Mistress Dizzy

Planet Mobius - A Sonic Universe Open World

Origami looked at the mass green scenery of the Mystic Jungle coming into view. She’d thought about having her own hideout in it, but the atmosphere and lack of internet access had deterred her. Once she was at the very edges of the jungle, she parked her Jeep under a massive plant.

Then she went to the trunk and got a change of clothes. Thick soled boots, khaki pants, and a tank top (red of course). She tied her hair back with a band, and looked over her weapon display. A stun gun for short range, and her favorite sword for hacking through the underbrush. Brute work for such an elegant weapon, but it would have to do the trick for now.

Making a mental note to add a proper machete to her arsenal just in case, she hoisted the rest of her gear into a backpack and started trekking for the coordinates.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

@Bright_Ops

Jin had to admit, she hadn’t been asked what she wanted to do since this whole thing started. It was quite refreshing, actually. “Actually, Prince Droka, I don’t wish to dance – I’ve been dancing all night and I’m a bit tired of it. I was just trying to be polite.” She admitted that with a sweet and apologetic smile.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather just talk. It’s near impossible to talk and dance. I’d love to learn more about your home country, if it’s not much trouble.” She wondered if him talking about his home would stir up bad feelings about the loss of his brother. “If it hurts to talk about right now, I will understand. We can talk about anything else you like.”

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

“Ugh.” After the world shattered, Jin found themself lying on the ground. It was dark, and cold, and… well, dark again. Hadn’t it just been the afternoon?

The scenery was beyond bizarre. Part of their brain recognized buildings and water, as if they were still at the dock. The other part was all but screaming in fear, not knowing where they were – and worse, who they were with. The other people who had been at the gazebo were all there. So Jin wasn’t going nuts, that was good. Before they could stop gaping and work up the idea to speak to anyone, there were uniformed people streaming from that prison structure. And that, despite the weirdness, was definitely a prison.

Jin watched as the large drifter took off immediately. Bold strategy, that. They always find it better to just move with the flow of things. Already, their mind was recognizing that this was reality – at least for now – and that they just had to accept it. That was the “beauty” of the foster care system. You learned to get used to new and strange things very quickly, for your own survival. As several guards took off after him, Jin was shoved into line with the rest of the poor souls around them. And then the guards cracked their left shin with their baton, hard.

“GAH!” Jin yelped, leg reflexively jerking away. “Asshole...” They muttered through gritted teeth as the guard went to the next person. They were going to have a nice chat from that drifting jerk who had gotten them all into trouble and pain. Jin felt their stomach knot as they were led on, as they saw the other “prisoners” that were part of this debacle. What the hell was that goop? What were those helmets? And… what would happen if a person had no money in this system?

As they were led forward into a far too cozy courthouse - the rich just couldn’t help themselves – Jin stumbled forward, nearly tripping over the small young woman who had been brought with them. “Sorry.” They apologized.

And then, there was a judge. Furrowing their brow, Jin felt as if they recognized this man somehow. Even with the strange costume, the mask and the novelty judge gavel, there was a vague familiarity. Like they had seen that person’s eyes somewhere before. When he asked what they were doing there, Jin stayed quiet. They didn’t trust the law, or cops, and despite their compliance, Jin would much rather be anywhere but here. All they remembered was not to tell the cops a damn thing, especially when they had no lawyer.

Unfortunately, someone else didn’t know that, or care. To Jin’s surprise, it was the same guy they had met that morning. Dakota, right? They had been so busy trying to not get hurt again that they had barely noticed that yellow streaked hair. Dakota, brave or stupid that he was, tried to plead their case with the truth.

“He’s telling the truth. There were these strange cracks everywhere, all over the school, er- the place where we were previously.” Jin was surprised to hear their own voice, backing Dakota’s words. Great – stupid impulsive brain! “I wrote down the locations of quite a few.” They raised both hands, making slow, sudden movements. “If you’ll allow me to reach into my pocket, I can show you the list.”

