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Janet Howell - Penrose Park

@Flamelord@Rice Porridge@canaryrose@EnterTheHero@Rune_Alchemist@Western Robot

"Nat and..." She did not get the other's name, but that was alright. "It's nice to meet you. And yes, I am new." Things didn't seem to be improving at this point. There seemed to be two sides forming, with the Beacon girls being largely on their own. Things certainly weren't starting off on good terms. Apparently this tension wasn't new though. While she was informed of the rules she must abide by as a Beacon girl it hadn't crossed her mind that that history was already in play and stigmatized on both sides.

Sighing lightly the blonde tried to work things out in her mind. She was not well versed in this stuff she did understand how this could be problematic. However unlike the other Beacon girls she could sympathize with those on the other side. Ironically her past ran closer to the dark magical path than it did with Beacon. Not that she wanted to go that route, quite the opposite. Despite being a newbie she stepped up and waived her hands down in a motion to quell the tension. "Alright guys and girls, let's calm it down for a moment. We must understand where each other are coming from." Motioning to her companions with one hand she raised the other as if she were holding something and faced her accusers. "We have particular rules that were given to us as followers of Beacon. They are not to demonize others, but to keep us on the right path and protect us. Whether you agree with that or not doesn't change that. Surely your own patrons have goals and desires for you as their followers."

Turning around she looked at Nat and Alicia, placed her hands on her hips. She stood there a moment wondering if what she was going to say next would impact her standing with the Beacon. However she chose the vow of charity for a very particular reason. Most people associated it with giving money and/or time. However it also could mean broader things such as goodwill, love, kindness, and lenient judgement. Could she be faulted for keeping her vow? "I may be putting myself in a poor position, but we shouldn't be so quick to judge. I don't know what your lives were like before or what encounters you may have had with dark magical girls but you can't just write them off. My past, who I was before... I've been in their shoes. And yet here I am having been selected as part of Beacon. I can tell you I never thought I deserved a second chance and neither did society."

Having said that piece she folded her arms and tried to shift focus back to Victoria. "So if you're done squabbling let's at least consider the one that called us here. Maybe we can't see eye to eye or work together. But at the very least we could not get in each other's way as long as we have a similar goal. Our enemies don't have to be each other." There was still the matter of if someone stepped out of line then something would have to be done. A factor that Beacon didn't take lightly. But to mention that now would only cause more trouble and undermine her words.
Gotcha. I did that on purpose.
@t2wave

Plant woman ;)


Am I missing a reference to something?
I did a thing.

Space Station Solus - Passenger Room

Ah, finally heading back to the good ol' Hunting Lodge. It had been nearly three and a half years since she'd been back. Her last job went horribly wrong leaving her stranded for two years even after the long term she'd been there before it all blew up. Thank the stars her previous commander had had the foresight to plan for hazards that may befall his team. That was just about the only thing that saved her from indefinite detainment and tests. Visiting alien worlds meant all manor of potential injuries, infections and the like. After being cleared as a non-contagion the woman was allowed to go.

Placed on the SC Sirius with a number of other members and new recruits Harriet was on her way to be debriefed. This entire time she had been mostly out of contact and had not yet had the chance to explain what had happened. Whilst onboard she was kept somewhat away from the others. While she may not be a biological danger there was still a lot unknown about what kind of creature she'd become. Sitting alone near the front she glanced about at the others. Amazing how many species signed on for the GAHL. Every time there were always new ones that she'd never seen. In the past she'd been a little leary of other species. That was probably terrible of her but her experience opened her eyes. As alien to herself as she was to them she had resolved to be kinder to them. Well, once she was allowed to interact anyway.

The ship arriving at the station the were docked in a hangar and Commander Rickland addressed them once everything was good for them to leave. Their orders seemed to cut off someone that had taken interest in the plant woman. Familiar with GAHL procedures she headed out as ordered. "Yes sir." Was her succinct reply.

Everything felt different, odd. It was difficult to describe. A place like this was not unusual to her but her altered state of being changed her senses. She could feel subtle changes in temperature, various scents and fragrances that ordinarily would pass of as normal, and smell and even taste the carbon dioxide in the air. Probably the one sense that suffered from her transformation was the sense of touch. She simply did not have the same sensory nerves like before. Probably the best way to describe it was that she noticed pressure than actually feeling it.

The wanderings of her mind were drawn back into the present goings on as they were escorted to HQ. Again placed aside she awaited an commander or officer to approach her or give her instruction. Supposedly something was to be done with her specifically, but the details were never relayed to her. Watching the other hunters filter in she got a better look at them from this vantage. Though Harriet felt that she stuck out like a sore thumb.
This is great. I love the tension. I'll have to hold my post for a moment since I've already posted.
@Western Robot Alright, easy fix for me. I noticed the universal stuff and wasn't sure if I had to take the drawback or not. Went ahead and put it just in case. Thanks for the clarification.
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oh my, I knew i'd end up behind a little D: Had to get college done today! I'll finish up my second character and get done >3> on which note mine probably 'would' show up to the meeting <w< if perhaps 'fashionably late' since i'm probably a bit late getting done.

on a side note, I had a feeling for a while that my stats ended up really low, cause I remembered seeing someone with a 22 and an 18 and such and I was like 'damn, that's higher than maximum'. But i'd only been glancing through and didn't realize it had only been 'one' person that had anything commonly above '12' xD


Yeah, I noticed that as well. But that's focused stat building.
Janet Howell

These first few days of being a teenage girl, much less a magical one, was quite confusing. Actually everything about her new life was confusing. Being outside, the culture different, technology being much better, thrown back into grade school, having parents... A lot changes in thirty plus years. Not that she had been completely ignorant of things going on. She did have access to see the news on occasion. But still, it was a whole different things being free and with a second chance to boot. Apparently her new name was Janet now, Janet Howell. No one would ever guess who what used to be. But that didn't give her license to do whatever she wanted.

No the shot as a second chance came with rules. Rules that she didn't really mind. This was a great opportunity to right wrongs and do something for others rather than herself. Hm, herself, so weird thinking like that. Get enough years under your belt and suddenly switching identities was easier on paper that it was in the mind. Whatever the case she was told by her patron that a meeting was going to take place at midnight. Others like her were going to be there to discuss, something. This whole concept of magican girls existing was kind of hard to wrap her mind around.



As midnight approached Janet slipped out of her house, a feat all too easy for her it would seem. Discussing with the Beacon it would appear to be one of her abilities. During that interaction things were explained to her just a little more and what she was capable of. Though not familiar with the area she looked up Penrose Park and suddenly had an idea of exactly where to go.

The girls, mostly girls anyway, were easy for her to find, and just as easy was locating her other Beacon companions. To some extent the various patron groups seemed to cluster together. A few weren't isolating themselves. The Beacon isolating themselves made sense though. They had rather particular rules about who and how they could interact with other magical girls and creatures. Quite a few of them gathered here fell into the category. Janet was going to speak up about such a matter but Alicia broke in on their behalf. Until there was a solid response there wasn't much need to chime in and further complicate the matter.

Speaking of, a pair of girls on the opposite end were squabbling amongst each other. This attempt at a truce was going to be interesting. Largely ignoring the noisy neighbors Janet turned to her fellow Beacon followers. "However this all ends up It's great to meet you. My name is Janet." She offered a hand to whomever might accept it first.

@canaryrose@Flamelord@Western Robot@Rune_Alchemist
Is it ok to put up what I got for my rolls first?


You can. People wanted to see what I rolled.
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