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Datura - Splitting Off
Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times?
Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby."
"Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock.
She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.
@Forsythe
...I can't tell whether my enjoyment of this stupid kid's show is still ironic or not.
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Sepia Russet - Corridor, Approaching Gym
"Wait, so why did you want to visit the gym?" As Sepia and her "parents" got closer to the location in question, her curiosity over Datura's request to go to such a hotspot for student activity increased. So far, the young woman had wanted absolutely nothing more than necessary to do with Beacon as a whole, much less any particular locations. The only response Sepia got was a flash of purple eyes and a sullen sigh. Well, it wasn't like she expected any different from her ever-testy...what, exactly? She'd told the student earlier that Datura was her adoptive mother, which was the simplest and most technically accurate answer. However, the true nature of their relationship had never been clear to begin with and was even more so currently. Sepia had always held a sort of distant admiration - and admittedly a tiny bit of a girl crush - for her older companion, but the other girl seemed to flip between viciously protective and deeply bitter at a moment's notice. Really, the only thing consistent about her behavior was the way she was practically glued to Soot every time they were together.
To his credit, Soot never seemed to favor either of "his girls" over the other. Not that Sepia could feel the jealousy practically rolling off of Datura whenever Soot spoiled the coydog faunus or anything. Oh well, the ex-"free-fighter" probably deserved to be a little bit defensive over sources of genuine affection at this point. "I can live with it. It's my fault she's like this."
A strange sensation made Sepia stop walking suddenly, and it was only Soot's hand on Datura's shoulder that kept her from running into her daughter's back.
"Do you feel something unusual?" Soot questioned, picking up on her reason for abruptly halting.
It was difficult to put into exact words, but everything seemed to...echo, somehow. Whereas the general feelings and vague thoughts of those nearby had previously simply settled into a constant hum in the corners of her mind, they now seemed to split, one half behaving like normal while the other pulled to a single point in the distance. That point was bouncing them back at her occasionally, and the slight de-synch combined with the increased "volume" was threating to trigger a migraine. "Ugh...I'm getting some kind of interference, if that makes any sense." She rubbed the slightly raised edge of what had to be her least favorite scar (not that she had many to choose from), one that while long, was hidden entirely under her hair most of the time due to its location on her scalp.
"Head acting up?" His tone was so guilty, jeez it was just going to make things worse.
"Not yet. I hope whatever is causing this is temporary, though."
I have seen him viewing this topic months after his last post, so is it possible that he simply cannot communicate?
I don't know if I speak for anyone besides myself with what I'm about to say, but here goes:
When I write, it's because I enjoy creating things. Characters, settings, stories, all of that and more. However, as much as I enjoy RPs because of the immediate feedback and sense of mystery and anticipation in what the other people will write, they always pose a problem in terms of motivation for me because of the reasons I just gave for writing at all. I don't know if any of you know me well enough to have noticed this already, but I'm a very easily intimidated person. I started RPing when I was very young and immature, and as a result made some very stupid decisions that I don't like to think about and I now know drove some people up the wall. The problem is, no one came out and told me back then that I needed to get it together and act more maturely. Instead, they badmouthed me behind my back. It was ultimately a good thing because it made me more self-aware, but it has also made me very insecure when it comes to "rocking the boat", so to speak.
Now, whenever a cool idea comes to me that would otherwise motivate me to share it through posting, I start to get nervous instead. "You'll re-read that tomorrow and think it's stupid." "You're being self-centered, no one cares but you." "You don't have the authority to put that forward." If I go silent for a long time, sometimes it's for real life reasons, but other times thoughts like these are weighing me down. I know it's mostly just my stupid brain, but I usually feel as though I have no control over the story of an RP and my character(s) are completely insignificant, and when the excitement of something being "new" is gone, it's all I'm left with. Maybe it would help if power over the RP's direction was spread around more.
Edit: Honestly, I'm wondering if this should be RWBY anymore. A good number of people here seem to feel negatively about it, and most of its influences are either superficial (color names, generic "monster" enemies, semblances that could honestly just be super powers) or hindering (four person teams, missions that need to be "completed").
When I write, it's because I enjoy creating things. Characters, settings, stories, all of that and more. However, as much as I enjoy RPs because of the immediate feedback and sense of mystery and anticipation in what the other people will write, they always pose a problem in terms of motivation for me because of the reasons I just gave for writing at all. I don't know if any of you know me well enough to have noticed this already, but I'm a very easily intimidated person. I started RPing when I was very young and immature, and as a result made some very stupid decisions that I don't like to think about and I now know drove some people up the wall. The problem is, no one came out and told me back then that I needed to get it together and act more maturely. Instead, they badmouthed me behind my back. It was ultimately a good thing because it made me more self-aware, but it has also made me very insecure when it comes to "rocking the boat", so to speak.
Now, whenever a cool idea comes to me that would otherwise motivate me to share it through posting, I start to get nervous instead. "You'll re-read that tomorrow and think it's stupid." "You're being self-centered, no one cares but you." "You don't have the authority to put that forward." If I go silent for a long time, sometimes it's for real life reasons, but other times thoughts like these are weighing me down. I know it's mostly just my stupid brain, but I usually feel as though I have no control over the story of an RP and my character(s) are completely insignificant, and when the excitement of something being "new" is gone, it's all I'm left with. Maybe it would help if power over the RP's direction was spread around more.
Edit: Honestly, I'm wondering if this should be RWBY anymore. A good number of people here seem to feel negatively about it, and most of its influences are either superficial (color names, generic "monster" enemies, semblances that could honestly just be super powers) or hindering (four person teams, missions that need to be "completed").
One more day... before I reach the finish line!!
I can't wait!!!
Hang in there! I still have 2 weeks...
(Everyone should do one. Exercises like these are good for writing round characters) *scuttles back under rock*
AP exams : S
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