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani wrapped herself up in as many of the small blankets she could, sipping at the warm tea. Thank the Force for her gentle-hearted Master.

“I… I feel like I still don’t know. I haven’t a clue as to why or how Vader comes into things, but that doesn’t even bear thinking about. So my choices are between Eskel and Adam. Between duty and… my heart.” Because she had come to some very startling conclusions between her vision and coming back to base.

One: She was in love with Adam.
Two: She still didn’t feel worthy of love.
Three: He had probably long since gotten over it and moved on.

It was the second she needed to work on.

“I’m not sure I should be telling you this, Master Yoda, but Adam confessed that he loved me before he left. I turned him down, because for one thing I don’t know what he could possibly see in me. I still don’t to be honest. But now I realize I made a mistake. I… I just don’t know what to do.” She drank more tea, staring into the rough earthenware mug like it held all of the answers.

“Did I mention I had to face down the swamp beast to rescue Prince Eskel earlier? Heh. I can do that, but I can’t make a simple holocall to someone I’ve been dying to speak to for weeks.”

Young Justice

Location: Mission Briefing Room
Interactions: Talking to Zach @crimson flame

Kassandra startled slightly, tearing her attention away from the situation at hand as she heard the two new arrivals coming in. Maya, on the surface, seemed impressive enough. She carried a beautiful sword and seemed at ease with the weapon at her side. The other girl just seemed rough by comparison. She also had the stones to attempt to insult Batman, which nearly made Kass’ jaw drop. Just why would she go and do that? It made no sense, and left a bad taste in her mouth. She had met people like that and did not want to meet any more.

She brought her attention back to the screens in front of her. From what she could tell, a circus was some type of human festival where they did multiple amazing things. Something called a ‘trapeze’ where humans flew through the air. A bunch of – what were they again? – elephants doing tricks. So on and so forth. She wondered what exactly she could bring to the table that would not be so obvious. Evidently she’d have to go to Zach for advice, since he would be taking the lead for this mission. Somehow, she felt like this suited his showy nature.

She had been introduced to the computer several weeks ago, and while she was no expert, she could use it well enough to get onto the internet and watch videos. Some of them had Zach in them, and she was still wondering why. It was a true pleasure to see Viktor pop up as well in one instance. That poor, delicious steak, though…

“I suppose my illusions could make a decent show, though I’d have to put some polish on them somehow. Zach, do you know if I can use my natural talents to come up with something?”

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny listened to Slade quietly, saying not a word. Then she pulled her hand from her mouth and smiled slightly. “Thank you. That makes me feel better.” She stood up, the happiness back in her eyes now that they weren’t half-surrounded by nosy onlookers.

“Let’s see what else this place has to offer.” She unfolded the school map that they had been given, and looked it over. “It sounds really normal on paper. Gym, classrooms, Oh! Wait, they have a mechanic shop. I’m going. Come on!” Putting the map back in her pocket, she strode down the walkways that crisscrossed the school and all of it’s facilities.

They passed a large, Olympic style pool and a smaller one that looked like it was just for recreation. Both were currently empty. They also passed a closed off building, that upon closer inspection was a gun range. By the time they reached the mechanic shop, a standalone facility with either white smoke or steam pouring out of a small chimney, they had seen a lot of the campus.

Jinny pushed the door open excitedly to see a tech-head’s paradise. Tools of all sorts, blueprints posted on the walls, and plenty of material to work with. “Wow...” Jinny murmured to herself. She had the same feeling when she’d first entered her uncle’s weapons room. A sense of awe… and a desire to get her hands on everything.

However, there was someone else already there, and he seemed to be working on something already. Jinny was surprised, as the school year hadn’t even started yet.

“Um… hello.” She carefully approached the short boy at the work bench and greeted him.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

"Prince Droka, it is a pleasure." Jinayah curtsied, ignoring the faintest pop of her knees. "I am Princess Jinayah of Apura. It's a true pleasure. I am sorry to hear about your brother." Not knowing the context behind his death, she could only think of what it would mean to lose one of her own sisters.

