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The Sinners

Finally posted! I might do some minor edits (sorta rushed, because I didn't want to keep you guys waiting XD), but I shouldn't change a lot unless I completely messed up on something. Really sorry for taking so long, though. They found me in my isolated corner right after I posted that, so I couldn't get to work until two hours after that. x.x

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She awoke to the sound of voices, incoherent and unfamiliar, whispering so close to her ear it made her shiver. It was no use making out what the voices were saying; there were far too many speaking at once, and their words mixed into unintelligible chatter. Disoriented and still groggy, Emmy tried to rouse, but it was to no avail. She could feel herself laying face down on the concrete, but that was as much as she could glean off from her surroundings. Her eyes felt as though they were stitched shut, and her body refused to move as a dull ache coursed through every part of it. She was already beginning to panic. Where were the others? Was she alone? What happened? She racked her brain, trying to recall what went on before she blacked out, but could pickup only jagged bits and pieces. The Damned. Fighting. A Warehouse. She was with the rest of the Sins, and then--

That's when she heard it, just as loud as the one that had knocked them out hours earlier. An explosion. Emmy was still unable to move from where she lay on the ground, but she fought against the pain and somehow managed to force her arms to move, shielding her head as she braced for the inevitable impact. But it never came. There were only more voices, getting louder and louder until they've drowned out her own thoughts.

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11:11 PM | Three hours, nineteen minutes before 'Mission: Support the Damned'

Emmy loved it best when all the members of the group were together, just like they were now. Okay, so they were together a lot. But during downtimes, the rest of them went off to do their own thing, and she only had Sloth and Envy for company. The two of them would have been perfectly fine, but they tended to leave eighty percent of the conversations to her. Sometimes they'd just let her babble on, and although she doesn't usually notice, she gets upset when she does. They were often busy, as well—Sloth sleeping or otherwise, Ash doing whatever it was Sloth had him do—so she would be left to entertain herself. Luckily, that wasn't the case today.

Sloth had just announced their mission for the night: supporting the Damned in the upcoming fight. There was more to it, but she usually let the others worry about the details. They wouldn't need to leave for two and a half hours, so Emmy thought the group could do some sort of bonding activity. She had a list of things they could do (board games, video games, drinking games; she googled the ‘top ten things to do' so everyone could have some fun), and had been waiting excitedly to be able to do some. Emmy was quick to take a liking to all the other Sins, but she knew the others weren't as comfortable with each other yet and that needed to be fixed. Unfortunately, just as she thought to get out some drinks for the game, she noticed Sloth had already transformed her throne into her royal mattress. Like clockwork, she'd be asleep within minutes. Then, not long after, Sam went off to play at the arcade (even though she protested they had video games there). Ash had his orders, so she knew he'd be focusing on that until he carried it out. Even Angel seemed ready to sleep.

With a childish huff, Emmy plopped down next to Harry on the couch, sitting closer than what the concept of personal boundaries allowed. She could tell he was already putting on his thinking cap and getting ready to go to his mind palace, so she decided to just go with the flow and just take a quick snooze as well. So much for bonding time. Pulling Joni beside her, she all but used the younger boy as a body pillow as she wrapped arms and legs around him.

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Around 1:40 AM | Mission start.

Long hair tied up in a high ponytail and adorned with a bow, and dressed in a short white dress with butterfly patterns and frilled edges, it was safe to say Emmy stood out like a sore thumb. If a passerby were to see her, they'd think she'd have to have been kidnapped. But as out of place as she looked, there was no denying that Emmy acted like she belonged in there. As the fight officially began—initiated by their awesome leader, of course—and the rest of the Sins joined in the fray, Emmy simply stood her ground, head held high and an impossibly sweet smile on her face. Like she expected, no one had gone straight for her, opting instead for the rest of her team. She didn't know whether it was because she knew more than half of the members of each gang (there were even some who greeted her when they thought she was smiling at them), or because anyone who goes to her attack her would be called a pussy, but when they were in fights like these, she usually didn't have to worry.

