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Lulu

Just like that, another man left Lulu on her own. Not that she really minded, as much as she appreciated Owen's unique stance on clean pants, he was still just part of the mainstream wannabe sheeple looking for a quick buck under the big bad capitalism machine. His story was one she had heard many times: loser father tries and fails to reconnect with his disgusting follower children. It was all too typical, it was almost tragic. Yet Owen would not allow himself to be released from his personal hell. She was only trying to enlighten him, but alas, it's impossible to shine light on one so dim.

"The masses...need savior, not enlightenment." Lulu mused to herself, coincidentally also naming her breakout single of 2013 from her album You Can Never Abandon Your Fears: There's Nothing Worse Than A Forgetful Mind.

After musing on another soul lost, Lulu actually made the coffee she had come to get in the first place. It was bitter and cold, reminding her of dreams lost and promises broken. If this were being written by someone, one would expect the writer to make a "bitter and cold like her heart" joke. However, the hypothetical writer of this hypothetical story isn't going to make that joke at all so don't wait for it. the hypothetical writer would have known that would have been the easiest route for a punchline to that exposition, but it's not going to happen get off of the hypothetical writer's back okay? Either way it doesn't matter, because this is a real thing that's happening right now, and not a story. Anyway.

Lulu stood in the lounge for what felt like however long it would have taken to read a hypothetical fourth wall break, but soon the scenery bored her. She made her way to Jeffrey's cubical, knowing she would find Milo there.

"Hey Milo, leave...the nasty man alone...I need to tell you something," Lulu said, kicking Milo's side to get his attention.

"Owen...shit is pants...in front of me."

Just because Lulu didn't like openly destroying people, didn't mean she didn't like tricking other people into doing it. Lulu then decided to throw her coffee onto Jeffrey's computer, just to keep it interesting and quirky.

Milo

Milo listened to Jeffrey's rant to the very end, waiting for what felt like 10 months to finally answer him.

"Dude, I don't really see why your trying to hide? I mean this is a safe space, most the people working here are gay. I mean I don't know if that's true but like...it probably is. Like we get it you don't swing that way, and by that way I mean the straight way. We know you're gay."

He gripped his fedora wearing target even harder, but before he could start to sing the love ballad he had composed specifically for him, Lulu walked in. If you're wondering, it would have been called Is This Absolute Gay No-Homo Terror (or Am I Falling in Love With Your Sick Beat?), which is a fantastic name for a song. However he had the vague feeling that a year ago Lulu had thought the exact same thing. Milo shrugged the feeling off, maybe he was imagining this deja vu feeling, he did feel like nobody had moved in 10 months.

Once Lulu told Milo about Owen's predicament however, all thought of love ballads fled his mind. He squealed, honest to God, and left go of Jeffrey.

"So someone finally had the guts to do it huh? Owen's so cool man, he's defying all the norms! I gotta tell Azzy about this! Nothing good has happened to this place in like, 10 months" Milo declared and, after looking at the camera for five minutes, began sprinting towards the direction he saw Azzy heading before.

Once he reached Azzy, he noticed Owen apparently trying to blend into the wall and Mr. Sarco ripping Azzy a new one. Never one to abide by general social cues, Milo proceeded to walk up to Owen and wrap his hand around his shoulder. He smiled warmly at the old man, before directing his gaze at Azzy and Mr. Sarco.

"Yo! Azzy! Sarco-roni! Lulu told me Owen here just shit everywhere in this building! Isn't that wild?"

Sadie

Sadie silently thanked the other two for ignoring her awkwardness and composed herself. She smiled warmly at her older coworkers "I love all flowers! There's like little gifts wrapped up in pretty packages I guess! Except for those really bad smelling ones, those are gross. They still deserve our respect though uwu!"

Before she could somehow say "uwu" out loud again, Sadie cringed as Milo screamed about Owen shitting his pants. She looked over her shoulder, somewhat confused, why would such a distinguished man admit to that? Sadie would have done more, but she had a vague uneasy feeling that somewhere a role play reply was getting way too long, so she stayed where she was for now.

