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Hiya! Morgan here. I'm twenty-nine. I am the mountain mama.

Used to be hella active, now I mostly just lurk. Feel free to drop a message if you catch me snoopin', I probably won't bite.

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Howdy y'all! Thought this looked like a pretty interesting concept and I really dig all the characters submitted so far, so I reckoned I'd try to throw my hat into the ring too.
I've been on a big Pokemon kick lately, so I've kind of been jonesing for something like this haha.





8/7/2020 EDIT:
So, considering we're pretty heavy on male apps at the moment, I went ahead and started to rework my app. Still got to finish up the appearance section and give it another rewrite, but I'll be able to work on that after work in a bit. Cheers!

8/7/2020 EDIT2:
Rework complete!


From behind the washing machine, Maddie quickly glanced about looking for new cover to dive behind. She had revealed herself and that was, in hindsight, incredibly stupid. If that machine decided to unleash a volley in her direction, that would be it. Game over. A pitiful end to a pitiful woman.

…no. Fuck that noise. If she was going to go out, she'd at least go out fighting.

She held her left hand cupped open, palm to the sky, as a faint orange light poured over it. Softly at first, the light pooled at the bottom before igniting into a burning orb hovering a few inches above her finger tips. She scooted to the edge of the machine and peeked around it, ready to chuck the fireball the moment she saw an opening or use it to make another explosive get away if need be.

Rather than an opening, however, Maddie saw Joe send the murderbot sliding across a patch of ice. Her ice patch. That she intentionally made. On purpose. Mmhmm. That was going to be her story if she made it out of here. It was completely planned and not at all the result of her truly terrible aim.

...IF she survived, she maaay want to spend a bit more time at the range.

The warbot had taken a bit of damage from the entire exchange, which gave Maddie some hope. There was hope. This battle would be long and difficult, but there was a chance that they may be able to pull off some kind of...win?

Wait...what did the woman say?

Maddie watched as the X-1 stood by, passively watching the SOLDIER. It wasn’t moving. Or shooting. Or...anything. What? When Joe ordered the machine to shut down, it actually complied or at least attempted to anyway.

The flame that Maddie held fizzled out, leaving only a burnt mako smell behind as evidence of its existence. She got to her feet, heart pounding and breath ragged. That was it? It was over? Actually over? Oh thank actual fuck. That was anticlimactic in the best possible way - y’know, the kind that DIDN’T end with her riddled with bullets and dying in a dirty junkyard in the slums.

As Joe started his speech, the young agent leaned against her trustworthy washing machine, propping herself up while she caught her breath. She offered thumbs up and a pained smile when he offered his thanks. The adrenaline was quickly wearing off now that certain death had been miraculously avoided and uh...yeah, her whole body was really fucking sore. Maybe ragdolling herself with a close range explosion was uh...stupid. And reckless. But mainly just stupid. Big stupid.

Once Maddie had collected herself a bit, she crossed the small clearing towards Joe and the other woman just in time to hear her attempt to excuse herself.

"No problem. I had to help, it would have been a nightmare if it had gotten out of here. Besides I live here too, making it a bit safer is what I should be doing if I could. Now I should be going, got to get home."

Well...she certainly seemed to want to get the hell out of here. Maddie shot Joe a sideways glance before she called out to the woman.

“Heeeeey! Don’t be in such a rush! If you're heading back to town, let's go together. I’d feel a lot safer if I had someone as reliable as you around!” Maddie called out cheerfully despite her pain, clearly trying to impose herself upon the fleeing woman. She seemed spooked, and there was a very likely chance that she had overheard Joe calling her “Agent” which was...less than great. Moreover, she had managed to hack into an X-series unit. That wasn’t something that just any streetpunk with a phone could do. If she could pull that off, what else was she capable of doing? There was no way around it - that woman was dangerous. She would need to be watched.

Still, there was a chance that the woman ignored her or tried to escape. It didn’t matter. Maddie knew where she lived. Well...not exactly, but someone like that shouldn’t prove too difficult to find. Ms. Hacker had landed herself squarely at the top of Maddie’s list of “Persons of Interest.”

For the moment, however, Maddie turned her attention back towards the SOLDIER. His eyes caught her attention. They had that telltale eerie glow to them. Maddie had heard about it, but to be quite frank, she hadn’t really gotten a chance to see them for herself. Odd. Once you got past the initial shock of them, they were actually rather captivating.

...down girl. She had been staring at the guy for waaay too long in silence. It was bordering creepy. She needed to say SOMETHING before it got too awkward.

“You SOLDIER guys really are something else, y'know?” she said, offering a kind smile. “I don’t think we got a chance to properly meet last time - I’m Naomi. Naomi Chambers. Thanks for the heads up. I owe you one.”
It's back. It's finally back. I'm so happy I could cry. Caveman life sucks, my dudes.

Post is up. I'm so very sorry it took so long. Thank you, everybody, for your patience.


Ten


The young shinobi darted about the burning flower field like rats while Kimiko, the lazy housecat, watched them scurry with a mixture of loathing and aloofness. Sure, her instincts urged her to stalk, prowl, and pounce, but she knew better. She held the cheese that the rats so desperately craved. Sooner or later, their hunger would overwhelm their fear, and they’d crawl just a little...too...close.

And then she would strike: lopping off their diseased little heads and presenting their mangled corpses to her master - a gift. A display of her superior hunting prowess and a promise of future success.

Nine


But, as the girl settled into her fantasy, one of the rats opened its big rat mouth and vomited up some truly disgusting sounds in a vain attempt at speech. She narrowed her gaze at the little loudmouth, measuring his worth.

“BITE ME!” she spat back at him. She had been wrong in her assessment - he was no rat. Why, he was no more than a flea. A pesky, meaningless flea. She could crush him. She should crush him. She would crush him.

But not yet. She had given her word. The other two would retrieve the flag and this stupid little game would come to an…end?



...wait…

...where was the flag?

Eight


Kimiko gazed past the chirping insect towards the other end of the field. She had been certain there was a flag there...where the actual fuck did it go? It couldn't have simply vanished...could it? Was that something one of those rats could do? She returned her gaze to Hoseki. No flag. The ugly toad-rat then? How in the actual fuck did they hide a colorful piece of cloth on a damn pole that quickly?

Seven


The increasingly agitated kunoichi scanned the field once more. She noticed Ruru actually taking the lead. The actual stones on this kid. She was impressed. More than that really. She was proud. Her little kitten was now acting like a proper predator. He was…

Slipping.

On.

His.

GOD.

DAMN.

ASS.

Six


“RURU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS UP!” the raging Mama Cat roared, all her previous feelings of pride now acting as fuel to the white hot inferno of wrath burning away the girl’s patience and goodwill. She wasn’t suited to the backlines. Her instincts were becoming harder to resist. How the actual fuck was she supposed to trust her teammates if THEY COULDN’T EVEN HANDLE FUCKING WALKING?!!

Five


That ugly toad-rat threw a punch at Ruru. As unbelievably angry as Kimiko currently was, she actually managed to surpass it and reach levels of rage the girl thought before to be impossible. Her knuckles were tiny mountains dusted with snow as the tension wound her grip around her sword’s hilt and sheath to painful levels. This waiting thing was getting REAL OLD, REAL FAST.

…!

Four


Kimiko’s head snapped towards the tiny rat gazing at her. It held in its greedy little paws a pole. And around that pole was the little piece of fabric that marked Team Nine’s flag.

That.

Dirty.

Little.

Shit.

Three


Was that cheating? Well...nobody said you COULDN’T move the flag. Actually, there really weren’t any rules mentioned besides getting the other flag. A horrid grin stretched across Kimiko’s face as she relaxed her body. Fine. If that’s the game those little shits wanted to play, that’s the game they’d play.

Kimiko turned and walked towards her team’s flag pole. She quickly drew her sword and sliced the rope tethering the flag to the pole. As the fabric fell, it got picked up by the wind, floating carelessly over to the girl. She snatched it out of the air and examined it before tying it around her neck like a bandanna.

