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Arknights: 5S

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Great, you can throw her into the character tab. I'll get a starting post up tomorrow hopefully.

I also wanted to ask both of you if there were any canon operators you would like to be NPCs in this RP?

@Stern Algorithm

Ah, and before I forget: I feel like it's borderline necessary to have Aoife interact with Reed at some point.

Amygdala Circuit

As usual, Dahlia's voice interrupted the static.

"Just breathe for me, okay?"

The frantic thoughts jerked, and Quinn breathed.

In, out. One, two, three.

She dropped her hands from her forehead and found a few strands of hair coming along with them where she'd pulled them out at the roots. They trembled as she held them out in front of her, staring sightlessly at them with an eye at once vague, faraway, and horrified. Not just her hands; her whole body was shivering along with them. Her jaw clenched and unclenched unconsciously, creaking out a rhythm on her bones. The same refrain seethed through her head: why? Why? Why? Why?

In, out. One, two, three.

The frantic hammering of her heart, so deafening in her ears, began to slow, to abate. She pulled her hands into fists, squeezing them rock hard in an effort to stop them from shaking. It worked. Up to a point. It was no longer so visible or extreme, but she still felt it, even if it couldn't be seen as well. She squeezed harder, closing her eye tight and trying to blot everything out so she could think straight.

In, out. One, two, three.

Now she finally began to calm down. The full-body shivering was almost gone now, and the hands weren't too far behind. She let the tight fists go, and her eye opened as well. It was still a little distant, but at least it seemed to be focused this time, as she pulled herself out of her head.

Her voice was still weak and reedy, but it wasn't as bad, and it wasn't frantic. She was almost sadly proud at how it almost didn't shake like a leaf, even if you could steal hear the tears in it.

"I..."

"I felt under my eyepatch." She let her fingers skate lightly over the fabric in question, swallowing down another spike of fear and confusion.

"Why didn't anyone ever tell me?"

Arknights: 5S

Hmm, she's more a blob of threads really, all people are to Seven.

But beyond that their proooobably simultaneously frayed and frozen simultaneously, with lots of the 'better' threads seemingly snipped off or frayed and leading to dead ends. Oh, and given the extent of Infection, it's incredibly 'twisted'. Probably manifests as some kind of mold growing on her that gives off very, very bad vibes.

While Seven can kinda deduce that Aoife has had a rough past, and has some connection to ice, she doesn't really know more then that. Her hatred for the sight basically means it's only useful for identifying human vs non-human and for general vibes. In the end it's manifestation is coloured by her experiences in the Infy Icefields, so she's more geared towards differentiating say, demons and humans compared to actually divining stuff through threads.

@Nanolyte

Oh that's SUPER neato. Such a cool power.

Arknights: 5S

You know, just rereading Seven's sheet @Nanolyte, I am really curious what 'twisted karma' Aoife shows; she's had an odd life and all.

Arknights: 5S

Ooooh, neato! Love the hippogryphs, dead nations unite!

Arknights: 5S

@Nanolyte Holy fuck I love her she's so EXTRA

Arknights: 5S

The first response to Jericho's question was a quiet but drawn-out groan of pain as the blue-white Vouivre sitting on a chair in the corner grit her teeth and opened her eyes. She reached her hand out in front of her, staring for a moment at the black crystal lesion that now sprouted from its back before dropping it back down again and glancing up at the clock that sat on the left wall. 12:43, it said; her next session with Polka wasn't until 1:15. She had half an hour to burn, and it wasn't like she was doing much good sitting here trying to ignore the feeling of the crystals growing from her body.

Rolling her neck as she always had, she sucked in a breath through a tight cage of teeth as a bone-deep ache shot through it. Right. Just another thing that she needed to stop doing as a result of her new...situation.

"Mhmm," she intoned softly, voice a touch husky from held back pain. She shook her head, cleared her throat, focused on the problem at hand instead of the pain of the growths. "Yes," she tried again, this time louder and clearer, as she hauled herself to her feet. She wasn't really that tall from head to toe, but her relatively imposing horns added several inches, and made her look both taller and more threatening than she at all was.

From force of long habit she tapped a finger against the handle of the sword strapped to her back. Perhaps she didn't need it here in Hisn-ul-Zahra; but after the years, she only felt comfortable when it was with her, so she kept it strapped to her even during her sessions with Polka. And as usual these days--the past few weeks--when she tapped the sword...

...Ah, there it was. The frigid wave rippled up her arm, even in the desert heat. Her...her Arts letting her know that they were still there, and did not much appreciate being contained and unused--she shook her head again like trying to clear cobwebs out, then reached up to rub the the temples at the base of her horns. Needed to calm down and talk like a normal person. Half an hour and then she could relax with Polka and relish the (relative) relief from symptoms that followed in the wake of her music.

"Yes, of course I'll help look." The lilt of her Taran voice shook, but held. "It would be bad if--" Her constant low headache pulsed and she flinched, reaching a hand up and pressing it to the side of her head briefly. Her symptoms were bad today. "Nghh, sorry. It would be bad if he went off somewhere and we couldn't find him." Left unsaid was a kind of guarded curiosity. She'd vaguely heard of operator Seven, but she hadn't been with Rhodes Island long enough to meet. Never let it be said that either Ash Girl or Aoife Eóganachta didn't like meeting new people; and this woman certainly looked interesting.

Arknights: 5S

<Snipped quote by Nanolyte>

Great, you can throw her into the character tab. I'll get a starting post up tomorrow hopefully.

I also wanted to ask both of you if there were any canon operators you would like to be NPCs in this RP?

@Stern Algorithm

I think maybe Firewatch might be neat occasionally, since she's the one who saved Aoife's life.

Arknights: 5S

Well god gee dang, I do love her and that personality is going to gel really strangely with Aoife's. Excited.

Amygdala Circuit

It took more than a few moments for Quinn to collect herself enough to lift her face from her knees. The eyepatch was still settled on her face, but it was noticeably out of position, had clearly been shifted around a bit. It took some more time to collect herself even after lifting her face enough to reply; and when she did, her voice was thin and reedy and filled with a deep, cold, miserable confusion as she battled to force the words out of her throat.

"I--"

"Deelie, I--I looked...felt, I...I..." She swallowed hard, like she could gulp the lump back down her throat as tears still leaked from her eye. "...I, under my eyepatch, I, I felt it, I--." The words decayed into rambling static, then lapsed into silence, as she tried and failed to keep a hold on herself, to stabilize all the emotions rampaging through her. She took a deep breath, then: one, two, three. Just focus on that. Focus on the breathing. Don't focus on anything else, just the breathing. It took her well over a minute of just shuddering against the wall to finally resume what she'd been saying.

"I...felt under my eyepatch for, for the first time ever" She was slowly beginning to uncurl as she grew slightly--slightly--calmer."Roaki looked at it. It's...It's--"

A part of her didn't want to say it. Like saying it would make it real. But that was stupid kid thinking. It was real, and nothing she could do would make it any less so. But even so, her voice dropped to a pained whisper, still cut with tears.

"Why? Why?" She reached up to her hair, yanking at her bangs as her voice grew once again heavily agitated. "Why didn't he tell me, Deelie?"

By the time she finished, she was almost yelling:

"Does he hate me?"