Opposition

Circus of Hunters (Interest Check)

Super cool concept. I'm definitely interested.

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Callie Kingston

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"I’m a writer, yes… What have I written? Oh… "

[ 18 | 5’3” | Caucasian She/Her | 117 lbs ]

Wistfulness

APPEARANCE

"I hope it compensates for my personality..."

The moment you lay eyes upon the girl, you would be able to tell way more than you should be able to about a stranger’s personality just from Callie’s mannerisms. She has a tendency to appear ‘closed off’ or self-conscious even when just remaining idle. This tends to manifest most obviously when Callie seats herself, whereupon her legs are often drawn close to her body and her arm come to up near her chest as if such a childish pose was comfortable to her. Callie’s voice can be heard almost always through a murmuring tone, inhabiting a sort of breathy quality. It is clear by the hard pronunciation of her syllables that she has a Midwestern dialect.

Callie was blessed with a slim and lean figure. Her skinny limbs almost appear wiry attached to her fragile frame. It is extremely clear upon first viewing the girl that she is by no means any star athlete, but she sports a healthy build, though, with her appetite for sweet foods, you’d be surprised she maintains a sort of figure at all. Her skin is smooth and fair in nature, though it appears often more pallid than one might imagine for a girl constantly outside in sunny Montana.

Most commonly, Callie’s face is coveted by a pensive yet absent look, as if equally deep in thought and entranced by her surroundings at the same time. The most prominent features of her face center around her rather distinct cheekbones, easily defined due to her slim and rounded face shape. Easily noticeable upon first meeting her are Callie’s emerald eyes, contrasting well with her dark brown hair, which from a distance, might even look black. Her hair is styled- or moreso unstyled- in a slightly curly manner falling just past her shoulders. It also also not uncommon for her to style it in a side swept updo that comes over one shoulder, then supplemented with whatever ribbon accessories Callie sees fit.

Callie’s outfits tend to have quite a bit of variability as she’s not one to forego a fashionable look even despite her ‘less than center of attention’ vibe. More So than anything else, however, she’ll often sport a pair of skinny jeans alongside a simple top. More often than not, Callie enjoys sporting a jacket over top of her shirt if the weather isn’t too horrible.

PSYCHOLOGY

"If only I was as interesting as the rumors..."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ More than anything Callie just wishes to find a place for herself in the world. In her current condition, she finds herself pulled back and forth between different tasks with so little motivation. Not only does she yearn for a true purpose, but also an accepted place in a social sense.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Callie would best be described as a dreamer. She’s come to see the bad that plagues the world, but chooses to seek for more hope. Despite this slightly pessimistic outlook, Callie spends all too much time sitting back and dreaming as the world burns around her. Even her negativity is trumped in the end, as Callie sees herself as a force of nature, believing that even in the inevitability of life she intends to persevere and become something great. You know… If she ever turns those moments of wishful thinking into a reality.

SECRETS ⫻ When it comes to a quiet girl like Callie, there’s bound to be a whole host of secrets hidden behind her silence. For starters, Callie really doesn’t talk about her past. She finds herself too insecure about how insignificant it seems compared to how it all felt.

DESIRES ⫻ Callie dreams for all too many things. She seeks companionship-- something she feels she’s been starved of for so long. Callie also wishes to become a writer, publishing her works and her poetry. Some things just seem like pipe dreams, though, right?

SEXUALITY ⫻ Callie has always been attracted to guys, but mainly because it was how she was brought up to perceive the world rather than representative of her actual beliefs. She finds that personally, she has no gender-based preference.

FEARS ⫻ Callie always says she has no fear, but as with most all of similar cases, this is quite untrue. In honesty, Callie fears living her entire life unhappy. It seems inevitable to her that her time will go by without much enjoyment, but it scares her that something like that could be the truth.

