GreenGoat

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Nyeh, I should have time for a post by tonight.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

Almost as soon as they were left relatively alone, she started moving about exploring her new surrounding. The last few days were boring, with only Emma's visit to break the monotony. She had stared up at the white ceiling of that hospital room, while the flower by the table side wilted. At least her drugs made it more bearable; floating around in a half haze from under all those suppression and the drugs made it seem like only a little while before she was ushered out again.

Ushered out with several guards, cuffs, and a lot of people observing her.

If she still had the magnetized gauntlets and greaves they made her wear, it would almost feel as if she had never left the first facility at all.

It was no surprise she immediately gravitated towards the piano once she noticed it; it was hard to miss with all its grandeur, especially considering the place they were in. Perhaps it was a good thing the music room was insulated, for she found great pleasure in banging out a cacophonous racket. A new environment with colors and interesting shapes was something she was not used to. Not even the weight of all the suppressors on her could curb her curiosity, nor her incessant banging on the piano.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@LugubriousFigured id tell you, but you have some of your color tags wrong. ^^;

The Crucible - Winner Take All

It was odd.

She passed several abandoned hulks of metal on wheels, most of them seemingly in very good condition. Juniper wasn't a mechanic, nor was she familiar at all with machines, but she was sure most thugs on her world would have dismantled or repaired then repurposed those machines for something else.

Even the gas station, once she arrived, was bare of anything or anyone. There was no mistaking it for what it was, some of the runes around it were easily deciphered to read GAS. It was Gas for sure, an extremely valuable material for practically everyone on her world; it was disconcerting to see the gas station empty and untouched. Unless it was empty, that was. Perhaps no one had thought to fill it up and fortify this place yet. Satisfied with her conclusion, she inspected the gas station but for a few minutes, before deciding to go to the store. She had little use for gas at the moment, but a store could possibly be useful, depending on what it stored of course.

The store, not too far away, was more like a display than any store she had ever seen or was familiar with. Her own store was a simple windowless store, with a sturdy wooden door. This store... Well, perhaps it was a convenient store by virtue of having everything visible and easily reached. But... The glass door appeared to have been broken, probably recently due to the lack of dust upon the shards. Even should she wish to stay hidden, simply walking through the door betrayed her presence, as the door gave off an odd sound.

Almost immediately, a large armored figure appeared, no doubt alerted by the noise the door made. These sort of armored men were an uncommon sight in her world, but every single one of them she had met, all four, were stark raving mad in one way or another. Even if he wasn't, it did not seem as if he was about to invite her to some tea. Juniper was feeling hungry, but that didn't mean she could not fight.

“Have you come for my soul?”

"Oh?" She grinned. "Was that a challenge I hear?"

"Surely you are one of those contestants." Walking nonchalantly and confidently towards the man, she spread out her arm, as if inviting him to attack her with her seemingly reduced guard with several openings. "Perhaps we can talk it over a meal. A drink? Or perhaps even a game?"

Another potential combatant, and another one she had to check. A murderous cur — or anyone who meant to harm or fight her from the beginning — would jump at the chance of a first strike, and those who wouldn't fight, wouldn't. It was a move that made her seem overconfident, or just someone who underestimated her opponent, while the reverse was actually true. Confidence in her style of fighting, was essential; having too much self doubts was as dangerous as a well trained opponent. Even from her position, she was confident she could possibly deflect that weapon should he charge at her.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Ill have something by tonight, or the morning tomorrow. ^^

Puella Magi Dum Spiro Spero--A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Roleplay (Canon Rules, Original Characters and Setting)

Well, I have a concept fleshed out. Will wait for the OOC to post the CS in. ^^

Puella Magi Dum Spiro Spero--A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Roleplay (Canon Rules, Original Characters and Setting)

@NightinGemsweet, ill think of a character concept in the meantime.

Puella Magi Dum Spiro Spero--A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Roleplay (Canon Rules, Original Characters and Setting)

It appears you have caught my attention.

Superpowered

Well, if theres nothing else keeping them there, I think Tomomi is just going to go back home tbh. She's not going to stick around that place, esp if theres a chance the authorities might come in there and question people. Hard to explain to her parents what she was doing in a red light district lol.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

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She woke up with a grimace, as pain racked her entire body.

It felt as if someone took a tenderizing mallet to every inch of her body, then went crazy on her right arm. Hazel was sure that if she was to take off the chainmail and her clothes, her right arm would be bruised deep purple. She wasn't sure what was wrong with her right hand, it felt as if her bones were pieces of hot steel grinding against each other. Trying to raise her arms, the left snagged immediately on the cuffs securing her to the bed she was lying on.

By reflex she bit down on her back teeth. "In events of capture..."

It did not take long for her to wake up completely, enough to notice she was in a white sterile looking room, lying on a bed she was also cuffed to. There were new cuffs on her arms and legs, probably the source of that incredible feeling of being suppressed. Feeling as if her nerves were red hot barbed wire, she brought her right hand to her face. Had it not been for the gloves, she suspected she would had had worse injuries like multiple broken fingers. As it was, three of her fingers seemed bent unnaturally; judging from how it felt, it was simple dislocation. Her face felt as if someone ran a cheese grater on it, and she suspected those flaky bits stuck to her face was her own drying blood.

But Hazel was still alive.

Alive and imprisoned again in a small room. In a way it was reassuring, a familiar feeling of security and certainty. There would be guards out there, if her experiences were any indication. Reaching her right hand over to her left, she gritted her teeth as she popped out her fingers one by one back into position.

She was hungry, thirsty and in pain, not to mention tired and slightly disoriented by the extra cuffs they slapped on her. But still, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep.