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@BrutalBx

Nzige had to chuckle at Theo's introduction. "Well met, Theo from Everywhere," Ziggy said, though she had a hunch he was American, possibly a New Yorker if her voice analysis was accurate. It was a very American thing to refuse to be defined, to see oneself as the 'default', and to believe that America's culture, like its military presence, was global. Ziggy did not hold these things against Theo, they were merely aspects of his culture that he imbibed from his environment, and one cannot control the circumstances of one's own birth.

Upon being offered the top bunk, Nzige approached the bed. She didn't mind which bunk either way, but as her hand absentmindedly went up to touch the frame, the inaudible sonic ping that occurred from the contact got swallowed up by the metal structure, returning a very faint echo to Ziggy's finger. These beds were made of vibranium, though not pure. The metal was highly resistant to vibrations, and could be forged to either absorb all sound or to perfectly transfer it without itself receiving any shock or wear.

What Theo said next though...one didn't have to be a sound expert to pick up on the muted pain behind the words. Nzige listened carefully to what he had to say. Ziggy wondered if Theo was here for a chance at redemption, not unlike herself. His statement about his laugh piqued Nzige's interest. For her, sounds, and by extension, voices and music, were mathematical waves, purely scientific. Though she understood the effects music could have on emotions, her analytical mind had to draw the line whenever a voice or song was said to have 'magical' properties. Sound was vibrations and nothing more, anything else was purely subjective and psychological. She would have to ask him to laugh later so she could analyze its properties. Maybe it was similar in concept to the brown note, and resonated at a frequency that somehow interfered with neurons instead of with the bowels.

Putting such thoughts aside, Ziggy could tell Theo was waiting for her response, waiting to know if she would accept or reject his existence. Her thoughts zeroed in on his hobbies. Baseball. Ziggy liked Cricket because she watched it with her stepfather growing up, but decided to avoid this topic; as far as she knew, those who liked cricket hated baseball, and those who liked baseball hated cricket. Like rugby and American football, it was a source of nationalistic pride, and the knee-jerk dislike of whatever was different or 'deviated' from what one was used to. Beer. Unfortunately, Nzige's religion forbade the consumption of alcohol, so any potential conversation that could be had was already dead.

Building shit. "My teacher builds things," Ziggy finally said, sidestepping the issue of Theo's mental health. For now, she'll treat it as a non-issue and respectfully deal with him like a normal person. As someone who's on the spectrum, Nzige most of the time just wants people to understand without making a big fuss; she wanted neither annoyed, inconvenienced rejection, nor patronizing sympathy, and hope Theo was the same way. Ziggy went to her luggage and pulled out a long bag. Unzipping it, she took out something long and thin wrapped in cloth. Pulling off the cloth, she revealed a metal rod with a triangular cross-section. "My abilities involve sound, so my teacher made this for me to help me channel and focus my power. You've seen Star Wars, right?" Gripping the handle with both hands, Ziggy channeled the iconic lightsaber activation crackle followed by a steady hum through the rod, though the rod did not glow. She playfully swung it around slowly, adjusting the volume of the hum to sync up with her swings, though she was careful not to let it touch anything as doing so would create a cacophony similar to fifty smartphones vibrating on an aluminum table. She hoped something silly like this would help relieve any tension and break the ice properly, though she had slight misgivings about using Princess Shuri's gift as a plaything.
@Xaltwind

Dr.Drd is Salem's "Papa" to whom Salem harbors the kind of absolute loyalty that can only be born from abusive neglect. Salem's opinion of Rodias can be summed up by the following quotes, "I guess you're my step-dad. Are you going to leave me too?" and, "If I'm a good boy, will you stay?" It gets slightly worse because Salem recognizes the Player Characters as higher beings, so it's also a bit like the following:



Funny note, Salem abuses their telekinesis and tends to travel by telekinetically dangling everywhere like a puppet, and if given the chance, will hover to, and rest on people's shoulders:

@Xaltwind

Honestly, that veneer of 'friendly and polite' is probably sufficient for Salem, who prefers surface-level relationships because Salem has Hedgehog's Dilemma in spades. Salem does feel a sense of camaraderie with the other NPCs, seeing them as fellow 'lost things' and monsters. Relationships are like playing 'House' for Salem; they're willing to pretend to be, and act the part of the 'little brother' if Ashara is willing to pretend to be, and act the part of the 'older sister'. Even if the relationship is not real (and even mildly uncomfortable for both parties), Salem is satisfied as long as someone indulges the farcical fantasy. It's like eating cotton, it has no nutritional value, but at least it staves off the hunger and feeling of emptiness, which ironically fits because there's a lot of stuffed animals in the City of Lost Things.

