Apokalipse Banned

If this starts up again, please PM me

If this starts up again, please PM me

Despite how awkward Poppy was and how she tried to avoid it, it was inevitable. And thus, she figured that being blunt with her questions would be the best case as it is. After all, what more could happen? It was best just to get everything out on the table. Or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself to excuse the curiosity that was getting the best of her. “What’s your power?” Poppy inquired hurriedly before she could back out. She folded her arms on the table and leaned on them, her butt lifting slightly from the chair. “I heard something about it being ‘social.’” Poppy had half a mind to ask if Henrietta was a master manipulator, but decided that was best left for later when she had more of a case to bring up other than suspicions. Besides, there was nothing that Henrietta could really get from manipulating Poppy, not really. Poppy had no intention of joining a side and she didn’t have an especially advantageous power. All she had was knowledge on her side, and while knowledge was powerful, in a battle against…what were the other leaders’ powers? “And what are the other leaders’ powers?”

You can reboot it, but I probably won't be joining it since I'm a horrible GM, lol. I don't like bossing people around because I'm either too nice or too harsh.

Poppy’s face became a shade of red, not quite as vibrant as before since she has begun to relax in these peoples’ company, when she was caught comparing herself. Her insecurity was always such an ugly trait and Poppy has to, many times, tell herself that looks don’t matter. With one glance at Timothy, however, Poppy knew that they did, in fact, matter. But they shouldn’t matter _to her_. Blinking slowly, the blonde inhaled and exhaled to calm her face before mentally rejoining the people before her. “The crusades?” she muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes and thinking back to see if she had read anything about the religious affair. It took her a few moments to wrack her brain, but at the end of the day, Poppy knew squat about the crusades. She was much more interested in psychology and of the likes. While Poppy was good at understanding psychology, she was horrible at analyzing people. Nevertheless, she tried – and she used Henrietta. Henrietta was obviously a social butterfly and extroverted, but could she also be a master manipulator? The way she said things just to obviously get a reaction from her lackeys leaned more towards yes. _“I should be wary.”_ Poppy thought, switching the hand she leant her cheek on. Despite her suspicions, Poppy kept a straight face and even allowed a small quirk of her lips that wasn’t quite a smile.

Poppy was glad when the pain was gone and secretly wished she had radio healing or whatever. That would come in handy considering how often Poppy bumped into things. Disregarding the though, there was no point in wishing for something she couldn’t have, Poppy sat down in her chair. As Henrietta stretched with her breasts becoming very prominent, Poppy couldn’t help but surreptitiously glance down at her own. The medium-sized lumps were just sources of depression and disappointment so Poppy carefully wrapped her jacket around herself. “Yeah, um, not a date. I was, uh, sleeping.” Poppy answered even though Timothy had already said something. The blonde moved forward and laid her cheek on her palm, relaxing slightly.

Poppy stood up swiftly and rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants before holding it out for Henrietta to take. “I’m Poppy O’Conner.” Poppy smiled lopsidedly. “Um, so, yeah, I probably…won’t join any of those weird legions of doom things you guys got going on, but…thanks for informing me? I guess. Er.” Poppy decided it would be best to sit back down before she made a fool of herself and, when turning, her foot collided with the table leg. Her shoes were made of a poor, flimsy material, and so her toes took most of the shock. Stinging pain erupted in her foot and Poppy attempted to smother the ache with her hands while hopping on one foot. “Son of a bitch!”

“Huh?” Poppy managed to strangle from her throat, but before any more could be said to save her from such a savage response, the doors opened and in walked, surely, the next Miss Wales. Her beauty was so palpable that Poppy couldn’t help but glance down at her body and compare. As usual, the plain blonde girl drew up short. Massaging her shoulder with one hand self-consciously, the O’Conner scooted back in her chair and turned to face the newcomer. “Uh, yeah, um, sorta new. Well, I guess, yeah…this is my first year here.” Poppy wanted to smash something against her head. Could she be any more awkward?

> Hopefully not, but anyway, these are separated incidents. There are a lot more introductory posts, so Mono and Bobo should have no problems catching up. Anyway, are you sure you guys don't want to introduce another Ruler? How about Michael or Jason? Or maybe Louise again? I'm starting to get scared now. Is she really that bad?

Poppy’s face became as red as her namesake and she hastily patted down the disheveled blonde locks. How embarrassing. Meeting someone for the first time and her hair is all whack – _“just my luck.”_ “Uh, ah, thanks.” Poppy cleared her throat and scrubbed at her cheeks, just in case there were any marks from her sleeping. She must look like a mess to…ah, she didn’t know his name. Maybe she should have asked that first? But isn’t it rude to ask for someone’s name before giving your own. Before she could even think, she blurted out, too loud for an introduction but quiet enough to not be a yell, “I’m Poppy.” The nearby librarian hushed her and Poppy bowed her head in apology before leaning forward and saying quietly, “I’m Poppy.”