The Uisilons

Sorry for that long-ish post kinda cheated because I already had it written out HOLLA

The Uisilons

Joon
Had there been anything back in Undaro that had so fully enthralled Joon to the point of pseudo-worship, by this point it would have already been replaced with the sun. There had never been anything so bright in all of Undaro, and while he found a lot of his fellow Uisilons seems to not appreciate ball of light, Joon found himself comforted by it, even if it hurt his eyes. In fact, just the thought of the sun, a big flaming ball of gas just floating in the sky, seemed to amaze Joon so much that he found himself waking up early specifically to see it rise, and today had been no different. Throughout the early morning he found himself drawing close to the lone window in his room constantly, eagerly waiting for the sun to make it's first appearance. However, by the time the sun had finally came up, Joon was asleep again, having tired himself out with excitement.

By the time he finally woke up again, the sun had already risen and began to illuminate his poor excuse for a room. Joon yawned and attempted to move his now aching body, there really was no time to sit around after all. They were on a mission, or at least that's what Ruba had said. The fate of the future generations of Uisilons rested in their hands, the fate of the Mundane world would be determined by them and them alone.

Joon chucked, when he thought of it that way, it almost sounded like one of those action cartoons the Mundanes played. Indeed, within his first week on the surface he had found many of the things he did or thought paralleled the Mundanes. More often than not they were extremely over the top, and for some reason they needed help with everything. Joon had to harness his abilities to make friends, but here in the Mundane world there were magazines and books to tell you how to get friends, they even had books on "How to be Yourself". It was all so odd, Joon had been under the impression that they had only come here to get revenge on the leaders of this world, not to watch Mundanes and read their things. As confused as he was, Joon couldn't help but admit that these magazines were entertaining, as evidenced by the ever growing pile of teen and parenthood magazines alike in the corner of his and Pons' room.

"What are you doing? Why are you laughing?" As soon as Pons spoke, Joon jumped and turned to his groggy brother. He had almost forgotten he shared a room with the grumpy brunette, which considering their small living space, seemed somewhat impossible.

"Who Cares?" Joon joked, flashing a huge smile towards Pons. No matter how big his smile got, however, Pons' sullen frown still remained. Joon sighed, letting his smile decrease a little.

"Hey hey! You know Ruba's probably gone by now, and you know she's expecting us to go explore together. So let's just start this day off right! I know I can't wait to hang around my favorite brother, my friend, my pal! I'm pretty lucky you know, I get to explore with a real celebrity. Don't think I don't see the Mundanes swoon when you walk past."

Joon joked kindly with his brother, showering him with compliments and pretend swooning, and only got a grumble in reply. The older brother rolled his eyes and let his joyful face fall, fully understanding why Ruba wanted to go alone when she explored.

Pons was a hard nut to crack, that much was sure. He had a clear case of "ansty teenager", so said Joon's various copies of parenthood magazines he had "borrowed". It was hard to be close to him when he was constantly at Joon's throat, angrily rejecting everything he said. Ruba didn't have to deal with this, then again Ruba usually didn't have to deal with insolence from anyone, let alone one of her younger brothers, "You said I was your favorite brother." Pons groggily whispered, as if he was finally awoken.

"Yeah? I ment it too." Joon said, crawling closer to Pons and nudging him slight. Maybe he had finally broke through to the sour younger boy.

Pons immediately pushed his brother away, his face twisting in confusion "I'm your only brother, was that one of your lame jokes? You know I don't get them. Ruba said stop telling jokes I don't get, are you making fun of me?"

Joon left Pons, not particularly in the mood to humor his insecure brother, and gathered up his clothes for today. As he put on his rather tacky blue cherry print shirt, he could hear Pons complaining behind him. Joon had bigger things to think about, and that ment there was no time to argue with his brother. The morning was the perfect time to go exploring after all. Everyone was hustling to get to their jobs or to school, the madness, the backed up traffic, it was great.

"Pons, I'm going outside. I'll be waiting so get dressed quick." He exited his room, leaving his younger brother in the center of the room, clearly trying to adjust to the morning sun.

Joon looked around the almost empty apartment, he must have woken up too late. By now, Ruba was probably halfway around the world, there was no catching up with her today. As Joon turned the corner he spotted Saiwala. He began smiling again and pulled a chair up to the younger girl "Hey Sai, I was wondering if someone other than that sourpuss Pons was up." Joon laughed, excited that he had gotten a chance to use some of his new Mundane lingo he'd picked up from a comic. The comic had been dated back to 1968, but if he knew anything about Mundanes it was that slang never went out of style. "Sourpuss, that's such a weird term right? Sourpuss, it's so wacky. I love it!"