On that note, Salem probably sees Graft like an uncle, Mamoru, Chuunithulu, Kath, and Light as older sisters, and Kaldorna as an aunt.
@Stern Algorithm So, I take it your character will like the monster ladies we have here huh?

Also don't worry about the dark bits. I just rewatched the brave little toaster after being reminded of that movie and uh,

And it was published by Disney.


Salem will try to endear themself to the other guild members, and will probably treat the monster ladies like "onee-chans". The problem with Salem is they are afraid to put any real effort into improving a relationship. I think of Salem like the following video, minus the having all the money in the world part:



Salem demands warmth, but is incapable of reciprocating warmth in an honest and sincere way. Salem does empathize with the others on one point: their creators abandoned them, though Salem's creator abandoned them first. Salem sees Rodias as two things: 1. the only creator who hasn't abandoned the guild yet, which deserves loyalty, and 2. someone who might abandon the guild at any moment, which deserves suspicion.

And yeah, Salem has a lot of Brave Little Toaster and Toy Story vibes, at least when it comes to being owned and abandoned, and unhealthy attachments/obsessions.
Sorry for the delay. I've decided against using funnels since I don't think they're space efficient. I'm on the hunt for a faceclaim
So, a bit of a trigger warning concerning Salem's creator. I didn't intend for it to get so dark.



”...hey…”

Nzige leaned against the wall, swallowing, and looking for all the world like she was suffering from a migraine. But as soon as Theo entered and spoke, the room lit up with acoustic intensity noticeable only to Nzige. The texture and pitch of Theo's voice filled the room, and she could swear she could 'see' the inside of his mouth and throat from where the sound emanated. Whatever the case, Theo's acoustic signature was now firmly established in Nzige's brain and she would be able to identify him by voice alone from now on.

"...peace...be upon you," Nzige greeted in a Wakandan accent. A hand subconsciously went up to tug at her hijab, the Muslim headscarf that she wore as a sign of modesty, to make sure it was secure. She lifted her keycard, which was still gripped in her hand, and noticed the name 'Theo', confirming that the dorms were co-ed. This was awkward. Her religious convictions suggested against gender mixing, but she had not had the forethought to ask the school to accommodate due to having assumed that the dorms would be gender-segregated. But if she asked to switch now, would Theo take it as a slight? Nzige decided to just roll with the punches. Besides, being able to fixate on a single source of sound helped her focus, making the ensuing conversation a bit of a necessity. Ziggy stopped leaning against the wall and introduced herself, though she did not offer to shake hands, "My name is Nzige Nyenje, but my non-Wakandan friends call me "Ziggy'. I'm from...well, Wakanda." Nzige found herself missing Amalia. She knew Lia was here, somewhere, but she had rushed to the dorm without looking for her friend due to being overwhelmed by white noise. Now she wasn't even sure if they were in the same class or not.
So, a bit of a trigger warning concerning Salem's creator. I didn't intend for it to get so dark.


@BrutalBx

I needed to get my collab post out, but I'll get a response to Theo with Nzige out soonish.


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Collab between @Fiber and @Stern Algorithm

During the presentation Ayla took extensive notes, handwritten with impeccable clarity in a newly acquired pastel pink notebook. She even tried to make her writing look cuter with handful of flourishes and curls on the letters, before abandoning it halfway through out of an inability to stomach much more of that forced quirkiness. After the speech she looked around for someone to talk to, judging everyone around her. When she saw Taihou struggling to grip his keycard she found it comical, almost laughing to mock him, but then she remembered one of her Mother’s pieces of advice for life on earth. Humans respect the weak and the vulnerable, and even more than that they respect those who help the weak, it’s good if they see you doing that.

After getting her keycard she walked over to Taihou with a smile on her face, and gripped the card with one of her hands so that he could get a more solid grasp on it. She said “Hi, my name’s Ayla. It’s so overwhelming to be here, it’s waaay different from my home dimension, but it’s so amazing to get to meet new people here!” Her tone was peppy and high-pitched, an excellent job at feigning positivity. She got a look at the room keycard and saw that it had the same number as hers. “Ohmygosh! We’re going to be roommates! How totally awesome!” is what she said, which was far, far different from her actual opinion on the matter.

