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I'm back, I got a new Halloween-ish avatar, and I'm ready to catch up on writing~
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Is there any better feeling than tsumo after a kan, and the dora turns out to be the four tiles you just called? I think not.
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It's so fun to make random OCs for an RP I will probably never run
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21+ | UTC-5 | Casual Roleplayer | 1x1's: Closed

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Hello! I'm Yankee.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, gore, slice-of-life, etc.
I like cute, fun stories just as much as dark, gross, traumatic (for character) stories. I enjoy creating original characters for RP,
but I get as much enjoyment writing as canon characters in fandom-based games!
On that note I like comic books, cartoons, and videogames. I'm also very into cosplay and art!

I am a very slow writer, so my preferred posting pace is once per week or less. I usually post on weekends.
I like to have fun while writing, so I prefer relaxed partners who don't take things too seriously.
Remember: fiction =/= reality.

Feel free to PM me to chat!
However I do not check PMs immediately. Might take me a day or two... or ten to get back to you.



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Word Count: 583 (+1 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 319/70
Location: Mafia Town, Deep Blue Seaside

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While his three counterparts sought employment to blend in and pass time, legal or otherwise, Therion did no such thing. He had plenty of money, and even some pons left over from the Metro, but even if he was flat broke he would just steal whatever he needed. He was a thief after all, despite his current stint as a member of the 'world saving hero' club.

So for said thief, the first order of business was to scope the island out. He made his way to the city's highest point that wasn't on top of a giant geyser of water, and after a lap around the uppermost part of Mafia Town he made his way back down again over tiled roofs and stone stairs. He had a few loose goals for the first day: get a general lay of the area, and find out where on the island most people arrived to. The reason for the former was obvious, and as for the latter... that would be where he hung around the most.

Therion's method of information gathering was old school, but he preferred to think of it as tried and true. The problem was the whole island was absolutely saturated with food places: cafes, dives, pubs, specialty shops and general restaurants. If he was going to post up and become a regular at one of these establishments, it would have to be one on the water. Close to the largest port, preferably filled with people both coming and going. Sailors and travelers often loved to talk, he knew from experience. When he identified the busiest looking docks he kept their location in mind, completing more of his city walk-through before making his way there.

Mafia Town was... an interesting place. It sort of reminded Therion of the islands they'd played the taxi mini-game on, but much smaller and way more food-oriented. It was weird to have so many different places on one small island, but he had seen much, much weirder.

At the seaside, Therion kept as far from the water as he could while he toured the port. Just like he'd seen with the rest of the city, there were all kinds of restaurants competing with each other. There were also ships of all kinds, large or small, commercial or private, importing the ingredients said restaurants needed. This place must go through a ton.

Though he could smell the prep work of all the kitchens around, it was still early enough that many of them weren't open yet. This included the taverns too, naturally. So he just took everything in, committing the layout to memory. Taking note of which chefs cursed at each other on the street as they passed, which directions the sailors headed after disembarking, which places had a line at the door and which seemed best to avoid going forward. In a lot of ways it was like his normal heist routine - arrive in a new place on a rumor, keep his head down, ingratiate himself to the local barkeep, pick up more recent rumors, find the target, then get on with it. The thought didn't comfort him whatsoever, though.

Eventually he'd gone from one end of the port to the other. He had his initial choices in mind, and a few ways he figured it could get on the right people's good sides. He paused in his wandering, looking like just another tourist as he stretched. Alright, he thought to himself, time for another pass through.




Word Count: 1718 (+3 exp)
Level: 10 - Total EXP: 260/100
Location: The Avenger ➜ Meridi-at-han

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ft. Sandalphon @Lugubrious

"A word?"

With the meeting’s adjournment people filed out of the bridge to spread out over the Avenger’s interior, following Sandalphon’s suggestions or seeking some other way to pass time. Primrose was still processing the news of Alcamoth’s destruction, but on the outside she appeared to be perfectly calm… and besides, it wasn’t for that reason that she hung back in the room. She lingered, until almost everyone had left, and then she swept into the archangel’s vision - standing partially between her and the door.