REPUTATION ⫻ Callie tends to give off a mysterious vibe to the residents that distantly know her. No one really knows where she came from or why she came to Montana. She has been noted to have a tendency to be seen around the town just casually relaxing and writing in her notebook. There have been a few silly rumors started, which Callie seems to fully accept, happy to hear the funny speculations. Those who know her a bit better will know about her sarcastic attitude towards the world.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Above all else, Callie is always bothered by intolerance. Perhaps she fancies herself too much of a thinker, but any radical hate for others just makes people seem narrow-minded and barbaric. It is rare that anyone would ever see Callie outwardly showing an aggressive hate.

QUIRKS ⫻ Just from Callie’s everyday mannerisms, you’d be able to discern more than any person should comfortably be able to about a stranger’s personality. She has a strange tendency to keep herself very closed off in terms of body language. This manifests itself as simple gestures such as having her legs scrunched up against her chest when sitting or rolling her shoulders slightly inwards, as if appearing smaller.

BACKSTORY

"I’d prefer if you just thought of me as some ever-mysterious action heroine."

Callie tends to be quite adept at keeping all the details of her past hidden from her peers. Then again, there aren’t many folks that would care to ask. Her tale is a common one, as she was the sort of girl that would be forgotten in the grand scheme of things. As one of the students of Grand Ridge Academy that actually chose to go to rural Montana from elsewhere, Callie is a suburban kid through and through from the great and well known state of beautiful Ohio where she was raised since her birth.

Callie’s life was a quiet one growing up. As an only child, there was only so much conversation she cared to make with her family and friends were never something that came easily to her. Born to a pair of rather simple individuals, Callie’s father was a trade worker in the electrician’s field while her mother was a stay-at-home caretaker. She fulfilled her sort of stereotype rather well, though; she got good grades, kept to herself in school, and only really reached out to people when necessary. Callie’s only real social interaction came from her tagging along with the neighborhood kids, who were all rather close, as they played all sorts of games. She never was a center of attention, but she was never excluded, and that was all Callie could ask for. To just be a spectator was enough for her. Things degraded after time went on, however.

As Callie advanced in age, the marriage of her parents slowly degraded until they left one another on rather simple terms. It was nothing big, just a loss of love. Callie wasn’t all that surprised at the time, and due to her young age, she didn’t really think ahead about the imminent change that would strike her life. After the whole long process of court nonsense, custody over Callie was given to her father and the two of them moved into a smaller place a few hours away, thus throwing an already introverted girl into a completely new school. It was hard for her to leave the neighborhood, but Callie had a rather naive outlook, not thinking about it too much. Things were no easier in her new home. In fact, between the casual bullying and all of the monetary issues, Callie’s life had definitely changed for the worse.

As Callie’s life went on, things only seemed to spiral more out of her control. Her lack of forward thinking left her in for much of a culture shock as that ‘neighborly’ air that surrounded her childhood community seemed entirely absent in the ‘real world’. It was almost as if her old house’s block was a whole different world than what was surrounding it. Callie found very few people that just accepted her as she was in middle school and high school. Between that and all the crazy mix-ups in her life, her grades began to fall and her attendance started to falter. School became such a lax priority in Callie’s life as she instead tried to spend her time seeking an outlet for her frustrations.

It wasn’t until her Junior year of high school that Callie truly found her escape. On a whim, she signed up for a Creative Writing course for easy credit. In the course, Callie surprised even herself with her abilities as well as making a lifelong confidant in her instructor. It was through this class (which Callie proceeded to repeat for her final year of high school) that she found what truly brought her joy. In between fiction and poetry, she finally had an outlet.

Upon graduation, Callie had little to no idea of what she wanted to do. She loved to write, but wouldn’t dare pursue such a trade that provided no reliable work. She instead sought to go to college as her parents had so vehemently encouraged her to do. Callie was also at a loss in picking a college. She did know one thing about the decision, though: she wanted to get far away from her home state. California or Florida… Somewhere nice. In the end, she didn’t have the grades for her dream school and ended up applying to a few schools that looked tolerable in hopes she would be able to spend a year somewhere and re-apply to a different college after that. That is how she ended up in good old rural Montana… But don’t tell anyone.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Don’t expect any last minute revelations."

