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Current I had a dad joke for you all today, but I lost the punchline. Hopefully it comes back to me.
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5 mos ago
Mm, vintage internet ragebait
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5 mos ago
1% of 2026 is already gone. Just do what you already did 99 more times, you'll make it.
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If you can't handle me at my worst, that's okay, I can barely handle me at my best
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Imagine having the willpower to retire from RP and actually mean it (I will never escape)
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A late twenties/early thirties, they/them something-or-other who's been doing this writing thing on and off since my teens. When I need to blow off some steam, I play the kinds of games that would make the average Dark Souls fan scream with rage. Aside from those two hobbies, I don't make time for much. My roleplaying is probably the most social I'll ever be across the internet, but hopefully that's what you're here for.

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"Second thoughts? I am still having first thoughts. Ask again after coffee."

— Ninochka Nikiforov, Dark Winter



Coffee, for Nina, was a can of cold brew, probably one of those overpriced ones stowed away in each room's fridge. Or fresh from what was hopefully one of the many vending machines in the hall, and not one of the many shady convenience stores in the city. Neither of the other two Maverick girls could be entirely sure where or when she'd acquired it. Absent the rigidity of a strict schedule, she seemed to naturally drift towards retiring to bed early and rising before the sun did, though she didn't show an ounce of the stereotypical energy early birds were supposed to have. How did the old saying go? Healthy, wealthy and... well, two out of three wasn't bad. The woman seemed to take every aspect of her life in stride—an absolutely glacial one, to be sure—but to her credit, in the brief time they'd been acquainted, she'd always been punctual, prepared, and keeping whatever icy quips might be rattling around in that quiet, unenthused head of hers to herself.

In the context of a compulsory, unending beach vacation, her usual preparedness made her look ready to volunteer for lifeguard duty. Just, as soon as the caffeine kicked in. "Good morning boss," she replied tepidly. Even in beach attire, she was still wearing a jacket. Did she ever hang that thing up, or did she wear it to bed and take the time to iron it every morning? "Da." She nodded. "Shark man is acting like all is well," she observed, brow furrowed. "But is deceiving situation." She understood that her job was in jeopardy here, at least, even if she hadn't known the others well enough to be particularly empathetic about their disappearances. Indeed, she didn't seem to be feeling much of anything about any part of this situation, except tired. She downed the last dregs of her cold brew and tossed the empty can into a waste bin that was, uncharacteristic of the city's usual condition, rather empty. "Poekhali." She flashed a thumbs up.


Evil Eye still couldn't seem to grasp how capable Oros could be, even when her body was half-destroyed. She grimaced at the sight of it, and seemed to be weighing other options in her mind of how to carry her. "Doesn't that hurt?" she replied, somewhat absurdly. Evil Eye had some rather nasty bruises of her own, but nothing seemed to be broken. "Anyway, I can't just leave you on the ground. When that thing falls, the shockwave will flatten the town," she declared matter-of-factly.

But that was not what happened. Instead, Evil Eye beheld the light that vanquished Michi's darkness. She could not avert her eyes from it, not until the moment the ball of malice had touched the ground and retreated into nothingness. "Real light..." she murmured, still carrying Oros along with her, floating towards the impact site as if drawn like a moth to a flame. Her eyes were two wide-open portals of intense but unidentifiable emotions.

After an amount of time that was long enough to be awkward, but not quite long enough for Oros' geas to shake Evil Eye's focus from whatever she'd fixated on, they touched down. She held Oros' hand until she'd found either stable footing or a place to rest, then began assessing the damage. First, her eyes were drawn to the conspicuous remains of Hizuki's mech, where she found Haruna. With a shaking hand—fear, rage or adrenaline?—she confirmed that she was sleeping. Carefully, she extracted her from the debris, moving her to a place where she'd be more easily spotted by the first responders. She looked up, as if to check for unstable structures that might fall on her. Finding only a clear blue sky, she glared at it, as if accusing it of something.

Then, she found Michi, lying peacefully with her plushie—the plushie she and Haruna had made. Her left eye twitched. Knuckles whitened, and her index finger tapped impatiently against the palm of her balled-up fist. Rei will decide what to do with you, was what she told herself. If the desire to kill could disturb Haruna's rest, she would certainly feel it. "The rule... must be kept," she muttered, shaking with what was now certainly rage. It wasn't about the school. The Club could exist without it. The upheaval of the lives of Hibusa Town's citizens was surely a tertiary concern of hers, at best. The Sisterhood had been hurt, and Michi had used her words to salt the open wounds. Rei was now the only threat hanging over her head, keeping her in check. Until she arrived, what remained of hers and Roche's resolve would have to keep both themselves and the others in check. She lingered, but cast her eyes about.

Tsubomi. Where was Tsubomi?


"Alright, so a Song of Time would be fine too."