Joon propped his head up with his hands and laughed again, hoping the humor of the term "sourpuss" didn't escape Saiwala. If anyone were listening to their conversation, there was no doubt in Joon's mind that they wouldn't believe he was born on the surface.

The Uisilons

Ruba Pavo}

Name
Ruba Pavo

Age
26

Appearance
Ruba often compares herself with the mighty agapanthus, heading off at 6'1" with a slight yet muscly frame, it's hard to argue with her. She keeps her hair cropped close, occasionally coloring it different shades of purples, greens, and oranges. Her cropped hair accentuates her circular face and circular features, including her enlarged lips and big round eyes. However, Ruba's face is the only thing "soft" about her appearance, as the rest of her body is made up of sharp angles and long lines. Ruba is hardly ever seen without makeup, which includes loud lipsticks in odd colors, like neon orange and lavender, and dark colored eyeshadow. She usually leans towards bright or pastel clothing, indulging in all types of dress. However, Ruba can usually be seen in what the Mundanes would call "hippie" attire.

Personality
Despite her young age, Ruba has a wise presence about her, at least until you speak to her. Though her size makes her seem intimidating, she is actually fairly eccentric. She is the most confident member of the Pavo clan, and is extremely proud to be a Uisilon, and has her own special pride in her rank. Armed with well-worn jokes and a kind spirit, Ruba is a rather easy person to open up to. Because of her upbringing in a fairly open household, Ruba is a very nonjudgmental person. She believes everyone has something to teach her, even if she may not like their lesson. However, there is no one Ruba listens to more than Mother Earth. Ruba’s powers have led her to believe she has a special connection with Mother Earth, she even claims to have spoken to the deity before. She almost always consults her “Earthly” friends before making any decisions.
When it comes to risky decisions, however, Ruba always thinks of the consequences for her siblings. She knows that her younger brothers lack the sense she has, and as a result is always trying to look out for them. In fact, she doesn’t really wish to disturb anyone, and often remains neutral during hard times in order to keep everyone happy. Even though she has a fairly peaceful nature, Ruba wishes she could just take charge and make risks without worrying about everyone else. She desperately wants to live for herself, however years of people constantly depending on her have made her hesitant.

History
Ruba was born into a rather busy family, and from the time she could talk she was relied on like an adult. Her parents worked with a group of others to destroy traces of the Uisilons from Mundane society, and as a result Ruba was often surrounded by the children of these people. The Pavo household always had at least ten people moving in and out, having tea or discussing plans behind closed doors. Ruba was always expected to govern over the children. With her eccentric personality and her affection for nature, Ruba was often a hit with the younger children and an annoyance for the adults.

It was through her parent’s work that she gained her two beloved little brothers. While her parents were away, Ruba would often be in charge of Pons and Lahn, along with a few other children who happened to be dropped off that day. It was tiring, and Ruba often retreated into herself just to relax. It was during this time that Ruba found her supposed connection with Mother Earth. She felt herself feeling more compelled to a force of nature than to her own parents, who she rarely saw.

Ruba didn’t know much about the Mundanes or her parent’s work, however she disapproved “destroying” of any kind. For years, Ruba would resent the fact that her parents were destroying something, and for years her parents would keep it a secret what they were destroying. It wasn’t until much later, when her youngest brother began obsessing over the Mundanes, that she truly understood who they were, and she wouldn’t understand their true power until an innocent political group was slain.

Rank
Golden

Power
Earth manipulation

Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why)
Ruba feels a deep pain for those who have been killed by the Mundanes, and fears that soon there will be nothing stopping them from attacking her loved ones. However, she doesn’t wish to fight a war that might injure innocent lives or destroy a culture. As much as she would like to act, Ruba is waiting on Mother Earth to tell her what she should do.

Joon Pavo

Name
Joon Pavo (Writes his name as Pavo Joon)

Age
21

Appearance
With his squared off face constantly off center with a goofy expression, Joon is anything but threatening. He stands at an imposing but not to gargantuan height of 5'10", however his body is constantly slouched as if he's always ready to relax. Joon is muscular, although not as much as he wishes to be, with generally slim features and cheekbones that could, at the least, cut glass. His short black hair, cut in a rather unusual fashion with a blunt bangs and shaved sides, is usually prim and tidy despite his loose nature. Much like Ruba, Joon dyes his hair from Lavender to Neon pink and anywhere in between. He has, on occasion, worn sparkly blushes and metallic eye shadows up to his brows, in honor of his big sister. Joon dresses almost childishly, often wearing colorful print shirts, jean shorts, neon colored flannel skirts,and bright oxfords.