If those rats wanted their cheese, then they’d have to pry it from her cold, dead, claws.

Two


Kimiko stood unmoving for a moment or two after donning the flag. Then, she turned towards Hoseki. She lingered there for a moment. Then she took a step. And another. Three steps towards the boy.

Kimiko stopped and frowned. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t exactly place her finger on it, but that hotheaded fuckboy not charging in was a red flag. Whatever he had planned, she didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t important. Not yet anyway. Sure, he ran his fat rat mouth, and she’d surely carve him up eventually, but she had another target in mind.

Kimiko turned towards her boys engaged with the ugly troll toad rat abomination and dashed towards them. She arced around Hoseki, not getting any closer, yet also not running away. If he wanted to fight, it would be on her terms.

Sure, she could always go after that nameless little Ruru-wannabe. She could cut him down real quick then take the flag...but where was the fun in that? Kimiko trained her eyes directly on him, her killing intent on full display. Ruru and Kuku had been pushing towards him on one side, but the little coward liked to run. Of course he did. What else could frightened little rats do but scurry?

But no, he would also get a pass for the moment.

Which left only...

One


That idiot.

That absolutely ignorant waste of air.

She had fucked up.

She had royally fucked up.

She had placed her FILTHY RAT PAWS on KIMIKO’S PROPERTY. Those boys of hers, as fucking useless as they may be, were still HERS. And NOBODY would harm HER PROPERTY without her permission.

Surely Mizo knew that? She couldn’t POSSIBLY be so arrogant as to think that there would be no PUNISHMENT for her crimes?

As Kimiko grew closer to her teammates, she slowed, coming to a complete stop about ten yards away from the two. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder towards Hoseki to see if he had reacted to her sudden repositioning, Kimiko raised her left hand and pointed her sword towards the thing she thought was Mizo, wordlessly challenging her.

Her arm trembled in excitement. Her face contorted into a mixture of rage and pure, sadistic bliss.

GO!


She was going to hurt somebody.
update: my town's power went out two days ago (while I was writing because fuck me I guess) and it's still not back on. It's supposed to be restored later today, and if so, I'm off tonight, so I'll definitely get that post up.

I suppose I could have just wrote it on mobile by now, but fuck literally all of that noise.
@Omni5876
Yes, sorry. I've been a bit swamped with work this week. I'll try to work on something when I get home in the morning!
@Renny
Aww, hate to see you go, buddy.
Hope everything's alright!


Why is it that we’re so uneasy around long abandoned places? Decrepit buildings, forgotten ruins, junkyards...there’s an uncertainty that lurks within preying upon those who trespass. It was, at least in Maddie’s opinion, that people simply didn’t like to see how they truly affect the world. Not without the constant maintenance that comes with dolling something up and keeping it pretty anyway. It made people uncomfortable because it was ugly. An ugly truth.

Maddie didn’t mind though. In her world of lies, she valued the few precious truths she could find. They kept her grounded.

As she made her way through the twisting path that cut through the mountains of metal and plastic and other bits deemed unworthy or useless, she found herself wondering what the place would look like one day - once people had figured out the best way of offing one another and the virus called Humanity had finally run its course on the planet. Would nature reclaim this junkyard? Even Midgar itself? Or would the husk of the sprawling metropolis remain, forever scarring the planet’s surface and serving as a monument to the hubris of a few clever primates?

Those weren’t exactly just the one-off musings of a particularly nihilistic young woman however. In order to better familiarize herself with the thinking behind Avalanche, Maddie had thrown herself wholly into the ethos of the movement. She had read their literature, listened to their speakers, and spent time considering what these thoughts meant to her. While she couldn’t speak on the spirituality of the movement - concepts such as the “Lifestream” were just a little too nonsensical and fantastical for her to accept - there were some ugly nuggets of truth in there. The process of extracting and processing Mako energy had clear effects on the environment. One need not look any further than the wastelands that surrounded Shinra’s ‘shining jewel of civilization’ to see that. And while the methods the organization utilized were horrid and deplorable, Maddie could understand and almost sympathize with the cause.