"You're luckily still in time for the main ball. Would you prefer to dance, or should I show you to the food table?" Then again, perhaps the Prince would simply prefer to rest after a long time of travel.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

@Bright_Ops You are! My apologies. I should be able to post tomorrow.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Sooo...

What are we waiting on?

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Around 2:00pm

Jin managed to find their way back to their beat-up vehicle and sat in the front seat, blank. Their head was pounding after crying so hard. Everything felt blurry and wrong. Despite not wanting to look at anyone, they noticed several more cracks around the school as they had traveled. Well, that was going to be someone else’s job, now, wasn’t it? And the only cracks Jin would have to deal with would be the ones on the sidewalk where they might be sleeping again…

A few cars passed by, pausing, but Jin waved them off. They were like parking lot vultures, desperate for a spot on the ever busy campus.

There had to be something they could do. Picking up the phone, they decided to dial a number they hadn’t dared to in a while.

“Barclay First Baptist, how may I direct your call?”

“Hello, um… may I speak to Pastor Northman please?”

“One moment.”

There was a brief silence on the line. Then someone new picked up.

“This is Pastor Northman, how may I help you?”

“Pastor, it’s me. It’s… it’s Jin. Ifriti?”

“Ah, hello Jin. How are you?”

“Not, aah… not great. You see-” The story came tumbling out. Jin had to hold back the tears that threatened to fall again.

There was a long silence at the end of the line, once the story was all told. “You could always stay here. We’ve discussed this before.”

“Yes. We have. But I-”

“All you have to do is renounce that ridiculous notion about not being a woman.”

Jin winced.

The pastor continued. “I’m sure the parishioners would love you. But you would have to be normal. We don’t tolerate this newfangled nonsense about a thousand genders and whatnot. Just come as you are, as God made you to be, and you will be fine.” Despite his demeaning words, there was a genuine cheer in his voice. The invitation was real. “Now come on. You come up here, we’ll find you a nice proper dress and work this thing out to find you some more suitable work for a young woman.”

Jin was trembling, though out of anger or fear, they weren’t sure. Now they remembered why they hadn’t called this man back. This is what it had come down to before, the reason they had preferred to live in their car rather than the church.

“I’m not a woman.” It slipped from their lips before they could stop it. And once that was out, the rest Jin had been holding back decided to follow. “I’m not pretending to be anything other than myself. It’s not ridiculous, it’s my life. I can show up, but it will only be as me.” Their voice was rising, anger spilling forth.

“What if someone made you decide between a hot meal and a roof over your head, or your belief in your precious God? How would you feel about that?!”

The pastor huffed, the noise staticky through the old flip phone. “There’s a difference between you and me, child. My beliefs are real.”

“Argh!” Jin screamed sharply into the phone, and slammed it shut, hanging up on the infuriating man. Unfortunately, that was about all the old piece of tech could take, as there was a distinct crunch and a fizzle. Dreading the consequences, Jin opened up the phone again to see the screen cracked to pieces, black and dead.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” No phone meant no way to communicate. Meant they couldn’t start digging for new work. Every application – every damn one – needed a phone number.

“Fucking dammit.” They slipped into the backseat of their car, removing a lockbox and opening it up. Inside was cash – Jin’s entire life savings, in fact. It wasn’t much. Jin gathered up as much as they dared, hid the lockbox again, and headed out.

Maybe they could afford something cheap at the school store?

3:30pm

They could not.

Everything at the school store was priced for students who could afford to go there and spend that kind of money. Jin didn’t need the latest tech, they just needed something that worked. Even the cheapest model there was about a hundred bucks past their limited price range. With sheer frustration, Jin stormed outside, stomping down the sidewalk and dodging cracks. No doubt looking like a crazy person, as no one else seemed to be taking note of them. Their feet followed a large, long crack that only seemed to be growing. There wouldn’t be enough concrete at the school to fix this.

After seemingly being led to a small gazebo, they entered and slumped against the wall, ignoring everyone around as they were sure they’d be ignored.

“What else can go wrong today…”