Personality
Joon has always been a bit of a social butterfly, he enjoys companionship and friendliness in general. He’s extremely talkative, and often opens up to people the second he meets them. Joon is a fairly dramatic person, often peppering his words with hand flourishes and melodramatic facial expressions. Most of the time he seems larger than life, he’s almost sickeningly kind. His friendly demeanor has led him to trust people he shouldn’t, as he has a hard time seeing when someone is truly mean, or if they’re a cry for help. Most people have a little goodness in them, and Joon always tries his best to find it.
However, that being said, the person he’s the hardest on is himself. Every failed joke, lost friend, or uncomfortable person around him just earns yet another scolding towards himself. Joon isn’t the smartest person in the world; he’s never been anywhere close to it, however he has prided himself on his ability to connect with people since he was little. For Joon, his social nature is a replacement for intelligence, and anytime he fails to make a new friend or keep an old one it all just adds up to another thing that he’s bad at.

History
Joon has lived with the Pavo family for as long as he can remember, only being told that his parents had been in an accident. To young, or perhaps to simpleminded, to care, Joon fell in with the Pavo clan quite easily. Truthfully, it seemed like Joon was set to get everything quite easily. People were attracted to Joon, admiring his friendly demeanor even when he was a child. It came naturally to him, why wouldn’t he try to become friends with everyone? He was effortlessly liked, and even more effortlessly fit in with most. Seeing how far Joon’s personality could get him, his adoptive parents never thought to educate him as much as they did his siblings. Joon being to young or, once again, to simpleminded to understand the situation, didn’t argue.

His parents’ work, destroying Uisilon things in the Mundane world, never seemed to puzzle him, as he never thought to question what they did. However, the more he gleaned about their jobs, the angrier he got. Why did his people have to erase themselves to please the Mundanes? He wasn’t the smartest man in the world, but even he knew this seemed all wrong. He never truly understood why the Uisilons had to live in fear of such weak people.

The murder of the political group only fueled his anger towards the Mundanes. He didn’t hate them, at least individually, as a group however they were the bane of his existence, however the whole situation confused him. He never quite comprehended what made him so different from them.

Rank
Silver Uisilon

Power
Empathy

Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why)
Joon doesn’t want to hide anymore, and is still very upset over those the Mundanes have murdered. He believes that the Uisilons need to fight back and hates the idea of Mundanes burying his culture. Joon refuses to initiate an attack on innocent Mundanes, as he still doesn’t know what sets him so apart from them.

Pons Pavo

Name
Pons Pavo

Age
19

Appearance
Pons is a creepy little thing, standing at 5'5" with a rather slender figure. With large heart shaped lips, sleepy eyes, and dozens of small freckles splayed on his face, Pons seems almost cherub-like, however there is something off about his appearance. Upon further examination his eyes are always drooped, as if he doesn't care about anything, and his face is oval shaped and somewhat long, extending his features. Even his eyes, which are the same bright green as any other green rank, seem a little dull and lifeless. The only part of Pons' appearance that has personality is his hair, deep brown and curly, it reaches down to his mid back. In fact, Pons takes a lot of pride in his hair, always being sure to part the middle just right and fluff it up enough to seem just manic enough. As for fashion, Pons didn't quite inherit the effortless "coolness" his siblings have when it comes to clothes. He gets all his clothes from his siblings and as a result is always dressed in rather oddly, though not in a "cool" or even "edgy" way. Puffy button up shirts under t-shirts with garish muddy prints, worn out green sneakers paired with knee high yellow socks, his sister's floral skirts over ripped dress pants, nothing is to crazy for Pons to wear.

