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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm eighteen years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, taking classes and real life stuff has cut back on the amount of time I can be on here.

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I also gotta work on the CS, but most likely I'll just copy past the Twins' pages like a lazy bum, haha.
@Prosaic Approved!
@VitoftheVoid She looks great! Approved!

“Mr. Roux.”

The professionalism in Dawn’s voice as she greeted Keandre in was impeccable. We are coworkers, her tone said, and I am greeting you as such.

Her eyes, however, were warm. If not somewhat chiding.

With a brisk hand, she patted his arm, subtly offering him a stick of peppermint gum before drawing back.

She returned Isa’s nod as she strode in, clasping her hands behind her back and standing at attention. It didn’t take long for the other Runes to make their way in after her, or for Dawn to identify them as they passed. She had been expected to look through the files of each before they arrived, to familiarize herself with their names and faces and abilities. Ms. Avuna, the Berkano, came first. Then there was Ms. Knight, Mr. Santora, and Ms. Aldridge: Tiwaz, Algiz, and Sowlio, respectively.

“I’m afraid that there is no bar on site, Ms. Knight,” Dawn replied. She spoke softly, but the lilt of an accent still came through. “However, there are a few throughout the city not far from here. Once you have completed your duties, you are free to visit one if you’d wish.”

Purely professional. A face among countless.

Fatigue. Pain, a headache. Nausea.

Cordelia didn’t feel it herself. No. Her own head didn’t hurt, even if it was lost in a mist, and swirling with smoke and secret things. And her stomach was quiet inside her. The aching discomfort was a hum at the edge of her thoughts, a phantom limb with an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. But she could, in some ways. Maybe.

“Hello, hello, Keandre.” Her smile widened. She had been smiling before, but it was wider now. She was always smiling. Was she? Sometimes it felt she wasn’t, but when she would look into the mirror, she would be smiling. It was good to smile. But Keandre was nice, and it was good to be friendly towards people that you liked. She liked to think he was a friend. She set out a bottle of painkillers at the table closest to him, alongside a cup of tea.

She returned Isa’s nod with a wave. “Hello, Isa. There’s tea if you would like any. White Peony.” There was no point in correcting the “Laguz” with her name. To Isa, she had become her rune the moment it stained itself over her heart. That was who she would be now. Perhaps she had never been Cordelia at all, and she was imagining ever being called so at all. It was such a curious thing to think about.

One by one, the other runes, her fellow Runes, entered. One she knew from the clinic. Cordelia had taken the bits and pieces that had hung from her, hung out of her, and put her back together again. Like a puzzle. If puzzles were made out of human flesh. And bled all over your gloves as you worked on them.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best comparison.

It didn’t matter if she recognized the company, or if she didn’t. She treated them all the same, with a smile, a sleepy smile, a dazed sort of smile, and a lift of the tea kettle.

“Good morning, everyone. And hello. You all are welcome to have a cup of tea if you’d like. Or two. There’s honey. And milk.”

She poured herself a cup, then sat down, sipping from the china. All the feelings, the nervousness, the excitement, the stress, hummed around her.
I’ll try and post today! I have a post half written.
@Rabidporcupine Well, he could still write runes, which is a form of magic, but is something regular humans can do in this canon. They just don’t have magic internally like the Runes do. A fair amount of Blessed just use weapons, enchanted or otherwise, though, which means there’s no still a fighting chance.
@Rabidporcupine Unfortunately, Uruz has been taken.
However, you're definitely welcome to make a non-powered human still! Blessed are basically supposed to be characters involved in the action that are pretty much just normal people fighting World Eaters.
@Reflection You’re free to add stuff later as long as you talk to me about it beforehand and don’t just sneak stuff on!
I would say he’s approved. Also, hit me up if you wanna work on a pre existing dynamic between him and Nidhoggr, since they likely do know each other from the whole “message transmit” thing.
Blessed HQ, Lounge Room

Cordelia had been in this particular room many times before, but the Blessed, the other Blessed, her fellow Blessed, had never paid such close attention to her while she was in it.

And never had there been guards stationed at the doors while she waited within. It was all such a curious change. It wasn’t all for her- if it was just her and Isa, perhaps, things would be much different, no need for guards- but it wouldn’t be just her and Isa. The others would be there, too. With them. They would be all together for the first time to be briefed and prepared, though they certainly hadn’t been isolated from one another. The base was just very big, and some of her fellow Runes- that was certainly odd to think, wasn’t it? Fellow Runes, fellow Blessed. They tended to keep to themselves either way. Some kept to the rooms the Blessed had given them. They were quite nice, she believed, very well-maintained. If the Runes wanted for anything, the Blessed were there to help provide it for them.

She had been given another room. Had been moved to another room. To keep the Runes all more closely together. It helped to keep them all together. It made them stronger. It was good in some ways, and less so in others. Cordelia didn’t think she needed a new room, but she was willing to oblige. Her coworkers had helped her move. She wondered what they made of all of it. Some of them seemed to treat her differently since Laguz had appeared. Others didn’t. She liked it when they didn’t. Did she? She thought she did.

It did help that she was provided more resources since the announcement. She had to spend more time in the infirmary, but she still had ample time to herself. Ample time.

She had to wait in this room for the others, however, right now. She had been taken here after fixing a young man with wide eyes and a warg fang through his kidney. She had been given some time, a short time, to change and wash up before coming here, and now she was here, and was making tea. It seemed only polite to make tea for the others, and she quite liked tea herself.

“Would you like any tea?” She asked of the guards. One of them, a slight woman with a quiet face, smiled politely, but didn’t move.

“No,” Dawn replied, “but thank you for the offer, Ms. Gable.” Her hands were folded behind her back, only a short distance away from the holster at her hip. Guard duty was not often Dawn’s job, though it wasn’t a duty she would turn up her nose at. It was simple enough to keep the eye on their guests, though from what she had heard of them, some were...less delighted to be there than anything else. Those in particular she was expected to keep an eye on, in case something happened that required her to step in.

With any luck, that wouldn’t happen, but she wasn’t about to hold her breath. You got used to preparing for the worst in this line of work.

The room that the Runes were supposed to gather in was a lovely one, outfitted with the same luxury that they had been treated with throughout the duration of their stay. One of four walls was almost wholly taken up by glass, allowing for a breathtaking view of the morning skyline. The couches were plush, the tables polished to a shine.

It was all very clearly meant to impress their Chosen Ones, though it was doubtful that all of them would be flattered by the treatment.

Either way, all there was left to do for now was wait.

The scent of tea clung to the walls.
@Reflection I saw you updated your character's page! Are you ready for him to be approved?
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