Heavy gunfire cut through Maddie’s thoughts, leaving them dead or dying in a pool of rusted ground on the junkyard. The young Turk took cover instinctively, despite not yet being on the battlefield up ahead. Her heart beat against her chest, desperately trying to escape its bony cage. She had been following the whirling of the helicopter to this rough area, but shortly after some of those heavy shots, it switched directions and faded. She had thought that it may have fled the scene, but she caught a glimpse of it touching down outside of the junkyard. There wasn’t time to check in, however. The shots she heard now were close.

Very close.

Uncomfortably close.

A shaky hand shot back towards the small of her back, pulling a pistol from her waistband. She ejected and checked the magazine before sliding it back into position and chambering a round. She took a deep breath.

In.

Out.

Her nerves were still firing on all fronts, but Maddie managed to calm herself. She had seen combat before - training exercises with bots, field exercises with live monsters. She was capable of doing what she needed to do. She had proved that to some very difficult people.

But…

She was scared. Of death? Maybe. Anybody could die at any time. That was inevitable, really. She knew that - the logic was sound - but that didn’t make it any easier to face when push came to shove. Then there was the other side of the coin. She had never taken a life before. Not of a person anyway. But judging by the smaller gunfire she could hear beating into what sounded like one of Shinra’s combat mechs, there was a chance that she may have no other choice. And that terrified her. No amount of training, preparation, or theoretical discussions would make this any easier.

Maddie’s tensed body relaxed slightly as she continued to breathe. She was ready.

The woman, her pistol extended in front of her but angled downward, pressed past her cover in the direction of the gunfight. She slowly passed under a crude arch formed by a pair of junk towers haphazardly leaning against one another that led to a clearing of sorts within the junkyard.

In the clearing, she saw a rather baffling scene Standing menacingly at the opposite side of the field was one of the X-Series Sweeper units. Or...was it? Heavy, crude modifications had been done to it. It looked less like the sleek weapons platform she had seen in the labs and more like something ripped straight out of a shitty post-apocalyptic movie. It was currently being assaulted by a SOLDIER and a pair of unfamiliar drones that all seemed to be protecting a wheelchair bound woman.

Why? None of this made sense. The X-Series hadn’t even entered full production yet. Only a few had actually been manufactured and to the best of Maddie’s knowledge, they were due to be deployed in the Fort Condor raid. So why then was one not only in the MIDGAR SLUMS of all places, but this close to a residential area? And with those modifications…?

Had it gone rogue? Or was it hijacked? In any case, it was a threat.

Maddie blinked. In a moment she had witnessed the drones and SOLDIER pull off a devastating combination attack on the machine, which had been met with a swift strike to the head with a nasty looking sawblade. Luckily for the SOLDIER, however, the combination of top-tier Shinra engineering, good interference by the drones, and a gratuitous helping of dumb fucking luck, he managed to get by with only losing the helmet. Somehow. The silhouette looked strikingly familiar for some reason.

"Agent?! Look out!"

The voice was also eerily familiar.

The dust and debris falling around her shook her out of her head. She was in danger. The gunfire struck the towers above Maddie and they began to crumble. Directly over top of her. Panic shot through her system. Every nerve fired simultaneously.

In that moment, she had two options:

Flee.

Or die.

There was no time to choose. Her body acted of its own will. She darted towards the clearing, but the sheer size of the towers meant that even if she had moved earlier, there was no escaping. Not by just running anyway.

As Maddie sprinted towards safety, she took a running leap. At the moment she left the ground, the young Turk twisted her torso, extending her arm both behind and below her. Her open hand flexed as one of the small green orbs set inside her silver bracelet began to glow.

Seemingly drawing from the orb, thin wisps of fire poured over the woman’s arm and hand before collecting in an orb of its own by her palm. It quickly swelled in size before colliding with the ground and exploding, flinging Maddie and various pieces of metal through the air as if they were weightless. She only JUST managed to clear the falling debris before the towers collapsed entirely, kicking up a cloud of dust and rust and ash.