"Sandalphon… was it?"

The meeting’s host came to a stop, her power-symbol pupils resting on Primrose. This discussion had been a heavy one, exerting an almost physical weight on everyone involved, and with her capacity for emotions amplified by her recent fusions, Sandalphon wanted some time to decompress. She hadn’t been in a great rush to leave, but even if this dancer gave no sign of rudeness or aggression, the way she interposed herself in Sandalphon’s path made her intentions clear. In truth, the archangel would have been more surprised if nobody ended up confronting her about something or another, and she’d already resolved to meet anyone who came to her head-on. “Correct,” she replied, lifting her chin up as she clasped her hands behind her back. Though Primrose had regained much of her old self, the Amazon she fused with in Gerudo Town had been such an outlier that even now she stood at an even height with the archangel. Sandalphon stared, unblinking, and readied herself for what the dancer would say next.

"I don't mean to keep you long. I just figured... there must be some things you didn't want to speak of publicly." Seeing as Sandalphon was an ally if not yet a friend, Primrose didn't plan to treat the archangel like one of her marks. Not completely, anyway. She folded her arms and smiled disarmingly. And figuring that neither one of them wanted to drag this out any more than necessary, she cut to the chase. "When Nadia asked you if there was any other bad news... why did you lie about it?"

At the accusation, Sandalphon’s pupils immediately changed to hyphens. “Its somewhat worrying that you could tell,” she admitted, sliding her hands into her pockets. “I did not intend to deceive anyone. I consciously omitted information that I judged to be irrelevant to our current operations, only capable of further diminishing our force’s morale.” After pausing for a moment, her pupils returned to normal. “I can tell you if you wish. It will only serve to weigh you down, but perhaps for you, not knowing is the worse fate of all.”

Primrose's smile turned a little sharper. "And perhaps you'd be right."

Sandalphon's thought process seemed to be the same as Asgore's had been. Primrose understood where she was coming from, just like she'd understood why the old king had withheld the information he had. After all, the fact that everyone on the planet would endlessly repeat their lives, simply starting over when they died nearly without exception was a heavy thing to drop on someone. Primrose couldn't imagine what it was that Sandalphon was withholding, but she didn't think it would be any worse than that.

"If you don't want me to share it, whatever it is, with anyone else... then I won't. But I need to know."

“As you wish.” The archangel tilted her head down and sideways, a slightly dour on her expression as she regarded Primrose with pupils shaped like square brackets. “In addition to the ‘storied’ state, those spawned in this world are stamped with an additional preventative measure against the enactment of meaningful change. If you’ve ever encountered the term ‘built-in obsolescence’, you can think of it like that. In this world, we are shackled with a maximum lifespan of just ten years, and when our expiration date arrives, there’s nothing that anyone can do.”

Though the term Sandalphon mentioned was foreign, Primrose understood what she meant quite well. So this was the means of creating a truly repetitive loop, with none of the world's non-natural inhabitants growing older or wiser. A hard time limit, after which their souls would expire. With this new information slotting into the bigger picture, it brought to mind something that Asgore had asked them. If the spirits in their bodies were just data on a timer, pulled into this world from another, then... how was she supposed to know if she was the original her?

Primrose's breath caught in her throat, but she composed herself quickly. Besides the existential questions this compounded, there was also the issue of the time frame itself. Ten years. To something like an angel, she was sure that amount of time was nothing, like the blink of an eye. But even for mere mortals like herself, it was worrisome. The Seekers had made amazingly quick progress so far, but if they faced actual opposition now their campaign was sure to slow... and even a decade might not be enough time. It had taken the dancer ten whole years to make any progress on her own quest for revenge - and now to take on the world in the same amount of time?

