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Current I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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2 yrs ago
Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
3 yrs ago
Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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8 yrs ago
They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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A pinch of the bridge of the nose, a rub of sore, tired eyes as she leaned back against a clean spot on the wall. Both things that were almost universal gestures for Dezzie. Frustration and confusion.

The triple-shot cappuccino lay untouched by the entrance where she'd placed it carefully down after she realized that the brand-new red stains were the remnants of people, so add exhaustion to the roster too. The damn thing was cold by now anyway. She'd never worked with Section 7 before, and seeing some of the characters that they had on staff now and then, she wasn't sure she wanted to be if this was the kind of thing they dealt with on a regular basis.

And, of course, there was some horror there too, and no small amount. If the audit hadn't been at 9 o'clock in the morning--if she hadn't gone to get coffee after a long night spent poring over what the database said on the Saniwas and grousing about having to go to an audit--then she'd probably be a splatter of paint right now too. And in her particular line of work, she wasn't exactly used to seeing this level of carnage. She was just...really good at ignoring it.

Man. Lantanas were her favorite flower, too.

She'd given a brief statement to the one who was in charge of the whole operation; Armand something-or-other. But it wasn't much to go on. Now the vaunted and mysterious Section 7 were having a little powwow. She opened her eyes again, ceased rubbing her nose, and walked in to join the circle. Was she specifically invited? No, no she was not, and the question the boss-man was asking was almost certainly not directed at her. But she was the closest they had to a witness, so she had just as much right to talk as any of 'em.

A fly guy--rather, a guy that was in fact a fly--was speaking (buzzing?) now. What he was saying was interesting and relevant, certainly. The lack of any other forms of life, any scavengers, was certainly an important puzzle piece, even if she didn't understand it right now. Still. She turned her white-pupiled eyes on him, fixing him with a flat stare.

"Head cheese," she said tonelessly. "'Got the big idea.' All you can eat sausage buffet." Her lip curled up with a hint of mild contempt. "Show some respect to the dead."

With that, she looked over to the gray-skinned...human? She felt like a human, but also not like a human, and not just because she had concrete-colored skin...who was now approaching as she said her piece. She hmmed, glancing up to the ceiling as she thought.

"Okay, sure, I'd buy that a demon who could do this would be slapped with every kind of curse, and we've had a few cases in cybersec about unlicensed use of contracts." She crossed her arms, cocked her head to the side.

"But even disregarding the license, when one is established with a powerful demon they need to curse them to restrict their magic anyway, and I don't think I've ever heard of an artifact that can do something like this. They're far too specific, and they don't have anywhere near this kind of power regardless."

Then, finally, she turned to the group at large, flashing her ID card and, with a quick application of magic, making sure her uniform fell on her perfectly. "Dezzie Smirnova, Section 6, cybersec." She yawned heavily. "Whatever caused this worked fast. I stepped out for coffee. Ten minutes, fifteen tops. When I got back it was already done. I think it's probably a human too since a curse is easier to get around with two points of connection. But I'm not usually one for field work, and a curse has to be circumvented either way, so don't count on it 100%."
Oh Lorelei got recruited first for sure. As it is, Dezzie is still in Section 6. The whole first arc is basically her recruitment arc.
@ERode Oooh, Lorelei spent time in Section 6? Think she knows Dezzie, the Employee Of The Month Every Month?
Oh shit @BurningCold I finally remembered where I've seen you before! VotD, Mortalmo!
Basically all I care about is that Othello exists and is in a prison where visiting is allowed, and Dezzie's mom is dead. Other than that go wild.
Full transparency, I debated putting 9001% instead but it just felt strange to type it because of how neat three zeroes feels.
If we have cyber-gremlins, Velvet has even odds of going 9000% no chill homicide.
Late Afternoon
Building 1 Cafeteria
Interacting with: @Massasauga Rebecca @Xaltwind Miyuki @CitrusArms Yumeiko @Eviledd1984 Sam


Just like with the werewolf attack earlier. Everything moved so fast.

Velvet, at peak condition, would've been able to smell the gremlin coming, and fast enough to punt the lil' bastard away before it could ruin anything. Unfortunate, Velvet was not, in fact, at peak condition. Her chest and arm still hurt, she wasn't paying much attention to the smell, and frankly she just wasn't as sharp as she used to be.

So, as the gremlin shrieked like two trucks carrying out-of-tune pianos crashing into each other, and knocked the foxes' incoming food to the floor with a splatter almost like modern art, all she could really do was stare. Then look sideways, warily eyeing the black fox. The woman was not fond of her. Not at all. And there was a metallic taste in her mouth now (and not the good kind), which had suddenly gone dry. There was a high ringing in her ears, and her stomach flipped inside her as indigo fire appeared on each of Miyuki's tails. Velvet swallowed heavily, trying to summon moisture to her mouth again, trying to look away, yet locked on to her in morbid fascination. Like watching a train bearing down on her, as the room seemed to darken. She murmured something unintelligible in Middle English and her teeth chattered as she was struck with real, honest-to-god fear for the first time in longer than she cared to remember. Not fear of being hurt, nor fear of death. Something somehow deeper. An instinctual terror of prey confronted with predator.

She...may have angered the wrong person.

Only when Yumeiko let her divine power show again, filling Velvet with illness anew, did she realize she hadn't breathed this entire time. Not like she needed to breathe, not really, but it did feel off to not. She swallowed again, this time out of both sickness and relief as the shadow surrounding Miyuki began to abate.

Only to be slapped upside the head anew with DEAR GOD WHAT WAS THAT SMELL?

Her head whipped around, lasering onto the woman that had approached them, her face freezing into a mask that somehow combined relief, disgust, and horror. There was something like a human underneath it, some echo of that strain of blood. But it was nearly drowned out by a smell like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Like something rotting. Like reality rotting.

Then, because of course, someone she'd never seen proceeded to careen through the air and slam into the foxes' table. Because what today at this point but a series of ever-growing failures that spiraled out from each other?

Well, at least it had distracted her from the last of Miyuki's rage, knocked that metaphysical terror most of the way out of her. Staring at the scene in front of her, she dropped her head and sighed. The divinity sickness had seeped back into her. Miyuki, while calmer, was not someone she wanted to be around right now. The woman couldn't actually hurt her, she didn't think, but after what just happened she did not want to make her angry again. If she went back up to her room, a bunch of gremlins would probably chew through something inside her computer and damage it beyond repair. She rubbed her eyes. The smell was horrible, but it would probably be better out in the open, right?

"Hey, wolverine girl," she said, speaking for the first time since the Incident began, "mind if I come with? It's just about night now, the shadows are super long." Her eyes flicked back to Miyuki again, and her voice tightened with an echo of that lingering fear. "And I think I really need some air right now."
Sorry I've been so quiet recently. I've been going through some personal and family shit and I have a lot less time and energy to think about this stuff. I'll get a Vel post up before too long.
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