Writer ⫻ Callie has a talent for writing. Be it fiction or poetry, she finds herself constantly writing… Or at least trying to write. Perhaps it’s just a superb sense of creativity. Perhaps she’s the next great visionary. Who knows?

Watchful Eye ⫻ Callie often finds herself playing the role of the observer. She’s come to spend a great deal of her life as nothing more than a sort of spectator. This simple quirk has made Callie quite the observant eye when necessary. She tends to notice the little things that others might not even glance at.

ABSTRACTION

"Imagine the sea of stories that remains unseen."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A strange symbol placed on the base of her neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Eye of Providence, the ability to observe a specific location, and see abstract concepts.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Callie's abstraction has granted the ability to see which is unseen. This Abstraction comes in a variety of different forms, the main ability that Callie has access to is the ability to "observe." Basically, this ability allows her to visualize a location, and scry that location as if she was there. Gaining all that information in her mind's eye, she'll receive all the sights and sounds in her mind's eye. She can observe any location within ten meters of herself, and in any angle, she just needs to know about the location. This ability to observe has a few sub-powers. Starting with the ability to see into the minds of others, and read their thoughts - it works on a different level than telepathy, as it's looking directly into someone's mind. Callie will have to shift through thoughts to find the information she wants. If she wanted to, she could see memories, emotions, and things that have been forgotten. The other ability inherent to her Abstraction is the ability to see through the eyes of others; as if she was the person. She'd be considered a passenger, and be able to do nothing but watch through their eyes. It has a strange effect where the more Callie uses her ability, the stronger it gets. Her field of view will be expanded, and she'll be able to see clearly.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Callie's power gets a significant boost. Starting with the ability to observe up to three separate locations at a time, and her range is boosted to thirty meters. This means she could, in theory, observe one location, see someone's mind, while also seeing through someone else's eyes. Callie gains the ability to see the unseen, things such as abstract concepts (the pain of a person, ghosts, auras, etc), and more. She can also see the future with intense amounts of concentration.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Callie's Abstraction renders aura reading redundant. However, she creates a passive effect that allows other people to sense auras much better, and increases their range up to fifteen meters.

LIMITS ⫻ The main limit to her ability is visualization, and prior knowledge. Essentially meaning that she has to be able to visualize the location she wants to see. Say if she wants to see her room; should be easy enough as she's familiar with the room. If she wants to observe a office she visited once, she's going to have a harder time visualizing it, and thus seeing into it. Other than that, she can only see locations within ten meters of herself, and only one location at a time (unless in the presence of the mountain). Callie's ability is naturally countered by things such as invisibility, and in addition, an Awakened can tell that Callie is observing an area due to the ripples that appear.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Vision is a gift and a curse, while she can see more, Callie is extra vulnerable to the same things that would be a threat to her normal vision. Namely being bright lights, which are her absolute bane. In addition, observing a location removes Callie's ability to see through her own eyes (unless in the presence of the mountain, yadda, yadda), and thus makes her vulnerable to assault. Using the ability to see multiple places at once under the mountain's presence strains her mind greatly, along with overusing her abilities can cause an information overload where she sees everything at once.

OTHER

"Maybe I was some cool secret agent in another parallel world..."

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@Surtr

Very cool! I'm definitely interested in trying it out.

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Alright! Sorry for the late creation. Things have been busy, but I hope she suffices. I left abstraction blank, so I could be assigned one. If it's a bit late for that, I can always write something up.

Callie Kingston

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"I’m a writer, yes… What have I written? Oh… "

[ 19 | 5’3” | Caucasian She/Her | 117 lbs ]

Wistfulness

APPEARANCE

"I hope it compensates for my personality..."

The moment you lay eyes upon the girl, you would be able to tell way more than you should be able to about a stranger’s personality just from Callie’s mannerisms. She has a tendency to appear ‘closed off’ or self-conscious even when just remaining idle. This tends to manifest most obviously when Callie seats herself, whereupon her legs are often drawn close to her body and her arm come to up near her chest as if such a childish pose was comfortable to her. Callie’s voice can be heard almost always through a murmuring tone, inhabiting a sort of breathy quality. It is clear by the hard pronunciation of her syllables that she has a Midwestern dialect.

