Sekiro and Code Vein definitely.
Also CTR Nitro-Fueled, and the MediEvil Remake.
Also CTR Nitro-Fueled, and the MediEvil Remake.
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S N A K E E Y E S
Location: Abandoned Factory, Industrial District
Time of Day: Night
Mentions: Serene Light @DocRock
Several hours ago, Destiny had arrived in Santa Celia. This was the location her husband had told her that their daughter would be coming to, but it didn't seem that special a city. at least not at first glance. It was only an hour later as she was listening to the radio with a cigarette between her fingers that she heard of some sort of chemical explosion that had caused a cloud. Well, that was something unusual, she'd give it that. Her husband always kept things from her even when they were together. He definitely knew something about this city that most people didn't.
Her car was stashed in one of the loading bays, which was now shut and locked. All her tracks, barring one door with a busted lock, had been covered. Free to relax, she laid back and though about this location. She picked it because she tried to trace the route she'd take if she were her daughter. From the freeway, to the industrial district, and seeing this large eye-catching derelict factory. It's what she'd do. If her daughter didn't show up, it meant that she took after her father more, and had made plans to stay somewhere. Even if that was the case, it'd be possible to track her down.
She studied her cybernetic left arm, and in it's shiny black surface, studied her reflection. She hoped her daughter would even recognize her. Destiny's once long, red hair was now black and short, she had a robot arm and her eyes...well, they were reptilian. A keepsake from H.A.T., who saved her life in return for a few...favors. At least they let Destiny keep her biological enhancements, and the arm, free of charge in payment for allowing them to test on her, and that the tests were successful. These changes gave her several new abilities that were useful for an assassin. The biggest downside was the the conspicuous eyes, which were such a noticeable and alarming part of her appearance that they had earned her the moniker 'Snakeeyes'.
She heard noises downstairs, and turned the radio off, listening intently. There was somebody in the building. It might not be Serene, but all things considered, it probably was. Slipping a gun into her holster, just in case it wasn't, and putting her cigarette out, Destiny crept downstairs. Even though it was dark, Destiny's infrared receptors, now just a part of her biology, no gadgets needed, picked up the scent of the visitor. It was a female, about the right age, and she was wearing a miner's cap and regular street clothes. Yes, thos was Serene alright. Destiny could just tell. Her mother's instinct, that she thought was dead and buried in the hole where all her feelings of love resided, was starting to splutter to life, and it told her that this girl was her daughter.
Serene would hear the door she had propped open slam shut, and a the sound of a stone rolling on the ground, if she shone her flash light in that direction, she would see a woman in her late forties or early fifties, in a black vest and loose jeans, with a holster on her belt. Looking closer, one of her arms was black and clearly a prosthetic. Maybe even robotic. Looking yet closer, she'd notice the woman's eyes. They were unnaturally yellow-green and the pupils were shaped like a reptile's. The last thing she'd notice is despite all of this, despite the woman's messy short black hair, and having aged since, this woman's face resembled the pictures of her mother.
The woman stood there, looking a little uncertain and wary, letting Serene make the first move.
I have a few characters I come back to a lot because I've clicked with them, but every time I use them, it's a different version of that character. They're in a different canon, nothing they've done before carries over, there are probably changes to their backstory and personality, etc.
I don't have a problem with cliches as a general rule. Some character archetypes are used a lot for a reason; they work.
But in RP, there's often another reason certain character archetypes are used a lot; they're easy.
Even when using cliches, they're just the base you need to build on. It's when people don't build upon cliches that you really notice them.
But in RP, there's often another reason certain character archetypes are used a lot; they're easy.
Even when using cliches, they're just the base you need to build on. It's when people don't build upon cliches that you really notice them.
Heidi Williams
Heidi looked back and forth as Ayel and Jason spoke to each other, taking everything in, as well as digesting what had already been said. Jason's reasoning was sound, and Ayel being the mutant who'd sent the message was the most likely single possibility, it was less likely that everything else combined. As such, Heidi didn't want to jump to conclusions and keep an open mind, while also remaining suspicious of Ayel. Another thing from earlier that had given her a lot to think about was the last thing that Ayel had said to her before Jason arrived. For who and for what did she intend to use her powers?
Before the attack, Heidi tried to make plans combining pro-registration ideals with her own compassion. With her new mutation, that was a lot easier to do, though still tool a lot of time. She thought about it a lot in her free time, keeping the thought process running in the background. One day, she'd have the means at her disposal to carry out her plan. By then, it would be bulletproof.
It was lucky for Jason that Heidi was looking in the other direction when he hit himself in the face with a stone. It was also lucky for Heidi, who didn't miss Aya's awakening. Every moment, from the coughing to the shaking to the sweat, to the pain, was recorded. As well as the words 'Nocturn' and 'Uná'. Heidi made several assumptions from this; Aya knew that Uná was at Nocturn. Aya's mutation allowed her to track Uná. To achieve this, she had to be unconscious. Deduction? Aya's mutation is astral projection or something very similar.