Personality
Pons is a bit of a hypocrite, he's always seen silently judging from the sidelines. He doesn't talk very much; He prefers to let his siblings do all the talking. This is not to say that he is extremely tough or anything, he's just a coward with a high opinion of himself. Pons holds disdain for most Uisilons, excluding himself and his two siblings. He's a bit delusional, and whenever he does open his mouth it's usually to take about how he's getting ready to leave for the mortal world and live up to his potential. He constantly lies and throws silent tantrums, as years of being treated like a small child have taught him to do.
That is not to say that Pons is simply a nasty individual. His delusions of grandeur aren’t necessarily just because of a large ego. Pons wishes he could blend in with the Mundanes, as he has always felt left out from the Uisilons. His low rank and ordinary powers mark him as an outsider when he stands beside his strong siblings. He works under the logic that if he believes the Mundanes are better than the Uisilons, then he is, by extension, better than those of a higher rank. He is somewhat kind to those in the same rank as him, as he feels that they probably feel the same way he does. Pons also has a soft spot for children, as they are far more accepting.

History
Pons can hardly remember his real parents, as they left his life rather early. He was one of the many children who often stayed at the Pavo household while their parents went off to work destroying evidence of Uisilons in Mundane life, however unlike most children his parents never exactly came back for him. There wasn’t a death or some other dramatic event that separated him from his parents, it was unexplained necessity. It wasn’t like he particularly minded; at this point he was comfortable with the Pavos and thought of Ruba and Lahn as true siblings. However, as much as he claims that he doesn’t care about his abandonment, he always counts it as the first time he truly felt like he didn’t belong, and it wouldn’t be the last.

As he grew, Pons began to notice how mundane he was, at least when compared to his loving older siblings. Even when compared to other green ranks, he felt inferior. He was always slower, always weaker, always behind everyone else. Of course, these feelings were attributed to a simple case of preteen angst, and for a while Pons tried not to think about them. He trained hard, at least for a while, and made sure to keep to himself lest he begin to feel mediocre again. All the while his siblings and adoptive parents nursed his growing insecurities, treating him like a child to avoid making him feel unimportant.

All this changed, however, when Pons began studying Mundane culture. For the first time, Pons felt like he had found a group he could relate with. He dreamed of meeting these positively ordinary people, and his disdain for the Uisilons grew. The Uisilons were so chiefly different than the Mundanes, or at least what Pons dreamed the Mundanes were.

Rank
Green

Power
The regular augmented abilities.

Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why)
While Pons is sad about the loss of the political group, he doesn’t want to see the only people who he believes could understand him wiped out.

The Usilons

neVERMIND

Guardians of the Moon

How fitting was it, Lavender thought, that she would die at the bottom of some crummy lake most likely never to be found. She always hated that lake, far too dangerous for children to play in at day and far too scary at night. Lavender always believed there was a ghost living at the bottom of the murky lake, and she was partially right. She was sinking, her entire body made of lead. What came first, the bruises or the drowning? She couldn't remember, what was happening to her? She was dying, naturally, it was inevitable. Everyone dies, so the old adage said. However, Lavender was certain most people actually knew how they died. Her strength was slowly coming back to her, just as her lungs started to give up their fight. She weakly moved her body and a blue tinted hand appeared. It was swollen, water logged like an old sponge. She shut her eyes, she didn't want to die knowing that's what she looked like. She was disgusting, she was too late, and she was dead.

How anticlimactically typical.

Lavender's closed eyes twitched and her torso jerked violently. Lakes have bottoms, so why did she feel like she was still sinking? The water felt differently now, cleaner and warm. She felt her strength slowly come back to her, as if she were drowning in reverse. Her eyes opened and she held her hands out in front of herself tentatively. Lavender felt all of her muscles loosen as she realized her hand was no longer the blue tinted sponge she last saw. Still, her lungs screamed for air, and with her new found strength she pushed herself out of the calming lake.

Her emergence was less than graceful. Gasping and sputtering, she forced herself to calm down. Each breath made her chest burn and her ears ring, but she couldn't say she didn't appreciate the fact that she could breathe. Eventually, her wits came back to her and her chest stopped stinging. Lavender silently gasped, she definitely wasn't in some grungy lake anymore. Lavender turned her head slightly and looked at the large silver moon that dipped into the lake's surface. Immediately, the dripping moon soothed her a bit and dulled the memory of the lake and her swollen hand. It reminded her of her mother, who had the best and warmest hugs this side of France. Lavender smiled momentarily, reviling in the clear feeling she hadn't quite felt in a long time. She wasn't on Earth anymore, there was no doubt about that. There was no way she could feel this at peace on Earth. This was some afterlife, and Lavender wasn't sure what good deed she did to get here, but she was satisfied. Just as she began to relax, her mind began wondering. Many people had probably rested in this lake at one point or another.