"..." Primrose shifted to leaning against the door frame, squeezing her hands into fists and taking a moment to mull the information over. Then she looked back to Sandalphon, rolling her shoulder against the metal to give the archangel space to leave.

"I understand," she told the other woman. "There's really nothing more to say." Because ultimately it changed nothing. But it re-contextualized the mission for her, a little. She couldn't say she was glad to know this, but as she'd said, she'd needed to know.

Even if what Primrose said was true, Sandalphon felt obliged to say something. “I’m sorry,” she told the dancer, the tiniest bit of regret making itself evident on her marble features.

"For the future, you may want to practice your deception," was how Primrose replied. Though the smile that had completely disappeared with the news of the time limit did not quite return, the corners of the Primrose's mouth quirked upward slightly. "I might not have been the only one who noticed. You've a tell, this... grimace. Like you're not used to using your face." The way Sandalphon's pupils changed shape gave some things away about her as well, but they were much harder to read at a glance.

Sandalphon nodded without a word. While she expected her fusions with humans to come with a toll, she couldn’t have anticipated or prepared herself for such a subtle change as this. Still, now that she knew, she could try to address the matter. Suppressing her emotions had been effortless, but now it would take some effort, in the rare occasions where it was necessary. Of course, that went for the turmoil all this bad news inspired in her, as well. She could not let despair creep in. If she couldn’t keep the darkness at bay, the archangel already planned to use the Respec Machine to remove her human spirits. For now, though, she would grapple with whatever problems came with being more human. After all, this new side of her was what allowed her to empathize with the people she was charged to protect, that being the very thing she wanted all along.

When Sandalphon stepped forward, as if to walk through the door, she laid a gentle hand on Primrose’s shoulder. After a reassuring squeeze, and an unspoken consolation, the archangel went on her way.

"...gods," Primrose murmured when she was alone, placing her fingers to her forehead and rubbing it gently. Ten years. Hopefully they could pull it off. She was sure that many of the Seekers wouldn't fret such information, but she wasn't one of them. After a few moments of mulling it over, something else occurred to her - something the angel boy had mentioned about the weather in the Dead Zone: 'It makes everything it touches older, super fast.'

Another thing to worry about, the dancer thought to herself. Besides being outright killed in battle, any sort of time manipulation might also spell certain doom for them.

She didn't spend more than a few minutes thinking about it before she swept out of the Bridge, heading for Avenger's storage and then her room. She would eventually come to find out that she would be rooming with Midna, which was just fine with her. For now, she was alone. She sat on her bed, spreading out the few simple things she'd gotten from the stockpile: a nightgown, and a journal and pen. The quartermaster had explained that the writing implement was like a quill with the ink built into it. She popped the book open and began to write, a short chronicle of all she remembered since 'waking up' taking shape on the pages.


The morning saw Primrose redressed, refreshed, and hurtling down to land in a metal canister. Dawn had given the first time hellpod users a rundown, but there was no being prepared for that. Still, as frazzled as she felt during the trip down as soon as the pod hit the ground and released her Primrose looked the picture of calm. She flipped her braid over her shoulder, turning her sharp eyes on the area they landed in.

Meridi-at-han. The view was breath-taking, and the city itself was beautiful too. Though she could tell it wasn't a paradise by any means, Primrose already felt more comfortable here than in the high tech Avenger or the dark cities of the Under. She breathed in the smoky scents, smiling slightly. She hadn't known what to expect after volunteering to come here, but she thought she made a good choice.

Goldlewis put the group's thoughts into words. Well, one word, but it was fitting. She looked over at him, and Roland as well. With just the three of them, it shouldn't be too much of an issue to keep their heads down and steer clear of the Consuls. Whether they could do that and make any progress on the whereabouts of new Guardians or the like remained to be seen. Not bothering to hide her amusement at the American's comment, she turned and started up the stairs herself.
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