Heidi didn't know if Aya said anything else, as Jason went over to check on her, obscuring both of their mouths. When he turned back to her, it was to ask her who or what Nocturn is. She'd seen that before. It was a place. She saw it on a map. Her brain scanned every single map of this city she'd ever seen online or otherwise and found the one she was looking for. Google Maps showed Nocturn as a location. This memory also gave her the exact location of Nocturn. She cross-referenced that memory with the memory of looking at a different map showing this club, that she had looked at earlier today. Now she knew how to get to Nocturn from here, or indeed, anywhere else in the city.
"Yes," she replied. "It's a place and I know exactly where it is."
"Nobody else got hurt in the fight between Jett and Roy, if that's what you're asking. I'm going to the infirmary because Acion took some nasty hits sparring with Dulga just before the fight started and I want to make sure he's okay. What happened as far as can tell is that Jett and Roy started arguing. They were arguing about pretty much nothing, but very aggressively. I think they both just wanted a scrap. Then they started fighting, and it was quite brutal. They were actually trying to really hurt each other, so I went to get a teacher. When I came back, Roy had a light arrow pointed at Jett's heart and the girls were stepping in between them to break the fight up."
The two of them reached the infirmary just in time to see Tomoe resting on Action's lap. Even though Hitomi knew Tomoe well enough to know this was just her thing, and even though Acion looked very uncomfortable about it, Hitomi could feel a pang of jealousy. Actually pang was far too weak a word. 'Knife to the chest and twist' of jealously. Hitomi cleared her throat, angrier than she meant to. Luckily she could reel herself in when it came time to speak, even if it was taking her obvious effort to keep her voice in check that she was almost speaking through gritted teeth. She hadn't crossed the line in the sand with her roommate's crush, but Tomoe had certainly stepped on it.
"Tomoe, we had a conversation about this. Get off him."
Mako Akane
Mako looked out of the one-way glass behind the front desk, and not only surprised to see who it was, but once again couldn't get over how much Mia Haven looked like her mother back in the day. She slipped her hip flask back into her jacket and wiped her mouth, before emerging from the door that connected the secretary's office to the front desk.
"So sorry if I kept you waiting!" she chimed in her trademark saccharine voice, her closed eyes and her constant smile. "if it isn't all three Haven sisters? What brings you here today? If you're looking for your brother, you'll find him in the training room unless he left. When you see him, ask him what he did today." Mako opened her eyes to look into Mia's, and she'd see a mischievous twinkle in them.
Heidi Williams
"Actually," started Heidi, not being able to help herself in her drunken state, "the concept of mutants and mutations was scientific fact long before the X-gene, which itself does fit the scientific definition of a mutation. So it's not inaccurate. I do get your point though. Calling us 'gifted' is a lot more positive and humanising, if a little patronising. And yes, the possibilities of what could have happened to Aya had we not been there for her don't bear thinking about, even if I can't help it. The last thing I'd want is for her to get blamed for the monster. Even if I can't deny that her actually being the cause of the monster is a possibility, I don't believe it.
And the police can no longer deal with all crimes and disturbances. That's why we need superheroes, and the X-men. Monsters, supervillians, the supernatural and magical...the ordinary policeman cannot do anything to stop them. And yes, I'm better off out here, where I'm not getting in the way. My mutation can't help me fight monsters. I'm a Delta Class. If you're asking about my powers, my quick mind *is* my power. My brain can process things many times faster than normal, and I have a perfectly photographic memory. I'm basically a supercomputer. Sorry, I don't usually talk this much. I think it's the alcohol. I can't stop my thoughts from coming out."
She had been talking increasingly faster and faster, but now stopped herself, and took a few deep breaths. She looked back up at Ayal, but noticed that his eyes were looking past her, at somebody behind her. Not wanting to give away her biggest weakness, she maintained the charade that she could hear, and turned to face the new arrival, hoping that Ayel didn't say anything while her back was turned.
Though Heidi missed Jason's first line, she still blushed a little upon seeing her 'date' for the night finally show up. Not even Ayel kissing Heidi's hand, or calling her beautiful, had elicited this reaction. She read his lips, her version of 'listening' to him, and he immediately brought up a good point. Heidi didn't know Ayel's powers, he wasn't from the school, and thought of mutants as discriminated 'gifted'. Though it was not certain, it was looking more and more likely that Ayel was the voice that every mutant in the club had heard. All the pieces fit so far. Even so, there were too many other possibilities in Heidi's head for her to make the assumption. She may be a little too smart.