Her mother had probably been here.

Lavender almost jumped out of the lake, gasping as she had drowned again. She suddenly felt as if she had tainted the soothing waters. With a huff she turned away from the waters, and her eyes finally registered the other bodies around her. Her taut fingers combed through her messy braids as she joined the other bodies. This was the moment, Lavender knew soon she would be welcomed into the afterlife. She was nervous, but it didn't show through her stony expression. The people around her were odd looking, but even in death Lavender wouldn't let her guard down.

"Welcome, Pure Ones." A younger looking redhead began speaking. Lavender turned her attention to her, then looked towards the white haired being that could only be a deity of some sort.

She looked on at the redhead with feigned interest. Lavender was honored that she was chosen to guard a Goddess, even if her expression didn't show it. However, the moment the younger girl stopped talking Lavender would have to break the bad news to her. She would much rather spend the rest of her life, or her afterlife, in the company of her mother and father. Finally, she could get the closure she wanted. Lavender could imagine how shocked her parent's would be to see her, her mother would even put her hand to her heart like she always did when she was surprised. No Goddess of any sort could stop her from finding her parents again.

Lavender was so caught up in her daydreaming she almost missed the next part of the redhead's speech.

"Be warned that you will have no time in the Afterlife; Pure Souls, due to their rarity, are immediately reincarnated with lack of memory regarding previous life."

Suddenly, Lavender was alert. Her posture became even more rigid, she felt as if she had just been pulled up by a string. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw began to hurt, this was no afterlife. Of course she would be cut off this close. Her parents were so close, behind some kind of invisible golden gate most likely. The anger she harbored was dulled, she had no strength to get truly frustrated anymore. Every event she ever experienced was just one hurdle after another. Even death was hard on her, and apparently unforgiving. She finally realized, she hadn't done any good deed. That's why she was here.

Her hazel eyes scanned the other poor souls gathered around her. None of them had any choice but to accept the Goddess' offer, she couldn't see why anyone wouldn't. There was no fun to be had tumbling around in yet another body. Lavender barely had any fun in the body she was currently in. Apparently most of the others thought the same way, she watched three others step up and take the oath. Each one looked different, each one seemed to have their own problems at the moment. Her stony facade softened for a moment when she watched the others take their oath. It returned, however, as soon as they stepped back. Life always threw her curve balls, and she always managed to go with the flow. She'd never get closure, that's the way it always had been, and she was shocked that she let herself think otherwise. Lavender walked up to the Goddess, seemingly full of the grace and elegance she had learned to fake a long time ago. She knelt carefully, afraid she might lose her composer, and looked up at the silver haired Goddess,

"Through bow or blade, through shield or fist, I vow to protect my Lady Goddess. Through blood and soul, through mind and heart, I vow to my Lady, to do my part." Lavender's voice was just as low and powerful as it had been when she was alive, and for this she was grateful.

Getting up from her position, Lavender looked down to find a rapier at her feet. She picked it up warily, as if she could break it simply by looking. It had been years since she actually held a rapier, she remembered the fencing lessons her mother taught her in their dusty house when the world was tearing itself apart. She turned towards the Healing Falls and wordlessly covered her weapon in the water. Turning the old sword around, as if inspecting it for approval, she thrust into the air in front of her once. She again remembered her fencing lessons for years ago, she could still hear her mother repeating every move she attempted. Thrust, thrust, parry, thrust, feint, thrust.

Lavender looked towards the man trying to make conversation with the girl next to him. She turned towards the young girl farther away and nodded, as if accepting all of them. They were all chosen.

Guardians of the Moon

Aha Yeah, sorry guys! If all goes well today, which it probably will, I should have my post up by the end of the day!

[Edit] Geez I did not realize how long that was until I posted it I'm sorry y'all

Guardians of the Moon

Lavender Lavoie

Name: Lavender Lavoie

Age: 28 (1937-1965)

Weapon of Choice: Rapier

Personality: Lavender is an independent individual, in a sense. She likes to do things her own way, but doesn't much mind someone tagging along for the ride. While not at all unsocial, Lavender doesn't necessarily expect, or want for that matter, people to surround her at all times. She is, by her own admission, a grown woman after all and adults don't necessarily need to have friends or anything of the like. Of course, having someone to speak to from time to time wouldn't hurt her, not that she would ever admit that. Lavender's biggest pride comes from her ability to not depend on others, although it is pride others have thrust upon her. Because of her independent nature, she has a bit of a "mentor" streak, and she'll always be the first one to offer advice.

