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abandonware) wrote in middaeg2020-05-04 02:21 pm
Entry tags:
may open log + catchall
Who: A2 (abandonware) & open (fourth wall characters welcome)
When: All throughout May!
Where: Errywhere
What: Quest pickups! Monster changes! A2 trying to figure out the purpose of a love letter!
Warnings: Some body horror (irt monster changes), A2 overall just being herself.
i. v is very very, extra-ordinary (quest - beauty underneath)
[Having avoided the greater part of the city, as much as she was able, anyway, she is nonetheless moved by a desire to do something. Anything. Culling the infected in the woods only did so much. They did not move like machines, which was of some interest. But even she could only kill for so long before boredom moved her.
The acceptance of this particular task had been by chance and Pod's suggestion, and currently, A2 is frowning down at the letter she's been given, which has the sweet smell of freshly-cut flowers. It irritates her nose, though she can recall a time where this was not the case.
She sneezes. Rubs at her nose. Then she looks up at Pod, expectant.]
Well? You got any ideas where this woman is this time?
Unknown.
Why can't he give this to her himself? What's the point of this, anyway? This is the third one this week.
[Her griping continues on into her task. Perhaps you too, have been asked to deliver all these weird, lovey-dovey letters? Or she's flagged you down with a, "Hey, you," to enlist your directional help?
Or she's just passed the letters off to you with no explanation because they bother her nose.
Despite her overall aura of disrespect, all of the letters are intact, the wax seal still in place. Huh.]
ii. there are two wolves inside of you (quest - noise complaint)
[There's a woman, slight of build, oddly-dressed at a distance, carrying two swords that look larger than her on her back, and she's banging on a resident's door like she intends to punch a hole in it.]
Hey! Roman!
[Does she know this guy? Anyway. Her voice is sharp and irritated.] I told you about this shit last night — cut it out!
[The howling coming from the second story window pauses, then begins again in earnest. A2 claps her hands over her ears, and there's something strange in her voice when she speaks up again, something low and guttural.]
That's it. Get down here right now so I can kick your ass!
[Uh-oh.]
iii. another fetch quest where the gang is given a philosophical conundrum (quest - refugee request)
[The refugees she's been saddled with this week are a kid and his baby brother, both of them hardly cut out to protect themselves, even though the boy had insisted that he needed no escort to and from his job at market. A2 had followed behind him anyway, silent and imposing, and by the time night falls on the third night, he's opened up. He chatters endlessly as they walk, and A2 listens, though it does not seem like she's doing much listening at all.
Her teeth hurt, is why.
They've hurt for days, for weeks — the boy had given her a length of licorice stick when he'd found this out, wanting to help, and she'd gnawed it down to splinters but hadn't bothered asking for another one. They hurt so much she can feel it in her temples, and so she — ever-vigilant — does not notice when the boy falls out of her field of view.
Instead she is focused on bringing a hand to her mouth, and spitting something out into her palm. The incisor, porcelain and perfect, glitters bright white in a clot of blood.]
What the—
[She studies this, quietly and dully horrified, and finally thinks to look up.]
Kid?
[Where had he gone?]
Shit. Kid!
[There's something in the distance — a cry of alarm, and this time, A2 only spits out her second lost tooth of the day out without losing her pace as she runs toward the sound.]
iv. wildcard
[A2 mostly frequents the woods, where she hunts both Cwyld-infected creatures, and (as the month progresses), wild game! Occasionally she will be seen skulking around doing odd jobs for various people (without the expectation of reward), because she's a marshmallow deep down inside. For this month she will be losing most of her normal robot teeth (???) and getting a replacement set of terrifying cat teeth. She will also be gaining a sense of hunger, increased sight, smell and (especially) hearing, and during the full moon will be especially erratic, so anyone who wants to throw down with her crazy overpowered metal ass is free to do so! If you have any questions or want to do anything else, feel free to hmu on plurk @ godsibb, or contact me via pm.]
abandonware) & open (fourth wall characters welcome)When: All throughout May!
Where: Errywhere
What: Quest pickups! Monster changes! A2 trying to figure out the purpose of a love letter!
Warnings: Some body horror (irt monster changes), A2 overall just being herself.
i. v is very very, extra-ordinary (quest - beauty underneath)
[Having avoided the greater part of the city, as much as she was able, anyway, she is nonetheless moved by a desire to do something. Anything. Culling the infected in the woods only did so much. They did not move like machines, which was of some interest. But even she could only kill for so long before boredom moved her.
The acceptance of this particular task had been by chance and Pod's suggestion, and currently, A2 is frowning down at the letter she's been given, which has the sweet smell of freshly-cut flowers. It irritates her nose, though she can recall a time where this was not the case.
She sneezes. Rubs at her nose. Then she looks up at Pod, expectant.]
Well? You got any ideas where this woman is this time?
Unknown.
Why can't he give this to her himself? What's the point of this, anyway? This is the third one this week.
[Her griping continues on into her task. Perhaps you too, have been asked to deliver all these weird, lovey-dovey letters? Or she's flagged you down with a, "Hey, you," to enlist your directional help?
Or she's just passed the letters off to you with no explanation because they bother her nose.
Despite her overall aura of disrespect, all of the letters are intact, the wax seal still in place. Huh.]
ii. there are two wolves inside of you (quest - noise complaint)
[There's a woman, slight of build, oddly-dressed at a distance, carrying two swords that look larger than her on her back, and she's banging on a resident's door like she intends to punch a hole in it.]
Hey! Roman!
[Does she know this guy? Anyway. Her voice is sharp and irritated.] I told you about this shit last night — cut it out!
[The howling coming from the second story window pauses, then begins again in earnest. A2 claps her hands over her ears, and there's something strange in her voice when she speaks up again, something low and guttural.]
That's it. Get down here right now so I can kick your ass!
[Uh-oh.]
iii. another fetch quest where the gang is given a philosophical conundrum (quest - refugee request)
[The refugees she's been saddled with this week are a kid and his baby brother, both of them hardly cut out to protect themselves, even though the boy had insisted that he needed no escort to and from his job at market. A2 had followed behind him anyway, silent and imposing, and by the time night falls on the third night, he's opened up. He chatters endlessly as they walk, and A2 listens, though it does not seem like she's doing much listening at all.
Her teeth hurt, is why.
They've hurt for days, for weeks — the boy had given her a length of licorice stick when he'd found this out, wanting to help, and she'd gnawed it down to splinters but hadn't bothered asking for another one. They hurt so much she can feel it in her temples, and so she — ever-vigilant — does not notice when the boy falls out of her field of view.
Instead she is focused on bringing a hand to her mouth, and spitting something out into her palm. The incisor, porcelain and perfect, glitters bright white in a clot of blood.]
What the—
[She studies this, quietly and dully horrified, and finally thinks to look up.]
Kid?
[Where had he gone?]
Shit. Kid!
[There's something in the distance — a cry of alarm, and this time, A2 only spits out her second lost tooth of the day out without losing her pace as she runs toward the sound.]
iv. wildcard
[A2 mostly frequents the woods, where she hunts both Cwyld-infected creatures, and (as the month progresses), wild game! Occasionally she will be seen skulking around doing odd jobs for various people (without the expectation of reward), because she's a marshmallow deep down inside. For this month she will be losing most of her normal robot teeth (???) and getting a replacement set of terrifying cat teeth. She will also be gaining a sense of hunger, increased sight, smell and (especially) hearing, and during the full moon will be especially erratic, so anyone who wants to throw down with her crazy overpowered metal ass is free to do so! If you have any questions or want to do anything else, feel free to hmu on plurk @ godsibb, or contact me via pm.]
