on his head laid back and wiggled anxiously. Four figures. He could hear their voices well enough to discern what they were saying now, but he wasn’t paying attention much. What his brain focused on was that they were dressed the exactly the same as he and his companions - like prisoners of some sort. There was no doubt about it with the matching clothes and the wrist/neck manacles - they were definitely meant to be contained or something. But why? Maybe it didn’t matter, because he felt his muscles relax somewhat.

If they were in the same situation as him, they wouldn’t know anything either, presumably. The term ‘safety in numbers’ popped into his head. It made enough sense. He looked to the three other people he’d been traveling the halls with, motioning encouragingly as he stepped side ways away from the ‘concealment’ that the corner offered.

He turned his gaze to the hall where the four other individuals were - it seemed they’d found what seemed to be the cafeteria. He couldn’t exactly see what it looked like inside unless he approached, but he was sure it’d look just like any normal cafeteria would.

He raised a hand to wave and let out a call on instinct, but once again came up without success. Not being able to speak was really limiting, he had come to realize. He hoped this new group wouldn’t be phased by his appearance - it was a stroke of luck that the two young ones and the long-haired woman he’d already met hadn’t ran away, considering he couldn’t put them at ease verbally.

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Scaredy cat

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RAINBOW SIX: Reckoning

Same cx

Shelter

Cash Kattner

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_{Location: Stockbridge Academy, Teacher’s Lounge}

Date: March 6th, 2019

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Cash sighed as he stood up.

He supposed it was to be expected - the quarrel their group was undergoing. Everyone’s nerves were shocked. They were all on edge. Even him, he noticed, as his hands continued to tremble. He’d seen some shit before, but the scene that played out moments before he would find himself in the teacher’s lounge was gruesome. He shook the thought from his head.

He was glad at least that those of the group weren’t completely debilitated by their fear - well, most of them. They seemed like a reasonably tough bunch. He turned to face the middle of room, having kept an ear open as he mingled amongst the outskirts of the group. Personally, he wouldn’t mind gathering their sanity for a little while before making a decisive movement - but it seemed the group had mostly decided their course of action.

He’d join them, of course - they didn’t say strength in numbers for no reason. But how much that mattered when they were - assumedly — outnumbered themselves...well, he didn’t want to think about it. Plans were all fine and dandy, but when shit hit the fan anything could happen.

At this point -- he only had one plan - survive.

Easier said than done.

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_{Location: Stockbridge Academy, Hallways}

Date: March 6th, 2019

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Cash crept forward, the sole of his sneaker pushing against the floor as he peered cautiously around a wall full of lockers.

Nothing.

He felt himself release a quiet breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He motioned behind him that that hallway seemed clear, aside from a haphazardly placed stray shoe. Unfortunately for them, there were far more halls than just the one.

Cash had taken a more helpful role in their departure from the teacher’s lounge - having taken up a table leg from the local soda-puncher - and assuming one of the frontmost positions of their trepidatiously-moving formation. Brave, one might think - but his heart was beating just as fast as anyone else’s.

What would they even do if they saw something in these halls? Sneaking past them didn't seem likely considering there was more than a couple of them. And fighting them wasn’t something he wanted to do. Especially not with a flimsy table leg from a highschool teacher’s lounge. Although, even if it was a rather unsubstantial weapon, it at least gave him something to do with his hands. He gripped the piece of metal tightly.

Despite the current situation they were in, he found his mind wander elsewhere. The group wasn’t entirely together anymore - some had opted to stay behind in the lounge. He’d attempted to talk them out of their decision - but they’d been adamant. He felt a wrong feeling in the pit of his stomach, leaving them there. But even so, he wasn’t going to risk himself if they wanted to stay behind while the rest of the group tried to escape.

His mind was brought back to the hallway as he heard a voice from behind him. Kaylee, she had said her name was. He wasn’t sure about the proposition. She was right - the food containers would probably be quite cumbersome. But searching the classrooms was dangerous. They could make too much noise - or one of the...’zombies’ could be inside one of the rooms. Well, that was assuming someone had managed to get inside one of the rooms - they could very well be locked due to the situation beforehand.