Taihou looked up at Ayla and graciously took the keycard. "Th-thanks!" he said, sliding the card into a slot in his rubber claw sleeve meant for holding such articles. "I'm Ebisugawa Taihou," he replied, introducing himself formally, the way his parents had taught him. Growing up in the much more casual America, he knew such propriety stood out, but he had the conviction to honor his parent's traditions. Besides, at Mobius, you really didn't know if you were going to run into royalty or not, so it was better to be safe than sorry. But after his introduction, he dropped the formality, "...but you can call me Tai." He looked at his card, just to confirm that they were roommates. "Awesome!" he replied. Fortunately, Taihou was rather gender-blind and rooming with a girl wasn't something to get him all flustered. What did interest him, though, was something Ayla had mentioned earlier. "Did you say you were from another dimension? That's amazing! Where are you from? What are your powers? As you can see, I'm just an Inhuman, with shrimp traits," he said, adding some humbling, self-deprecation to get that out of the way, clicking his pincers in a rudimentary demonstration.

Ayla was happy to see how enthusiastic Taihou was. She thought about giving him a high-five, but stopped as she puzzled over how exactly that would work. She said "Wow, what a cool name you have. So, I came from a dimension full of magic and wonder, my mother is one of the rulers over there. I can manipulate magic just like her, and there's almost no limit to what you can do with a little magic." She snapped her fingers and conjured forth a shower of pinkish sparks, and a few rose petals out of thin air. Some of the sparks started catching the petals on fire, and then she looked flustered and waved her hand to quickly dismiss it and ignore it. "Anyway, although I was born there, my father is from Earth. I've never met him, but my mom says he's a big hero over here, so I came here to be just like him, I really want to see him someday!" She peered down the hallway and started walking, but still looking back at Taihou. "Let's go check out our room! Also, I heard you say you were an Inhuman, what's that? I'm afraid I'm still learning about what things are like in this dimension."

"A ruler?! Y-your highness," Taihou bowed stiffly, taken by surprise at having met a royal already. He straightened back up quickly though, his mind full of questions. "A magical dimension? So you must know Dr. Strange." Tai looked on in awe at Ayla's display. Nothing he could do could come close to manipulating reality like that, though he wasn't particularly envious, just amazed. "And your father is an Earth hero? Do you know which one? I'm a bit of a hero nerd so I can probably tell you whatever you want to know."

He followed along after her, eager to see their room. Her question brought a slight grimace to his youthful face. "Uhh, Inhumans. Yeah, I think we're like, a separate evolution of humans...? Some aliens were fighting a war and wanted to use our ancestors as soldiers and accelerated our evolution or something. We got powers and developed a prehistoric advanced civilization. But a bunch of Inhumans also crossbred with the later developed humans, so a bunch of humans have Inhuman genes or something. I was born and raised thinking I was a normal human, but there's this mist thing that causes changes to Inhumans exposed to it. It happened to me, and I became like this." He waved his claws, wiggled his antennae and flapped his tail in demonstration. "I guess I'm not like, sad about it or anything, and I'm more or less used to it, but some people used to make fun of me, so I want to be a hero to show that despite my appearance, I can be a hero too." Tai suddenly caught himself, "S-sorry, I get carried away easily and talk a lot...umm, what do you think of the fact that the frickin' Wolverine is our teacher? He's so awesome!" Not only did Tai find Wolverine awesome, he knew the ancient mutant had a lot of wisdom from his long life of suffering and hardship, and was an incredible role model when it came to dealing with stigma and unresolved pain.

Ayla chuckled a little when he bowed, though she did appreciate the gesture. She frowned a little when he mentioned Doctor Strange, and made a hasty explanation "Oh, Strange, yes, um I've never met him but I know he's been to my home dimension. I don't know much about him, I hear he travels a lot. Probably been to a lot of places. As for my father, my mother hasn't told any details other than what I've shared, but I think if I become a hero here, maybe he'll hear about me and I can meet him for real. It might be silly, but I came here to make my father proud." Now she had gotten to the door of their dorm room, and opened it. She held it open for Taihou, and gestured for him to come in. "I can't say much about Wolverine, because I never heard about him back home. Is he nice? Anyway, let's check out our room and you can tell me all about him."