Callie was blessed with a slim and lean figure. Her skinny limbs almost appear wiry attached to her fragile frame. It is extremely clear upon first viewing the girl that she is by no means any star athlete, but she sports a healthy build, though, with her appetite for sweet foods, you’d be surprised she maintains a sort of figure at all. Her skin is smooth and fair in nature, though it appears often more pallid than one might imagine for a girl constantly outside in sunny Montana.

Most commonly, Callie’s face is coveted by a pensive yet absent look, as if equally deep in thought and entranced by her surroundings at the same time. The most prominent features of her face center around her rather distinct cheekbones, easily defined due to her slim and rounded face shape. Easily noticeable upon first meeting her are Callie’s emerald eyes, contrasting well with her dark brown hair, which from a distance, might even look black. Her hair is styled- or moreso unstyled- in a slightly curly manner falling just past her shoulders. It also also not uncommon for her to style it in a side swept updo that comes over one shoulder, then supplemented with whatever ribbon accessories Callie sees fit.

Callie’s outfits tend to have quite a bit of variability as she’s not one to forego a fashionable look even despite her ‘less than center of attention’ vibe. More So than anything else, however, she’ll often sport a pair of skinny jeans alongside a simple top. More often than not, Callie enjoys sporting a jacket over top of her shirt if the weather isn’t too horrible.

PSYCHOLOGY

"If only I was as interesting as the rumors..."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ More than anything Callie just wishes to find a place for herself in the world. In her current condition, she finds herself pulled back and forth between different tasks with so little motivation. Not only does she yearn for a true purpose, but also an accepted place in a social sense.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Callie would best be described as a dreamer. She’s come to see the bad that plagues the world, but chooses to seek for more hope. Despite this slightly pessimistic outlook, Callie spends all too much time sitting back and dreaming as the world burns around her. Even her negativity is trumped in the end, as Callie sees herself as a force of nature, believing that even in the inevitability of life she intends to persevere and become something great. You know… If she ever turns those moments of wishful thinking into a reality.

SECRETS ⫻ When it comes to a quiet girl like Callie, there’s bound to be a whole host of secrets hidden behind her silence. For starters, Callie really doesn’t talk about her past. She finds herself too insecure about how insignificant it seems compared to how it all felt.

DESIRES ⫻ Callie dreams for all too many things. She seeks companionship-- something she feels she’s been starved of for so long. Callie also wishes to become a writer, publishing her works and her poetry. Some things just seem like pipe dreams, though, right?

SEXUALITY ⫻ Callie has always been attracted to guys, but mainly because it was how she was brought up to perceive the world rather than representative of her actual beliefs. She finds that personally, she has no gender-based preference.

FEARS ⫻ Callie always says she has no fear, but as with most all of similar cases, this is quite untrue. In honesty, Callie fears living her entire life unhappy. It seems inevitable to her that her time will go by without much enjoyment, but it scares her that something like that could be the truth.

REPUTATION ⫻ Callie tends to give off a mysterious vibe to the residents that distantly know her. No one really knows where she came from or why she came to Montana. She has been noted to have a tendency to be seen around the town just casually relaxing and writing in her notebook. There have been a few silly rumors started, which Callie seems to fully accept, happy to hear the funny speculations. Those who know her a bit better will know about her sarcastic attitude towards the world.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Above all else, Callie is always bothered by intolerance. Perhaps she fancies herself too much of a thinker, but any radical hate for others just makes people seem narrow-minded and barbaric. It is rare that anyone would ever see Callie outwardly showing an aggressive hate.

QUIRKS ⫻ Just from Callie’s everyday mannerisms, you’d be able to discern more than any person should comfortably be able to about a stranger’s personality. She has a strange tendency to keep herself very closed off in terms of body language. This manifests itself as simple gestures such as having her legs scrunched up against her chest when sitting or rolling her shoulders slightly inwards, as if appearing smaller.

BACKSTORY

"I’d prefer if you just thought of me as some ever-mysterious action heroine."