"Hey, Jason," she greeted sheepishly, hopefully lessening the tension and mediating a civil conversation as she turned back to Ayel to read his reply. If it came to it, she could stop them both herself and break them up, but she prayed a fight wouldn't start in the first place.
Heidi Williams
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just her brain rationalising the situation. But Heidi didn't blush or feel at all bashful when her hand was kissed. Part of her knew that she should. That wold have been her definite reaction to this before her mutation developed, especially considering he was a pretty boy. But this person seemed like a naturally dramatic person. He made exaggerated gestures, and spoke like a Shakespeare character. Of course he'd kiss her hand. It didn't seem strange, or rather, everything about this boy seemed so strange that it didn't stand out.
Ayel would notice that despite his attempts to look her in the eyes, her eyes moved around a lot, except when he talked, in which case they focused on his mouth. Not that she believed he was a gardener anyway, but she did a quick check and discerned that he did not have gardener's hands, did not smell of grass or soil, and did not have traces of grass or soil on his clothes or shoes. Why did he play this character? Was this a choice? Did he believe this had a purpose? Or was he just suffering from delusions?
She was about to answer him by giving an account of the night, and the monster, when he also asked if they were schoolmates, and if so, what were they doing out here. She hid it from him, but her mind was ringing with alarm bells. He was not a student of the Ashford Institute for the Gifted. He had no knowledge of the group that came here for the party. So, he was here by mere chance, or here was here for a reason other than that he was a fellow student. Heidi had to find out as quickly as possible what his purpose in being here was.
If he wasn't a mutant, Heidi could probably take him in a fight at this range. If he was a mutant, however, it would be a good idea to disclose that Aya and herself were mutants as the Ashford Institute. Maybe he'd be interested in signing up. The more unchecked mutants that were taken in to structured environments where they could be taught safety and restraint, the better. Thus, she had everything to gain, and nothing to lose from telling him. If she was wrong, she could knock him out in over a hundred different ways with no danger to herself or Aya. She did, however, decide to leave out any details of Uná or Lex, just in case he was connected to Lex.
"Aya and myself are from the Ashford Institute for the Gifted. It's a special school for mutants. We were here for a night out, but some kind of monster appeared in the club. The rest of our group's in there dealing with it, but I wouldn't have been much help, so I evacuated. As for Aya, I'm not exactly sure, but I'm presuming it's related to her mutation."
Heidi Williams
Heidi was grateful that none of the people who were leaving the club were paying Aya any mind, given the unnatural color of her eyes. The last thing Heidi wanted was for anybody to think that Aya was controlling the monster. If anyone ever broke from the pack to enquire about the two girls, Heidi would intercept them and explain that they were fine, and were just waiting for their friends to make it. In fact it was during one of these instances when, mere feet behind her, Ayel had approached Aya. Then man she was talking to drew her attention to this, and Heidi turned round to see a man carrying Aya on his back. It seemed he had given her his jacket, too. Heidi removed all surprise from her face before she turned back to the good Samaritan.
"Yes, that's him. I gotta go. Thank you anyway!"
Waving goodbye, she sped off across the street, and followed. She thought it very unlikely that he was a kidnapper, or an individual with otherwise nefarious purposes. They tend not to be that brazen or bold. The most likely explanation was that he was a fellow student at the school, who recognised Aya. Though he wasn't dressed for a party. Perhaps he didn't get an invitation, so was just watching. Either way, Heidi thought it safe to make the assumption that he knew Aya.
Once all three of them were in the alleyway, and Ayel turned to see Heidi, Heidi herself turned to make sure nobody else was close by, before confirming that the coast was clear and turning back to the two.
"The coast looks clear. I'm Heidi. Aya's schoolmate." she spoke calmly, offering her hand to him. Being slightly drunk was helping her to speak in a more natural and relaxed manner, now that she wasn't overthinking things. "Thanks for getting her somewhere a bit safer."
Mako Akane
"How do the proper teachers do this for a living?" Mako muttered to herself as she dropped the smile and her voice was no longer fake and saccharine, but unusually yet naturally deeper. She pinched her nose and sighed. "Alright, I can see trying to get you to make up isn't going to work. You've convinced yourself the other one doesn't truly understand, and you're not going to change your minds about that. Maybe neither of you do understand each other after all. All I know is I tried getting you to hug it out through my own efforts. Still, I can't just walk away and let you hold grudges against each other. I need to do something before you avoid each other, and the resentment turns to real hate. So, you two have detention. Together. Every day after school. Might give you two a chance to actually open up and tell each other your secrets instead of having a meaningless contest about who can scream 'You just don't get it!' the loudest, not realising that how can the other person get it when you don't talk about it?"
Mako left them both there, and turned away, heading out of the training room. She needed a drink.
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