I’m down for two and three. Two might be more effort, so it also depends on everyone else. I’m less busy-ish, but everything is quite hectic on my end. I actually had that response that I posted ever since the first wave of our starters were posted. So yeah, it just all depends.
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The music was muffled, but still plain as day from the dressing room. The dancers switched into their raunchy outfits with practiced ease. Some chose to look jarringly different from their usual selves (with the aid of makeup), but others didn't care as much. One Sirpetes girl was not immune to the allure of being remembered, both inside this job and her other one. Dreadlocks of hair were, for once, tamed. Soft black curls framed caramel-colored skin, bouncing as the girl shifted the crimson fabric of her 'work uniform'. The golden bangles on her bare ankles were adjusted for maximum comfort. Nidia's lips quirked in amusement, eyes still trained on perfecting her outfit. "Familiar in a good way or a bad way?" she teased. "You know how much I hate working with handsier clients. But, unfortunately, they do tend to bring in the best info. And they pay well." Her breath left her in a pouty sigh at the reminder of some of the 'private dances' she had been requested for, but she immediately perked up at the veiled praise of another dancer. 'I am good at finding bounties, aren't I,' she thought with a prideful tone. She let out a small chuckle. "The help is appreciated, however better-skilled I might be at my other job. Those 10000 chits sound nice, though...I'll be sure to follow up with it after I'm done wheedling extra tidbits of information tonight."
Nidia turned her attention away from her outfit and watched as the holoscreen appeared, revealing an ugly brute of a Trennel. She absentmindedly swapped out her piercings for flashier ones as she read the info, eyes scanning for the most minute details. Lithe fingers organized and compressed the data, swiping it to a disguised databand on her wrist. Her acid green eyes held their usual mischievous sparkle. With a lopsided grin, she swerved her head back to the one co-worker she would undoubtedly refer to as a friend. "Ylis, darling, you know I only work my body when it benefits me. Which isn't often. Besides, not everyone can be as naturally talented as you dear. So I, of course, would prefer to stick to both my literal and figurative guns."
She gracefully plopped herself into the empty space beside him, playfully mimicking his pose. A breathy laugh escaped her. With sarcasm lacing her words, she teased the Orvon. "Yes, thank you so much for your concern Lissy, I'm sure I'll certainly get beaten to a pulp by that terrifying thug. Because I most definitely haven't dealt with larger criminals before. I'll be absolutely," her hand raised to her chest dramatically. "Positively," her hand grasped her neck. "Helpless." The ornately painted nails of the Sirpetes glinted as her hand fanned her in a mock gesture of being overwhelmed. She leaned back casually, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up in a show of self-assuredness. "Trennels are famed for their lack of duplicity, integrity, and above all: intellect. That last one is reserved for higher-ups. And their skin looks tough, but I doubt it'll be a match for my acid. So, yeah, I can take this bounty. I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake."
As she said that last bit, a soft noise sounded in the dressing room signaling that it was time for the dancers to switch out. Nidia jumped quickly on her feet, shooting a smirk at the Orvon. "Looks like that's our cue. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
The Sirpetes practically bounced on the balls of her feet as they made their way to the stage. Some dancers exchanged quick pleasantries with the last shift before trudging on. The neon lights flashed here and there, with the usual haze in the air. The faintest shimmer from the force field was visible, although probably more noticeable to a more trained eye. All the strobing lights glanced pleasingly off the golden bangles of the dancers as they moved. Acid green eyes scanned the crowd for those familiar faces Ylis had mentioned.
Nidia turned her attention away from her outfit and watched as the holoscreen appeared, revealing an ugly brute of a Trennel. She absentmindedly swapped out her piercings for flashier ones as she read the info, eyes scanning for the most minute details. Lithe fingers organized and compressed the data, swiping it to a disguised databand on her wrist. Her acid green eyes held their usual mischievous sparkle. With a lopsided grin, she swerved her head back to the one co-worker she would undoubtedly refer to as a friend. "Ylis, darling, you know I only work my body when it benefits me. Which isn't often. Besides, not everyone can be as naturally talented as you dear. So I, of course, would prefer to stick to both my literal and figurative guns."
