Last long day of work for me tonight. I'll likely whip something up after I get back, same as before. After that, if necessary, I should be free to post more often.
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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it.
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~m y l i t t l e s o c i o p a t h~
The thin sliver of sun cresting the horizon cast a dim light on the serene face of Chloe Hartmann, who seemed half asleep and half awake as she lay on a green hill overlooking the city of Aurora, staring at the horizon over the high-rises and skyscrapers. To look at it from so far away, the place looked peaceful, as though everything happening within its borders was under control. For a moment, Chloe almost wished that she was still human, that she didn't have to worry about the purity of her Soul Gem or witches or anything like that.
"Well... almost, anyway."
Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered.
"...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?"
"Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend.
"It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch.
Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!"
"Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."
"Well... almost, anyway."
Holding up a grief seed in her hand, she put it in front of her face where the sun was to block out the light from her eyes. "Like my own little star... Heh. Getting sentimental in my old age," she announced to nobody in particular. It's true, for a Magical Girl, she was older than average. But that rarely meant anything for beings who could conceivably be immortal. Nobody looked up to her anyway. Nobody respected her wisdom, because she was not wise. But there were people who respected her strength. And in this world, that was all that mattered.
"...That's right. The strength to kill witches. The power to get grief seeds. You need them to pay tribute so that you can live a peaceful life. Right? That's the law around here. Nobody can go against it. Against 'Order.' That's what you said, right?"
"Right?" She asked, turning to face behind her at the small pile of broken bodies that lay at the very top of the hill. Three or perhaps four humans, limbs broken and askew, and absolutely, without a doubt, deceased. Chloe smiled warmly at them as she continued talking, as though addressing an old and trusted friend.
"It looks like your power couldn't stand up to a real test. That's just not power at all, then, is it? Huh." With a wry smile, Chloe threw on her headphones, cranking the volume up to maximum before setting into her business. Snapping a stout branch off a nearby tree, she shoved it hard through the pile of dead bodies and into the ground, like a gruesome, primitive sacrifice or something. Turning up her nose in disgust, she placed the final touch on her project, wedging the Grief Seed into a split in the branch.
Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she spoke again, quite loudly since she couldn't hear her own voice over the music pumping into her ears. "Well, that's what you wanted, right?! The Grief Seed?! If you want something, you should have the strength to reach out and grab it! That's what life is! There's four of you, so with a bit of teamwork, you'll figure something out!"
"Well, if somebody wants it bad enough, they'll find it I'm sure," Chloe thought out loud to herself as she began her descent down the hill and into the city, whistling in between her sentences. "Maybe somebody who's truly strong this time."
I'll get a post up tonight after work.
Updated. It's buried in her final bio paragraph, but it exists, and hopefully that's enough that you can find it if you skim through. My real work hasn't exactly started up again yet, so I won't update my RP sheet just yet. This contract is a bit of an outlier anyway, so as far as my schedule is concerned, everything's proceeding as usual starting from monday again.
Personally, I think there's enough potential for drama and stuff to carry a plot just with the dynamic between the folks we have at the moment, in a small-group-y sort of way. The more the merrier obviously, but I don't think we'll be too stranded if we wanted to start sooner rather than later, and hopefully more folks will join with time.
Still around. Working 12-15 hour days until possibly monday though, just for the record, so if I can't get a post up before then, it's because holy shit I'm tired :p
-Walpurgisnacht is still a major event to be concerned with, if only because of how strong it is.
You gonna get a character or two in here, boss? Or are you mostly just gonna take on NPCs and stuff? Just curious.
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