Evil Eye wasn't content to merely throw the giga miseria off a cliff. Before it reached the bottom, she charged after it, intent on delivering one more good shoulder drop to its pelvis before she would be satisfied that it wasn't getting up again. More of the golem's fibers dissolved, and the mass began to slowly loosen and flatten out like a plate of spaghetti. "It... recycles iron, I think." Dazed, she instinctively just answered Oros's question without giving much thought to why. "But if the liver can do that too, is it really necessary..? Probably not..."

"Madam Kuroki!" Abaddon's voice called down into the mass of threads. "Black Gate is—" he began, but was silenced as the golem's left arm reached lazily up and absorbed him into itself. A single, half-lidded, glowing red eye became visible to Oros in the darkness. "Sounds like the sky is falling outside. At least we got to scratch 'blanket fort' off the bucket list before shit hit the fan." Was Evil Eye allowing herself to be a bit sentimental? No, her gaze still wandered the dark space as she crunched the numbers in her mind. "No, I think we'll be safer in the air. Let's grab everyone."

A large portion of the golem's mass made its way back to Evil Eye, liquefying and retracting rapidly back into her eye socket, while the rest continued to dissolve in the giga miseria's bile. She took Oros by the hand and lifted her up into the air, Oros's tendrils easily untangling themselves from the dissolving threads. She drifted the disciple's way first, not suspecting that she was in any way different from the Shuuko she knew. She could see through her minions' eyes, but not hear through their ears—not that they had ears to speak of.


"This rotting beast's swan song is the only song I wanna hear right now."


"Ugh! I'm telling you, if it throws up on us we're done for!" Evil Eye snapped. "Brace for impact!" she warned, not that there was much bracing Oros could do as the golem slammed into the beast. It vomited up its bile again, and Evil Eye moved so that they would not take a direct hit. The mist burned the outside layer, but it wouldn't make it all the way to the core where Oros and Evil Eye were.

A bigger problem was the new pool of bile on the ground, which was slowly eating away at the golem's feet. "Come on! I got a good one for ya!" As the beast reeled in the golem with its fist, Evil Eye targeted the leg that the beast had pulled back to stabilize itself, hoping to seize it and throw the hulking skeleton over her shoulder, down the side of the mountain head-first.
Interesting. Nina will be naturally inclined to broodmax if other players don't engage with her, but if people like her I might change her watcher to Aigorost for SoM if that's acceptable.

I also nominally picked Maverick Alternative because it seemed like the least popular choice from the last thread, but my half-baked idea is that it's still early enough that she can be convinced by other factions if all the newcomers decide to go Maverick this time, only the GEMINI players really want her, or some other interesting thing happens with the freelancers. The image I originally had in mind for her mundane form was much more Maverick-appropriate, so there's a noticeable sidestep of continuity there in her CS, but that aesthetic had a lot of overlap with Cirilla and I felt like bucking the female water mage stereotype of showing midriff. I really like her new image, but I can be swayed if it's really important for her to look a certain way.
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Oof.

What! You can't just fix your game like that! BROKEN Promise more like PATCHED Promise!!1!

Alright, she should be good now. Should have gone with my first instinct anyway.


"Thank you for flying Evil Air. Have a rotten day."


"Well, sorry I didn't bring out the futon. I wasn't expecting a visitor." Evil Eye's focus was on the approaching swarm, and using Abaddon to direct her locusts to intercept them. The most she could probably hope for was to slow them down, or they might devour some of those annoying intestine appendages. "If anything makes it inside, we probably just lose." As if on cue, the monster sprayed liquid evil into the air, and she considered taking cover from the shower until Nyxia suddenly intervened with her death ray. "Hm. I guess we have a shot."

The golem charged at the swarm to punch through with a shoulder tackle and meet the giga miseria. "This one's flesh can regenerate, but the fibers are permeable by liquids," Evil Eye explained, as if imagining that Oros could see outside and that her words had context. "Actually, as long as you're wedged in there, you might be able to help him grow extra arms," she thought out loud. "Or cactus spines... something to keep the birds off of us."


"The only poetry I care about right now is the 'in motion' variety."


Evil Eye was startled to hear a voice so close to her ear. "I don't," she answered plainly, her usual clever quips failing her for surprise. "Why are you—what was your plan, exactly?" The golem scratched its 'head' in confusion, as if looking for a foot to pull Oros out by. It turned somewhat toward Earthshaker, and there wasn't any particular sign that it had comprehended her request at all, but Evil Eye must have seen her go sailing through the air with her shield enough times to catch on, and direct it from wherever she was to punch at it with full force.

Seeing through the eyes of her servants, Evil Eye watched as Abaddon directed the swarm of locusts to intercept the bird-monsters on their way to the golem. Last time, they had ganged up on the golem and ripped it apart, but in their weakened state and without the advantage of numbers, perhaps there was a chance her summons could do some work this time. It was certainly a rare occasion that Evil Eye pulled out all the stops like this—usually, she saved her energy for emergencies, or whatever her "experiments" entailed, no matter how much Earthshaker tried to admonish her to train more.
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