She gracefully plopped herself into the empty space beside him, playfully mimicking his pose. A breathy laugh escaped her. With sarcasm lacing her words, she teased the Orvon. "Yes, thank you so much for your concern Lissy, I'm sure I'll certainly get beaten to a pulp by that terrifying thug. Because I most definitely haven't dealt with larger criminals before. I'll be absolutely," her hand raised to her chest dramatically. "Positively," her hand grasped her neck. "Helpless." The ornately painted nails of the Sirpetes glinted as her hand fanned her in a mock gesture of being overwhelmed. She leaned back casually, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up in a show of self-assuredness. "Trennels are famed for their lack of duplicity, integrity, and above all: intellect. That last one is reserved for higher-ups. And their skin looks tough, but I doubt it'll be a match for my acid. So, yeah, I can take this bounty. I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake."
As she said that last bit, a soft noise sounded in the dressing room signaling that it was time for the dancers to switch out. Nidia jumped quickly on her feet, shooting a smirk at the Orvon. "Looks like that's our cue. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
The Sirpetes practically bounced on the balls of her feet as they made their way to the stage. Some dancers exchanged quick pleasantries with the last shift before trudging on. The neon lights flashed here and there, with the usual haze in the air. The faintest shimmer from the force field was visible, although probably more noticeable to a more trained eye. All the strobing lights glanced pleasingly off the golden bangles of the dancers as they moved. Acid green eyes scanned the crowd for those familiar faces Ylis had mentioned.
@Jangel13 So should we make our posts pre-response to @Aurrorian and also in response to?
Also, @Ryteb Pymeroce would those with Persona abilities be the only people who could see Ren/hear Ren, kind of like it was for Morgana?
Also, @Ryteb Pymeroce would those with Persona abilities be the only people who could see Ren/hear Ren, kind of like it was for Morgana?
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Mi Yu-na. Artist, musician, vice president of the Student Council. Rich girl. The lucky one. She had a lot of titles, but she dismissed the ones given to her by the other students. And she probably wasn't being the best role model. One earbud was in, blasting one of her favorites bands: ONE OK ROCK. She was tapping the rhythm out on the desk absentmindedly. Whenever the teacher looked at her hoping she'd answer, she just pretended she wasn't paying attention. Someone else was answering them, which was unusual. But a lot of unusual things were happening lately. Her brain was focused on combating these new killings. It tore off the scab of healing after her mother's death. Was she depressed? No. She was determined to find this blood eye and bring them to justice. Her fingers grabbed up her pen as she started to tap the beat on her notebook. She started writing a rough draft of new policies to keep students safe, as well as her own notes on her personal investigation.
Soft whispers of the lyrics of the next song left her as she thought. It had to be an adult. Somebody with experience in wielding sharp objects. That could range from medical officials to chefs...and it had to be someone either connected to the victims or knew someone connected to the victims. Or perhaps there was even an accomplice. There was a lapse in thought as a favorite song of hers came on. 'The Day' by Porno Graffitti. It was a welcome break from her stressed thoughts. And it also brought up some good memories of her brother taking her to their concert in Osaka. They did a tour with Uverworld and Flow. It had gone late, but it was during the summer so it didn't matter. She remembered that her brother had given her an open seat to rest in, which had turned into her falling asleep. Koya had carried her home.
She shook herself out of her nostalgia as a new song came on. Her mind drifted back to the cases...mostly female fingers with rings. But what had kept her brain stuck for the past few nights were the male fingers. There had to be a reason there were fingers from men. Some had speculated that it was nothing, but that hadn't sated her. She knew it was an important detail, but she couldn't figure out why. Tap tap. If it was just females, it would be easier. The evidence would have pointed to either spurned love and jealousy, or a grudge against unfaithful girls masquerading as otherwise. Perhaps it was the same but with males? Tap tap tap. Maybe the killer was bi? It wouldn't be too far-fetched. And it seemed too thought out and methodical to be a crime of passion. Those cases were usually easily solved because the killer didn't think it through. No, they were dealing with a cold-blooded killer. Or at least, it was assumed the victims were dead. Maybe that's what they wanted the public to think? Maybe...tap tap. Her mind drifted down a spiral of speculation as she tapped out the beats of her music.
@BurningDaisies Thank you! She's an alien OC I've had for a little bit. Also her fiance (which I did not include them because they're too nice for lots of things).
And it's edited!
And it's edited!
@BurningDaisies Mine is finally done. Let me know what you think!
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