Despite her suaveness, Lavender is an utter mess when it comes to actually becoming interesting in things. She has a bit of an obsessive personality, one that she tries to hide very well. In fact, her entire "cool" personality is just a facade, one built up over the years to keep others away from her. However, no one can quite resist the cool "mysterious" girl, as she has observed. Since she is so good at hiding her entire self, she has also become rather good at telling stories. In fact, Lavender may just be the best liar this side of the afterlife. Fortunate she never uses her power for evil, well almost never.

Place of Origin: Marseille, France

History: Lavender's childhood wasn't necessarily anything different or new, by her times standards. She lived with her mother and her two younger siblings, as her father had been enlisted the army long before Lavender was born. While Lavender grew up in a home that could be considered "upper middle class", France wasn't exactly the happiest place to live in by the time she was five. WWII was in full swing by then, and her homeland became a torn up battlefield. Most of the war was forgotten by Lavender in a haze of repressed memories and her mother's attempts at shielding her from this harsh part of the world. However by the time she was eight the war was over, and her father never managed to make it back home. They never found a body, no one could confirm or deny if he was dead or not, but she and her mother knew what had happened.

As she got older she grew angry, but not in the way everyone believed she was. To her family, Lavender was a bitter girl because a war had destroyed her country and her father's body was no where to be found. Indeed it seemed like everyone, including Lavender's peers, were in a perpetual sadness because of the war. This was expected of course, and that's where Lavender's anger came from. Lavender began to realize that, well, she could quite remember much of anything concerning the war and her father. Repressed memories and a mother devoted to keeping the horrors of the world away from her children left her incapable of remembering events that had happened only years ago. As for her father, the fact that he had been in the army for so long did nothing to help her. What she could remember of him was fuzzy and brief, not exactly the memories one would want from a father. She knew he was tall, she knew he was strong, and she knew she looked a lot like him, but that wasn't enough.

The deep empty spaces in her memories caused Lavender to lash out, she was angry. She felt cheated out of everything, cheated out of a father and cheated out of closure. How could she ever get closure if she didn't remember what made her so sad? Almost every night she would wake up with night terrors from an event she couldn't even fully remember. It was because of this that Lavender never truly came to terms with the war, something she couldn't even remember. As soon as Lavender turned eighteen she left on a boat to Canada, thought not because of any malice towards her family. In fact, her family had been the kindest people she ever met, however Lavender felt she had to distance herself from France if she ever wanted to obtain peace of mind.

She had hopped around for nine years, going to one country after another. Lavender began to mellow out a bit, but the empty feeling still remained. Eventually, she began participating in rallies, protests, just about anything that made her feel like she was truly involved in what was happening to the world. Her anger had been replaced with distance and an ancient tiredness, Lavender had decided on her journeys that she would become a distant participator in life, that way she could never truly miss anything but she wouldn't get emotionally attached anymore. However, despite how tired she was, she couldn't quite turn herself into a robot overnight.

Lavender returned to France in 1964, upon the news of her mother's death. She had been too caught up in traveling to even receive the messages about her mother that were desperately sent to whatever residence she was believed to be residing in. She was so ashamed, and so deeply saddened by her mother's passing. Moreover, she was angry again, angry at herself. Lavender had managed to create another empty hole in her conscious, though she knew this one was entirely her fault. In 1965, Lavender was found drowned in a small lake near her home. Her death was mysterious, all signs pointing to suicide. However, with mysterious bruises on her body and a reputation as a "rioter" her death was never exactly solved. Lavender died as just another hole, she never was good at getting closure.

Lavender wasn't exactly surprised to find herself in the afterlife, though it wasn't exactly a clear situation either. When she was approached by the Goddess,she handled the situation with the grace she had acquired over the years. That is to say, she pretended as if it wasn't exactly a big deal, being chosen to protect something so valuable and all. In truth, she had a childish idea that she'd see her mother and father in the afterlife. She knew it was silly, but she hoped to have at least one chapter of her life end without a question mark.

Quote: "I've tried being true to myself, and I have never been more tired."

Sorry for getting this in so late!!