Still rooted in her spot, Emmy simply cheered excitedly as Sam went through one thug after another, playfully mimicking his moves. She egged on the others who were too afraid to fight their Pride and targeted the other Sins instead, calling them colorful but strange monikers that got them annoyed. It wasn't like the others weren't a force to reckon with, though. Ash and Sloth could handle themselves fine, Harry was all set and trigger-happy, and Angel finished off those who lurked in the shadows.

If anything, it was the young Joni she tended to watch out for, even though he would probably fare better than her. When she saw one with a knife running toward their Wrath, Emmy was quick to rush toward him. But before she could reach him, one of their enemies finally had the gall to approach her. He was at least a head taller and was probably twice her width, and he ran to her with a strangled war cry. It was difficult to see if this was one of the men she knew, disfigured as he was with his broken and bloodied nose and swollen eyes. At least she knew he was obviously one of Sam's victims.

Emmy just laughed, pissing the thug off even more as he charged toward her. "I'll kill you, fucking slut," he yelled.

"That's Lust, silly," she said with feigned innocence, falling into the defensive stance she was taught. Emmy may not be the fighting machine Pride was, but she was surprisingly excellent at defensive and counteractive maneuvers. Even though it didn't work out (and yes, that's an understatement) with the old gang she was with it, she would always be grateful that they taught her Aikido.

Just as the thug swung his fist wildly at her, aiming to get her head, Emmy raised her arm and used it to redirect her assailant's attack. He ended up attacking air instead. Before he could even try to regain his balance, she grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm. She forcibly pushed back on his twisted arm, putting all her weight into it, driving him to the ground face first. The impact was too much for his already bruised and battered face, and he fell unconscious right on contact. Emmy dusted herself off and made a show off patting the felled thug on the head. After quickly checking whether Joni was unharmed, she rejoined the Sinners as they convened in the building.

The group had hardly stepped inside before things went crazy. Kaboom the building went! There was a split second when Emmy was aware of everything. She could see her some of fellow Sin being blasted back by the explosion, some getting engulfed by the strange black gas. Then she felt the impact for herself, and she was helpless as her body was flung against the hard wall.

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2:30 AM | Aftermath

"Emmy, hey, wake up,"

This time, it was a familiar voice that spoke to her. Angel's. She could feel him gently nudging her awake, and she almost felt like crying in relief. At least she knew the others were safe and she wasn't alone. As she slowly reoriented herself, the events leading up to blackout became clearer until she finally shared everyone's sense of urgency. She moved as quickly as she could, keeping a tight grip on Angel all the while, and followed everyone as they all raced back to their base.

Once everyone (minus one, she noticed belatedly) had settled down, it became obvious that no one could make heads or tails of what had just happened. Emmy was uncharacteristically quiet. Wordlessly, she had taken hold of the person nearest her, Harry it turned out, and clung to his arm like a lifeline. There were voices that continued to whisper in her mind, and she didn't know how to make it stop. And now, a wave of insecurity washed over her, like she was dreading the uncertainty that hung in the air. It was a strange sensation, something she'd never felt before.

What was wrong with her?

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Gonna catch up with all the posts now!
Every time I try to sit down and get my post going, someone goes and bothers me. ;~; But I've found a nice isolated corner for now, so hopefully no one will find me here~ XD

Equilibrium | Fire Emblem

The priest was quick to fluster, Evie noted, biting her cheeks to keep from smiling. It was difficult for her to resist teasing people who were so easily affected, but she was holding up rather well for now. Instead of pushing the poor man further from his comfort zone to test his threshold, Evie was graciously smiling at him as he introduced himself, not a sliver of her mischievous inclinations showing. She really mustn’t break character, not when she had just begun to assimilate.