Maddie hit the ground with all the grace of a sack of Gysahl Greens, a human bowling ball rolling down an uneven alley of earth and metal. The first impact knocked the breath out of her, but once the momentum was gone, she scrambled to her feet and dove into cover behind what seemed to be a busted washing machine.

Panting heavily and gasping to regain her breath while she leaned on the dirty cleaning box, Maddie took quick stock of herself. Plenty of bumps, bruises, and cuts, but it didn’t feel like anything was broken. Minor bleeding and minimal burns thanks to the Silver Bracelet. She’d live, but fuck it was going to suck when the adrenaline wore off.

She also thankfully managed to hold on to the gun without accidentally discharging it. Which, in itself was a small miracle. Gathering her wits, the young woman rose to peer over the washing machine back towards the fight.

There was no mistaking it. That SOLDIER was Joseph Hockner. Outside of the other Turks, there were only a select few non-executive level Shinra personnel who would be privy to her real identity. Joe Hockner would be one of those. Before her current assignment, Maddie had to shadow senior Turk operatives in the field. On one of those operations, Joe had been the SOLDIER contact they had worked with.

Maddie knew him to have a cute face cool head. He could hold his own in a fight, of that she had little doubt, but the X-Series was a different breed of opponent. They were being developed in part of a long-term strategy to effectively make SOLDIER obsolete. Why waste time and effort in recruiting and training potential duds when you could simply mass produce the perfect fighting machine?

She could see the merit in that line of thinking but...having witnessed Joe fight first hand?

She had faith.

But...there was another problem. Joe had called her agent. It was the spur of the moment thing and it wasn’t like he was privy to her assignment but...

She glanced over to the woman in the wheelchair. Maddie had seen her before. She wasn’t Shinra, or at least, Maddie didn’t think so. She lived in the slums nearby - the same place as Naomi's apartment. Frequented a local hot dog stand. They had never spoken - never had a reason to - but it was Maddie’s job to watch people, and there weren’t too many folks in the slums who had access to motorized wheelchairs, even if they needed them. So she stood out. Not in a bad way but…

She was a potential liability. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong, but she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and heard the wrong words. Maybe. Maddie had hoped against hope that maybe she hadn’t overheard him in the chaos. But she couldn’t take the risk, either.

She had to be silenced.



Later.

For now, stopping the X-Series was the most pressing issue.

Maddie heard the woman shout a warning to Joe, but she didn’t pay her much mind. She was focused, tuning out the world. The weapon’s armored plating was much too thick for her bullets to make much of an impact. If she had thought to bring some Thunder materia, she might be able to do some real damage, but no such luck. Taking down rogue Shinra murder mechs wasn’t exactly on her to-do list for the day. Fire might work but...there was a chance that Joe might get caught up in the explosion. Not the best idea.

Well...that left only one option.

Maddie gathered herself, steadying her breathing and stretching her arm towards the malfunctioning machine. The other green orb in her bracelet began to glow dully. A faint icy wind poured across her hand, chilling her. The misty tendrils gathered at her palm, whipping at the air and at her. She held it for as long as she could, letting it pool until the frozen lashings became too much to handle. Then she released.

A silver bolt tore across the field between her and the machine. A light trail followed it as the air quickly turned to frost and fell to the ground, marking a path all the way to where the X-Series had been standing the moment Maddie fired.

Without waiting for an impact, Maddie ducked once more behind her cover, shaking the frost from her trembling hand.

Hopefully between the three of them, they could manage to stop the damn thing before anyone got too hurt.
What if like in the future Mizo and Kimiko get it on and they have a kid who develops a Rinnegan


It would either be a miracle of modern ninja science or I'm just glad that one of the girls is living her truth.

Either way, that poor kid is screwed. I mean, one of their mother's would be a high-functioning alcoholic and the other a narcissistic ice queen. Throw in that busted doujutsu and possibly a horrific tragedy or two, and this kid's prime anime protagonist material.
A post about kimiko WITHOUT a mention of Mizo? That’s awfully heterosexual

🤣


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