Callie tends to be quite adept at keeping all the details of her past hidden from her peers. Then again, there aren’t many folks that would care to ask. Her tale is a common one, as she was the sort of girl that would be forgotten in the grand scheme of things. As one of the students of Grand Ridge Academy that actually chose to go to rural Montana from elsewhere, Callie is a suburban kid through and through from the great and well known state of beautiful Ohio where she was raised since her birth.

Callie’s life was a quiet one growing up. As an only child, there was only so much conversation she cared to make with her family and friends were never something that came easily to her. Born to a pair of rather simple individuals, Callie’s father was a trade worker in the electrician’s field while her mother was a stay-at-home caretaker. She fulfilled her sort of stereotype rather well, though; she got good grades, kept to herself in school, and only really reached out to people when necessary. Callie’s only real social interaction came from her tagging along with the neighborhood kids, who were all rather close, as they played all sorts of games. She never was a center of attention, but she was never excluded, and that was all Callie could ask for. To just be a spectator was enough for her. Things degraded after time went on, however.

As Callie advanced in age, the marriage of her parents slowly degraded until they left one another on rather simple terms. It was nothing big, just a loss of love. Callie wasn’t all that surprised at the time, and due to her young age, she didn’t really think ahead about the imminent change that would strike her life. After the whole long process of court nonsense, custody over Callie was given to her father and the two of them moved into a smaller place a few hours away, thus throwing an already introverted girl into a completely new school. It was hard for her to leave the neighborhood, but Callie had a rather naive outlook, not thinking about it too much. Things were no easier in her new home. In fact, between the casual bullying and all of the monetary issues, Callie’s life had definitely changed for the worse.

As Callie’s life went on, things only seemed to spiral more out of her control. Her lack of forward thinking left her in for much of a culture shock as that ‘neighborly’ air that surrounded her childhood community seemed entirely absent in the ‘real world’. It was almost as if her old house’s block was a whole different world than what was surrounding it. Callie found very few people that just accepted her as she was in middle school and high school. Between that and all the crazy mix-ups in her life, her grades began to fall and her attendance started to falter. School became such a lax priority in Callie’s life as she instead tried to spend her time seeking an outlet for her frustrations.

It wasn’t until her Junior year of high school that Callie truly found her escape. On a whim, she signed up for a Creative Writing course for easy credit. In the course, Callie surprised even herself with her abilities as well as making a lifelong confidant in her instructor. It was through this class (which Callie proceeded to repeat for her final year of high school) that she found what truly brought her joy. In between fiction and poetry, she finally had an outlet.

Upon graduation, Callie had little to no idea of what she wanted to do. She loved to write, but wouldn’t dare pursue such a trade that provided no reliable work. She instead sought to go to college as her parents had so vehemently encouraged her to do. Callie was also at a loss in picking a college. She did know one thing about the decision, though: she wanted to get far away from her home state. California or Florida… Somewhere nice. In the end, she didn’t have the grades for her dream school and ended up applying to a few schools that looked tolerable in hopes she would be able to spend a year somewhere and re-apply to a different college after that. That is how she ended up in good old rural Montana… But don’t tell anyone.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Don’t expect any last minute revelations."

Writer ⫻ Callie has a talent for writing. Be it fiction or poetry, she finds herself constantly writing… Or at least trying to write. Perhaps it’s just a superb sense of creativity. Perhaps she’s the next great visionary. Who knows?

Watchful Eye ⫻ Callie often finds herself playing the role of the observer. She’s come to spend a great deal of her life as nothing more than a sort of spectator. This simple quirk has made Callie quite the observant eye when necessary. She tends to notice the little things that others might not even glance at.

ABSTRACTION

"Quote about abstraction here."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ (Where is your character's Sigil, and what does it look like?)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ (Put the name of the Abstraction here, with a one sentence description of what the Abstraction does)

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ (Go in depth with how the ability functions normally. Explain everything I need to know. Also, remember, shy away from powers based off the body)

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?)

AURA SENSING ⫻ (What auras can your character see, how far, and under what circumstance?)

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"Maybe I was some cool secret agent in another parallel world..."