"It's a pleasure to finally be acquainted," Evie said to both men, as she handed over the waterskin to the Dark Mage. If her bare shoulder happened to brush gently against Tim as she did so, then it could only have been an accident. "My name is Genevieve, but please do call me Evie."

Evie gave both a subtle but lingering glance, in an attempt to glean information. She needed to find out how to act, which types of action would be most beneficial. The obviously bashful Tim would seem easy to win over. From experience, she learned that people like Tim would be more receptive of gentleness instead of a more aggressive show of attention. She watched as he instinctively casts his gaze downwards, and immediately took note to tiptoe around him. He was definitely one to befriend. Tim was the only dedicated healer she'd seen from this group, and she didn't want to scare him away. It meant she can't tease him as she pleases, and she resisted the urge to pout at the thought.

Talbot was harder to unwrap. Her initial observations led her to believe that he was that eternal optimist that liked to brighten up one's day. He played his music to lift spirits, after all. But Evie intuitively knew that there was more to him than that, and she also knew she wouldn't see this other side until they've escaped the confines of the desert.

"I've been meaning to ask—" Evie started, but immediately got distracted as she spotted a distant figure in the horizon, approaching the group slowly. Currently unarmed and very exposed, Evie took a few steps back and positioned herself strategically behind both men. She wasn't sure if this person was a Shepherd, but she sure as hell wasn't going to risk anything.

Evie pointed at the figure gradually nearing them. From here, she could make out his dark hair and heavy robes, both in stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. "Talbot, do you know who that is?"

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That sounds good. :) I feel like when the RP starts off too long before the actual plot starts, it tends to stagger, so it's good that we're getting straight to where the fun is.

btdubs, I just wanted to post this as reference, 'cause I'm too lazy to sift through three different pages. XD

The Sinners
Sloth
Wrath
Greed
Envy
Gluttony
Lust
Pride

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I'm good. Really excited to start~ :D
As a side note, I think I'll work on a quick relationship sheet for Emmy right now, just so I can get a feel of how she'd interact with them.

G'night, Haze!

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That sounds like fun, actually. 83
Sloth can throw Emmy at Envy when she's getting particularly bothersome, and it'll be interesting seeing how those two would interact. It's funny imagining quiet and stoic Ash when Emmy starts getting clingy.

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Haha, would Sloth be against Emmy basically living in their base? While she has the means to get her own place, Emmy could never live on her own. I can see her quietly snuggling up to Sloth whenever she's fast asleep, giving the leader even more trouble.

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I've been editing my CS, because I just realized I'd rush so many things in my excitement to turn in one. I added Aikido in Emmy's skillset, to cover her on the fighting aspect. I can see her as the type who won't outright attack, and specialize in counterattacking instead. Then she'd incorporate her abilities in some guile manner, and either try to get an enemy to fight for her or find an object whose residual information could help her out. I've fleshed out her personal story arc a bit as well, just so you get a clearer idea.

I love the banners, as well. <3 I like when there are visuals to supplement the posts.

And good luck, Nyarla! Now I'm getting nervous, but I'm glad this got more interest. :D

The Sinners

Name: Emmeline Clarke
Title: Lust
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Emmy

Personality: Armed with sweet, playful smiles and long lashes that bat just the right way, it's hard to see Emmy as anything but a sweetheart. She knows just what to say to brighten up your day, and has an infectious laugh that's sure to put a smile on your face. And what's more, she's just the right blend of innocent and impish, in the seductive-but-still-somehow-coy manner that seems to attract others a fair bit. People have been known to instinctively gravitate toward her, whether it's from an unexplainable desire to protect her and keep her unusually romantic notions of the world intact, or from a more primal desire.