Medella Offices

guess who finished a post after 3 long months

Medella Offices

Milo

"You should have been there Lulu...I mean I know your not a fan of Prog Indie Goth and Bubblegum electronic but it was amazing!" Milo clutched onto his best friend's leg as he laid on the floor, as truly cool guys are wont to do. Milo had just gotten to work and he was already tired of it. Work was a strain not only on the body, but the soul, and Milo didn't need anymore stress digging deep into his cranial spirit, man "Hey do you think my main man Jeffrey is here yet?" Milo rolled onto his back and questioned his true pal, however Lulu just shrugged and turned back to her computer. It was typical, Lulu wasn't the type to rile people up on purpose, however Milo was a different brand of rad.

He got up off the floor and dusted himself off "Well you can stay here and be boring all day, I'm gonna go find my soul brother." Milo walked off in search for Jeffrey, and after two long, painstakingly devastating minutes, he found him "Hey cutie" Milo said rather aggressively, clinging onto Jeffrey protectively "How's your butthole hangin' sweetie?"
Lulu

Lulu was never the kind of girl to outright destroy a person, not like Milo. His attempts at getting to Jeffrey with, what she liked to call, "absolute gay no-homo terror"....or perhaps that was the title of her next underground hit? If it isn't it should be, just edgy enough to draw in the youth yet subtle enough in it's promises of not only love, but pure adrenaline. It would be a love ballad for sure, with heavy glam rock vibes and touches of Hardcore Rap and Pop-Metal. For sure it would be different than anything she tried before, how would the death metal screams mix with the preteen dubstep beat? Well, no one ever got anywhere without taking a couple risks.

Lulu stopped her current thoughts, and thus the narration, to write down a couple lines for her next hit underground single, "Is This Absolute Gay No-Homo Terror (or Am I Falling in Love With Your Sick Beat?)"

After a couple minutes, Lulu finished writing a couple lines and decided to take a break, forgetting about her previous reflections on Milo and Jeffrey, which was actually not to bad since she didn't know where she was going with that anyway. Lulu contemplated the cold, unnerving meaning of working an office job and selling your soul to the government masters that were green and frail, dead presidents and crumpled wads of paper in the warm pockets of the youth just waiting to be traded away for something frivolous, an ice cream cone or an action figure. "I need....some coffee to escape...this concrete hell" Lulu muttered to herself, then got up and slowly, but coolly, shuffled her way towards the lounge.

It was there that she spotted Owen. Lulu wouldn't have talked to him, had she not noticed the magazine in his hands. She made her way towards him and snatched the magazine right out of the older, less cool, man's hands "Woah....how...vintage....retro chic even....to bad it's mainstream shit," She crumpled up the magazine and tossed it in the trash, then looked at Owen "Did you....piss on yourself? That's so....nonconformist"
Sadie

Sadie had already been at the offices long before anyone else. In fact, there was even a rumor that her peppy behavior causes her to sleep in the offices overnight, but that was completely unproven and if another rumor like that floats around her lawyer would have to get involved for the blatant slander on her name. However, she wasn't blaming anyone for this rumor, especially not that jealous asshole Jennifer interning on the 17th floor.

Nevertheless, Sadie was at the office bright and early, however she didn't really think anyone noticed. In fact, she was certain that no one noticed. She had watched Owen walk out of the bathroom with that weird brown pee stain and he didn't say anything. She watched Tally turn on her incenses and she didn't say anything. She literally stood in Jonathan's office for 30 minutes and he didn't say a word. However, it was hard to tell with him, he probably couldn't see or hear her since he was so old and generally close to death.

Despite that, Sadie put on her peppiest smile and walked through the office as if she hadn't a care in the world. She walked past Jeffrey's office and noticed his boyfriend was with him, so she didn't try to disturb him. Plus the whole "hanging butthole" thing really got to her. Instead, she headed over to Tally's office and tried to insert herself into the conversation about flowers with Maximiliano "Ha! Flowers! I love Flowers! Love 'em! I eh.....back when I was younger I uh..." Oh shoot, Sadie didn't know a damn thing about flowers, she sat around awkwardly, somewhat upset with herself but refusing to leave. She felt like a burden on society, much like that jealous asshole Jennifer interning on the 17th floor who she knows stole her cute pink flower hair clip she could have totally used to join the conversation fuck you Jennifer.