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Do you per chance have room for one more? I'm starting to toy with some ideas, so I should be able to have a sheet up relatively quickly.

Sins of the Father =][= W40k Dark Heresy RP

Oh wow. Very interesting story for the 40k world. I'd love to join.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

I'd definitely be interesting in joining up.

Mobile F.R.A.M.E. - Seeking partners for development. (Real-robot mecha with an 80's/90's anime/RPG flair, space opera and cyberpunk elements)

Oh gosh. I remember this from way back when. I was actually thinking about how fun the combat and systems were a few days ago. If this restarts, I'd definitely want to take part.

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

"Wow," the Guide mumbled to herself, sliding her sandal off and back on slowly, watching the solitary Prime Entity, "she can really see 'em through all that. Pretty crazy." Placidity only lasted a moment, doomed as it seemed in the presence of the Hollow Egress. The Priestess had sat upright, scrambling backward with rapidity, slamming her eyes shut against the world before her and let out a piercing scream.

With that, Rose flowed into motion, hopping down the steps after one last repetition with her sandal. She didn't exactly see what had caused the Dream's reaction, but figured it had something to do with a spike in perception or a momentary recollection of the Slaughter Doll's actions. "Hey," she called out, lazily waving with her approach, "ya ok, there, Priestess? Ya look pretty shook up, ya know!" Rose smiled, hoping to put the girl at ease, and slowed her pace to keep a respectful distance between them. "Ain't really much out here to be worried about, though. Take a breather, we'll talk when ya ready, ok?"

She lowered herself to the grass, as she had done several times in the recent past, present and future, and observed the girl in earnest; her head tilted slightly and her smile steady.

Rosemary kept her eyes closed for a long while, just allowing herself to sit in the darkness. She feared that which would show before her if she opened them. Was this what death felt like? Was she dead? No, she couldn't be. She could still feel, and touch, and smell, and... hear? The girl flicked her eyes open at the noise... Though it was more than a noise. A voice?

What appeared before her was not the black and wispy mass that had first greeted her in death. This time around, her vision was coveted by another woman. Surprisingly modern-looking for an Angel of Death... She wore everyday clothes not much different than an outfit Rosemary might wear herself on a day like this one. What stood out, though, was the flow of pink locks rolling uncluttered down her face. Every detail about her appearance looked almost preplanned and perfectly neat. The setting Rosemary found herself in would still make the girl before her an imposing sight to behold, but it was by all means a welcome sight after her past two encounters.

"Wh-Who are you?" It took Rosemary a long moment to muster up the courage to speak, and even then, she wasn't fully ready. Such was evident through her bewildered gaze and constant stammering over her own words. The woman's warm gaze and pleasant smile did little to calm a still stiff to the bone Rosemary. "Where am I?" She halted her tongue at that. It seemed those two questions would be the thoughts of any sane person in such a scenario, and it was time Rosemary vocalized them.

Being stared at was part of the usual process, the Dreams noting her appearance and demeanor almost always at the forefront. It was part of why she looked like she did. Though, if she were pressed about it, mint green was always more appealing to her than pink. Still, it felt like there was more going on the Priestess' head. Death always got people to thinking about things, whether they were truly important or not. Even though silence, too, was usually a part of the process; Rose hated it. More than anything, she had come to hate those quiet moments.

Thankfully, her own increasingly errant thoughts were reigned in when the girl finally spoke. Her canter and tone were nearly heartbreaking, Rose's eyes taking a cast of sadness as she listened. Her own tone, when issued, was much the same as always; though her voice had softened considerably, at least with the first few words. "Man, Prime Entites always manage to hit me right in the soft-spot. Me, though? I'm Rose! I'm ya Guide, here, in Navain. To answer the question that comes next, though, Navain is this world. This Reality." The Guide sighed, rocking back and forth a little, "Thinkin' about it, though, nobody ever really asks what I am, ya know? Not that I can really talk about it, anyway, but still." Catching herself, she giggled. "Sorry, sorry, that ain't proper of me, Priestess; this meeting is supposed to be about who ya are and what ya gonna accomplish. S'nice to meet ya, for real! I, uh, hope what happened back in ya Corporeal Reality ain't...uh, y'know, ain't hurt too much."