But just as a rose has its thorns, a closer look at Emmy reveals that she's not as harmless and innocent as she appears to be. No, far from it. In reality, Emmy is chiefly ruled by her uncontrollable urges. She prioritizes herself above all else and does what she wants, when she wants, consequences be damned. Others tend to initially misconstrue her self-centered impulses as some endearing quirk, but the longer they know her, the more they realize that it's not the case. Emmy also suffers from a severe case of monophobia. As a result, she has become dangerously dependent, actually unable to survive on her own. She cannot stand being alone, even for a brief moment. She'll go through a full-blown panic attack if she's ever alone. In fact, the main reason behind her saccharine façade is simply to ensure there will always be someone beside her to take care of her and keep her company

Abilities: Having relied on others for anything and everything, Emmy hasn't many abilities to brag about. She didn't possess any valuable life skills and she absolutely won't last a day on her own. To remedy this, her previous gang trained her in the art of Aikido, which she surprisingly picked up fast. So while Emmy likes to make herself scarce during battles, preferring instead to beguile someone into fighting for her, she isn't left completely vulnerable. She also has her charms, if that counts for anything. Emmy has a way of drawing people's attention that's nearly foolproof.

Power: In a way befitting her moniker, Emmy's abilities solely revolve around tactile sensations. It's a strange derivation of psychometry, infused with some matter of telepathy. When in direct contact with other beings, Emmy is able to read their thoughts and emotions. The connection only lasts as long as she is touching them, and she can only read what they are presently thinking and feeling. During prolonged contact and depending on how susceptible to suggestion the person is, Emmy might also be able to cast her influence on the person, in a manner similar to hypnosis. This works best if the person has willingly submitted to Emmy.

Her power works on nonliving entities as well, although with slightly different results. When touching objects, she is able to perceive any of its residual information. In most cases, it serves only for investigative purposes, such as learning who has used the object last and for what reason. But if she were to touch objects with deeper psychic imprints, which are often items that people have strong attachments for, she would be able to channel memories of its use. For instance, if she were to touch someone's favorite guitar, she would be able to channel its memories and be able to play as well as the guitar's owner.

Of course, her abilities are not without its downsides. First and foremost, it's not something she can 'turn off.' Everything she touches gives her a barrage of information and it takes time for her to sort through them. It's also difficult for her to control what to retain, so any information she has one day may be completely gone the next. Because of the nature of her abilities, her dependence for contact is increased tenfold, to the point that it's almost crippling. Touching becomes something of sustenance to Emmy, and if she is deprived of skin-to-skin contact long enough, she would actually physically weaken.

How you joined the sinners: Emmy left her previous gang around the same time Sloth began forming her own. She thought it was destiny. Afraid and unwilling to be by herself, Emmy actively sought out Sloth, and worked hard to win her over. Every day, she would follow her around and keep her company, doing whatever she can to help her (although, often she just gave her more trouble). Emmy will never really know whether Sloth relented because she saw some use for her, or because she just wanted her to stop with her incessant pestering, but she eventually has become a full-fledged member of the Sinners, and she couldn't be happier.

Personal Arc: Emmy was given up for adoption when she was nine, after her deluded mother was certain she was trying to steal her stepfather's attentions. Ever since, she has been hopping from one family to another, unable to stay with one without causing some sort of problem. It was a pattern: for the first few months, her new family would be utterly in love with her, but then slivers of her real self would show, until finally, she would cause strife between members of the family. It wasn't until eight years and eleven families later, when she turned seventeen (practically old enough to be considered a legal adult) that she was finally kicked out of the foster system.

Alone for the first time, a panic-stricken and desperate Emmy turned to the first person willing to take her in. It just so happened that this person was the leader of a gang, and he kindly took her under his wing. She became something of a prized possession to him, and he blatantly favored her over the rest of his members. Just as she thought she'd found a permanent home, she became a source of discord once again, when the members start getting jealous of the attentions given to the newbie. Emmy would end up leaving the gang after a year.

(I was thinking it could be one of the gangs the Sinners will eventually fight? I imagined they would be this sort of Chess-themed gang for some reason.)