Tai noticed that Ayla seemed more perturbed by his mentioning Dr. Strange than she was when she mentioned that she didn't know who her father was. Normally not knowing one's parents was a source of angst, but maybe things were different in magical dimensions. He followed her into the room and noticed how nice it was. "Wow! I can't believe we get to stay somewhere so amazing! Though to be fair, we are on a giant floating city. I hope you don't mind the top bunk, if possible, I'd prefer not to have to climb into bed every night." He demonstrated by grasping the rungs of the bunk bed ladder with his claws and making quite the cacophony as the notches and lumps in his claws rubbed against the metal frame. He noticed that his luggage had already arrived so he began to unpack. "Well, I don't know that Wolverine is nice. I hear he's kind of gruff and grizzled, but what's amazing about him is his power prevents him from dying, so he's been around for over a century. He lived in a time before mutants were widely accepted and was supposedly used in experiments against his will. Despite all this, he chooses to push past the pain and help others. He has more of something than the other teachers, and that's experience. But I guess coming from a magical dimension, people living for centuries maybe isn't such a big deal, is it?" Taihou wondered aloud, though he wasn't about to attempt to guess Ayla's age or anything rude like that, besides, who knew if time even mattered in other dimensions. Imagine using the very concept of time to piss off an otherworldly entity.

Ayla noticed her luggage had also arrived, including the massive lump of rocks in the corner. She nodded along politely while Taihou talked, making a note that she'd have to get more info about that whole mutant acceptance thing at a later time. She slowly closed the door while he was talking. When he finished, she started talking. "Oh, I don't mind taking the top bunk, it doesn't really matter that much, it's all a dump compared to home. Speaking of that, I hope you don't mind me having Grgggg around, he's not fully sentient but has plenty of brute strength, works pretty well as an assistant when I don't want to get my hands dirty." The big pile of rocks started to move, and one glowing eye lit up at the center of it, it struck quite an imposing figure. Ayla spoke again, but with the door closed her tone had changed, no longer high pitched, now bitter and tinged with venom. "Now I get that you're some kind of hero nerd. I usually have better things to do with my time, but I think you can be useful to me. Don't worry, I'll help you too, find something worthwhile for your alien science experiment genes and toxic waste exposure, and I promise it won't be TV commercials for some restaurant. Really, I'm glad you're my roommate." She went to one of her bags and fished around for a moment before pulling out a binder full of disks. She laid it out open on the ground and said. "My mother got these blu-ray things when someone offered her his soul and all he had to her. Collection date came earlier than expected thanks to a truck accident. Anyway, she wants me to study them, to act like the heroines in them, she says that's the way I need to act when I'm here. She also said to start with this one." She pointed to a disk that said Sailor Moon on it, and all of the rest were of similar magical girl anime. "I think this is a task you can help me with, and it is something I would like to start immediately."

Taihou watched with amazement as the magical pile of rocks named 'Greg' took form, but Ayla's personality suddenly transitioning into a more threatening presence put Taihou on edge in a slightly confused way. He wanted to tell her that he didn't actually need or want help with who he was and how he appeared, but his voice stuck in his throat for the moment. Yet all that fear washed away when he realized what she was asking for help with; hyper-focusing on the DVDs and Blu-rays distracted him from the sense of dread he had felt. Any suspicions that might have formed in his mind as to Ayla's origin were replaced with the idea that she was just someone from a magical dimension who wanted to be a magical girl. "Oh my God!" Tai exclaimed as he rifled through the plastic cases. "Sailor Moon's a classic, and great if your focus is on elemental or celestial magic. Oh! Cardcaptor Sakura is also good for elemental magic, or if you use cards, and it's great inspiration if you don't have a costume idea in mind yet. Precure's good if you want to incorporate martial arts. In Madoka Magica, they use melee weapons and it's also a bit eldritch if that's your thing." Tai had wanted to go out into the common room and meet the other students, but the fact that an extra-dimensional girl was consulting him on how to be a magical girl was much more than his otaku heart could resist. Sure, he mainly consumed shounen media, but he had eclectic tastes. Holding out a claw, he tried his best to make a sinister, hare-lipped smile while speaking in a high-pitched voice, "Make a contract with me and become a magical girl!"
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