Her hands came up to rest against her cheeks as she stared back at the Priestess of Phantoms. There was something there that felt different, to Rose, something almost personal that she imagined existing. She smiled more broadly, hoping it to be a soothing action; though she knew her propensity for grinning almost constantly could be offputting to some.

It was curious. The girl before Rosemary held herself with a knowing demeanor, as if the whole process of Rosemary's awakening in this strange place had played out like a movie she had seen all too many times before. Rosemary's silence continued as her 'guide' came to give what could at best be called the most vague explanation possible. Rosemary exhaled sharply, trying her best to grip the situation she found herself in. Navain... An interesting alternative, but it was no Heaven... As the guide continued to talk, Rosemary held herself from interjecting despite the surge of questions that flooded her mind and would not cease growing in size as more time past.

"I suppose the question that comes after that is whether or not someone can go back?" There was a certain inquiry to her tone, but Rosemary showed no sign of identifying with the will to return that she spoke of. To her, it was already a hopeless impossibility. As her words left her lips, she tried to hold herself back, but the only logical course of action would be to ask more questions. Surely Rose knew that was coming. At least, that was if Rosemary was sure this was some sort of 'land of the dead' like she'd inferred.

Two more things nagged her mind purely sprouting from the limited dialogue that Rose had given to her. She couldn't hold herself back any longer, despite how cliche she felt the constant questioning was. "Well... What am I going to accomplish then? And what do you mean 'Priestess'?"

"Goin' back? Yeah, that's mostly the point'a this for the Dreams...uh, their goal, anyway. I dunno, it's kind of the best incentive my boss could think of," Rose reclined, ceasing her rocking, putting her hands behind her head and staring up at a cloud-stolen expanse of sky, wondering distantly about the girl's turn in tone "but, yeah, for sure ya can go back. Problem is ya don't always get to stay. I shoulda explained the 'Priestess' bit, earlier, but I never know what to call people when they show up, 'cept by their Titles. Ya happen to be the 'Priestess of Phantoms'. It's pretty much always reflective of ya Manifestation, which is an ability ya possess. I'm, uh, pretty useless on that end, though, ya kinda supposed to figure it out as things go on."

'Useless' was a harsh term for the Guide to say or swallow, so it was almost always used with a measure of chagrin. There were rarely any truly useless things in the expanse of Realities that composed both Corporeal and Esoteric spaces, unless they were simply designed to be so. The truth of it, Rose knew, was that she was quite near useless in most regards; but that had not yet stalled her. Moving forward was the only option available to her, regardless of how it felt like her existence was a perpetual test in drudgery. Scribe had taken notice of her, true, but that was hardly any sort of honor. Her place was one of punishment. Of penance. Just as it was for the Pariah Dreams.

She scratched at her nose, lightly, before sitting upright again. "What ya gonna accomplish is really up to how effectively you and the other Pariah Dreams manage to work together, and how much work Scribe really expects outta ya." Smiling, still, she continued. "I'm askin' ya to go into that building over there, the Hollow Egress, and risk ya 'current' existence to obtain an item, an Anchor, that'll let ya go home. That ain't really all it does, but, uh, I can't talk about that until after ya have it in ya hands." Rose stood, once again removing her sandal with a deliberate slowness; eyes focused solely on the action as she spoke. "I know pretty much everything I say brings up more questions, but for the most part I can't answer 'em right now. That comes after. If ya willin' to help, that is...uh" She took her eyes from the sandal, placing her foot back in as her focus shifted to the Priestess, "uh...what is ya name, anyway?"

Going back, huh? An incentive... eh? She was a captive in death and life was an incentive... Most of the fear had melted off of Rosemary's face at this point, though a frown lingered all throughout the next bout of cryptic riddles and responses Rose gave her. Now she had a title and some sort of ability. There were 'Dreams'? None of it made sense. Rosemary knew that it wasn't going to get any more clear no matter how much more she questioned.