But, if even one saw them it could easily turn into a shitshow.

He turned his head to the side, keeping his eyes ahead as he spoke in a low, husky tone.

“Er, well.. it might be dangerous. We’d have to be real quiet.”

His mind wandered to the cafeteria. He could maybe fit like, one, maybe two of those cans in his backpack, if he left it open. They’d not be able to take many even if- wait.

“Wait, do y’all think they have some carts sitting around in there? If the casters are quiet enough, we could get a ton of those cans to anywhere in the school.”

Maybe someone had a better idea - but it didn’t hurt to spitball. Plus, even if they did get some workable carts and got caught, those that were unarmed could grab a couple of the supplies during the escape and leave the carts behind.

He hadn’t been very vocal before - in the lounge - but he hoped nobody would hold it against him. He had just seen some poor sons of bitches get their faces eaten off, after all. Any idea was worth discussing - unless they just wanted to end up getting their Halloween costumes super early. And permanently.

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~ AoT: The Western Siege ~ Interest Check

I shouldn’t, but I think I shall :1

Also starting in the Trainee Corps sounds good to me cx

Intertwined | Pokemon

INTERACTING WITH: @Ambra, @King Kindred
LOCATION: New Bark Town

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The only sound in the small, well-lit room was the soft scratching of a pencil against a sheet paper. Katalya held the note steady with one hand as she slowly wrote what she wanted to say in her neat, slightly curved script.

Mama,

Even if I’d rather stay by your side and take care of you while you’re sick, I am so grateful that you support my dream. You have been the best mother I could ever dream of having. You’re always so understanding, wise, and helpful no matter what kind of trouble I find myself in, and I appreciate you more than you know for always taking care of me over the years.

Don’t worry about us while we’re gone, Lily and I will take great care of each other. And I will write you letters whenever you send buckethead to check on us - I promise. I love you so much.

Your daughter,
Katalya

Kat set down her pencil, reading the note over again to make sure it was perfect.

She glanced over to the slowly rising and falling shape of her mother under the thick comforter that laid upon the bed she was sitting at the foot of. Only a couple feet away sat the silhouette of a completely still Bisharp, chin tucked downwards and eyes closed.

She stood, quietly approaching the side of the bed and placing the note on the nightstand next to the sleeping form of her mother. Kat looked to her and watched for a moment as she laid there peacefully. Her eyes took on a slight shiny texture as she looked down at her, realizing that she looked tired even as she slept. She bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her hair.

After a few more moments of sitting on the end of the bed again, Kat stood once more and approached the door to the room. She paused, looking back over her shoulder as if to make sure her mother was still there.

“Hang in there, Mama.”

- - - - -

Moments later she would find herself in the living room, zipping up a stuffed duffel bag full of her tailoring gear and various articles of clothing. Nearby her Pokémon Lily could be seen carrying various objects and placing them into her trainer’s purse. After a couple minutes they seemed ready to go.

“C’mon, Lil’.” Kat said, hauling the bag up over her shoulder. It was a little heavy - she hadn’t ever had to travel before, especially not lugging her gear in a big bag - but she’d endure. She couldn’t just leave the stuff behind, after all. “Let’s get going, I’m sure some of the others are waiting already.”

The small Pokémon’s ears perked up, her bluish-black head tilting up to look over at Kat. It grabbed her friend’s purse and pattered over to her, lifting the smaller bag up to her until she took it and slung it over her shoulder as well. The two of them soon left through the front door, shutting it quietly behind them.

After a short time of walking the duo found themselves approaching the edge of their childhood town. It was a weird feeling - they’d explored the outskirts of the town and the woods around it, but they’d never planned on staying away. But now was different - she felt a slight tightening in her chest. But, the sight of her friends waiting up ahead put the feeling more at ease. She raised her hand and started waving to Cho and Dante - two of her closest friends. She would’ve took them both in a hug if her hands weren’t full due to the heavy duffel bag.

Lily followed closely behind her, her feet patting quietly against the gravelly road. Upon getting closer to the group she quickly darted her way over to the familiar Taillow perched upon the sign, and started to try poking at him with her claws.