Rosemary's eyes flick to the so-called 'Hollow Egress' as directed by her guide. "We have to go on a quest to find an anchor to go live again..." She spoke slightly sarcastically as she mused on the scenario that took place around her. Her head shook ever so slightly. Whether it was in disbelief or in pure confusion was not so easy to determine. Simultaneously, Rosemary began to stand up, on shaking legs at first. The world was all so new to her. It quite literally felt like a whole new world. It quite probably was a whole new world... "My name? I-I'm Rosemary..." Rosemary held herself back, contemplating the words for a long time. It was almost as if she, herself, had forgotten until that very moment.

Her eyes fell back upon the distant building. "It's not like I had anything going on today anyways..."

"Well, s'nice to meet ya, Rosemary," the Guide nodded along with the words, turning to look upon the Hollow Egress as well, "and that's the right, uh, spirit, I guess. Once ya get in, the other folk'll be waitin' around...or, at least, they should be. I don't really have any way of knowing what's goin' on in there, given my circumstances." She sighed, sliding her hands into the pocket of her hoodie and began removing her sandal again. "At best I'll be able to give ya some insight if ya come across a Node. They'll look kinda like high-tech trash cans, all gold and blue, usually situated in an area of 'distortion'. Shouldn't be too hard to identify, y'know?"

Her foot grazed against the grass, and Rose let her gaze drift away from the building. It wasn't a favorite of the Guide's, and the events of 'today' had thusfar drained her of what little affinity she might have felt for the building. "But, yeah," she said, her free foot still sliding across the soft growth, "it's not exactly safe, in there, so be sure ya prepared before crossing that threshold. There's not really a time limit, or anything, but we all got a lot ahead of us..." Her smile had faded, at some point, though Rose couldn't exactly recall when she had stopped putting conscious effort into it. There was certainly a feeling of wrongness that had crept through her.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, Rosemary..." she didn't know why she felt the apology necessary, but forged ahead with the unbidden impulse anyway, "I know this ain't what anyone wants, in their first moments of visiting a new world...or, really, if anyone ever wants this to begin with. It ain't right, the way it works. The way Scribe works." With that, she smiled, "But Navain is a pretty great place! If ya want, I can show ya and the other Dreams around some of the nicer spots later on!"

"High-tech trash cans, eh? I suppose I'll be on the lookout then..." Rosemary's tone carried its usual unserious sarcasm. She rolled her shoulders as she began to push herself to her feet. There was a moment where her eyes swept across the world around her. It was the first time she was seeing this new environment that had become her reality, but that wasn't the purpose of her nervous gazing. Luckily, she'd spotted no more creatures of shadow and her eyes settled back upon Rose.

It's not exactly safe... We got a lot ahead of us... The blankness of Rosemary's expression seemed to hold a deep-seated grimness. She noticed her guide's smile fade away into neutrality as well. The poor girl merely stood there for a moment. Between the events of the recent past, the cryptic attitude of the only person Rosemary had seen since then, and the foreboding thoughts that plagued her mind, Rosemary was left only to imagine what dangers lied ahead. No matter what they were, though, she knew they were coming.

The long pause from Rosemary continued as her guide carried on talking. After her eyes finally settled upon her destination: the building, or whatever Rose had called it, she finally spoke up. "Then I shouldn't need to futilely bother you anymore..." Rosemary's words came in mumbles, as if it was more directed towards herself rather than Rose. If she felt she could have said nothing, she would have, but the world was all too foreign for her to forego a final parting word. Rosemary hadn't even given Rose the courtesy of a last glance. Her solemn eyes already deadset and focused. "I hope I don't owe you anything for... Rebirth..."

It was then that Rosemary moved towards the forefront of the ominous structure. It was time to delve into things. Confusing metaphors and riddles weren't to do her any good. Perhaps she was just too curious to wait any longer, but she sure didn't feel like it. She was just too focused on that biting feeling that left her so put off. Rosemary's last words were uttered with the wind as she started to move off, barely audible if even heard by the guide. "Find the anchor..."

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I'll hop in with a CS soon enough.