Haha

⤫ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⤬

Morning The Rookery, New York City

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝟝: 𝕎𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Objective: Gathering Information


The handler of 13’s request finds the ears of the general, and while the bishop exits the room with 11 and Dimitri, the general remains to correspond with the remaining numbers and filter them where they are meant to be. The general simply smiled weakly to Matriona with a slight squint to his eyes, nodding his head and offering a confirmation to their request.

“There is a bar a few streets away from the Rookery. The Empty Vessel is owned and operated by a former colleague of mine, it has better security than most of the city.” He reaches down to pull out a stack of off-white business cards and slides them along the table to each handler, but wouldn’t protest if one of the numbers grabbed the cards instead.

5’s reaction would spark some curiosity out of the old general, as his facial features twisted and tensed while a proper response was being produced in his mind.

“You would speak to me, or 9’s handler within the time of their transient stay here in the city. In truth, our president prefers the cities be protected with our own means. We had a quite traumatic incident not too long ago, where a number went berserk and devoured a few thousand people before it could be neutralized— but if you’re adamant, coordinate with the handlers.” A long-winded response would be offered this time around, with some curious bits of information not made public for the country’s safety. No reports of a number going berserk in the U.S were ever released, and if the handlers knew, they withheld that information from the numbers themselves.

Meanwhile, in the office where Lieutenant Hawthorne and the Bishop reside.

”We know that the Orthodoxy has been capturing Italian soldiers and experimenting on them to try and recreate the numbers, or whatever else the desired result might be.” The Lieutenant didn't seem to twitch or frown upon speaking this accusatory statement, rather she remained warm and her tone hardened with a firm determination.

”We are unsure of how much [the pair of you] might have known about these projects happening within commie territory.” This time her attention snapped away from the pair to the bishop who this entire tine remained silent until Hawthorne's eyes met his.

"Thee seemeth to beest able to handleth this on thy own." A knowing look is exchanged between the two before the bishop sets his attention to the handler and his charge and turning to return back to the War Room, escorted by Mary, exchanging cursory glances between her and Valentine on their way to the war room.

”Sticking your nose into everything as usual, eh?” The old English melts away as he speaks to the familiar figure, being sure to keep his voice low for only the two to hear.

Lieutenant Hawthorne would then turn on her swivel chair to type a few things rapidly on her computer and stops only when her small Lexmark printer began to hum to life and spit out a few pieces of paper lined with black text. The low-ranked officer scoots over and hands the sheets over to them, two or three pieces of paper each it seemed. The documentation would list missing people being found mutilated in landfills or shallow graves scattered throughout the Soviet territory; spies had seemingly confirmed the majority of these individuals were soldiers of neighboring factions or traveling personnel from the Vatican. One name might have spark Dimitri as strange as he saw the person alive not all that long ago, Rhea Harkov. It was only a few weeks ago that she was dropping off intel from Italy while explaining the latest cloaking technology that allowed her to sneak around from Kyiv to Moscow without issue.. and now she was dead?

”We don't expect the two of you to be able to jump on this project immediately, but once the issue with the horseman has been dealt with.. you'll return north with a new objective, understood?”

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

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Just Another Day in Paradise

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School was bullshit.
It wasn't a passing thought, nor was it some superficial thought that might have dismissed itself once something good happened. It was truly how Sayaka felt. The raven-haired girl had set her bed right up against her desk so she could wake up and shift over to be at her keyboard immediately. It was terrible for her posture, but in truth, Sayaka really couldn't care about the curvature of her spine any less. The tiny digits click-clacked along the keys of her keyboard and she checked the activity of crypto in the morning; her income was purely dependent on how smart she was with the capital she already had so it was natural for her to check multiple times a day on her investments. Only one of the coins were in the red, the rest had been up a few percentages which made Sayaka grow a big shit-eating grin across her face.

The gamer goblin then sighed, slumping her back down onto the pillowtop mattress hard before flipping to the side and grabbing a crumpled up shirt sitting between the bed and the wall. As long as her uniform was being worn nobody would say anything to her, right? The condition shouldn't matter that much, so she didn't think much about it, rolled on some socks, slipped on her shoes and headed out with the expectation of being late. The facility wasn't too far from the small apartment that she called her home, but if she didn't run she might get written up. That thought put some pep into Sayaka's step, sending her swiftly down the sidewalk in the direction of Masuda High School.

Just as the school grounds came into sight, she heard the bell begin to toll.

"Fuck shit, shit fuck, fuck shit.." Sayaka's voice chimed out in a faux upbeat chime, almost singing her grievances to the wind as she bolted past the lingering students at the school entrance and down the hallway.

The girl spotted a few other students booking it down the hallways at breakneck speed, but didn't pay them any mind as Mr. Hagino's classroom rapidly approached and Sayaka's hand outstretched to clasp the metallic handle and swung it open, panting and red faced she slowly made her way to the back of the classroom and sat down at her seat. While students were being marked down as being present for class, she reached down into her backpack to pull out her laptop and sat it down on the wooden desk. The fancy RGB and loud fans humming to life once the laptop was turned on likely flagged Sayaka as a tad obnoxious for bringing in a gaming laptop for school, but how else would she fit the time farming crafting materials into her schedule throughout the day? The girl's eyes would lock onto Mr. Hagino and raise her hand once her last name was called upon, there was some familiarity between the two as she snapped her fingers and pointed at him as if giving him sass to not comment on her tardiness.

"I forgot my mouse." She sighed heavily before blowing some black strands out of her face and annoyedly swiping her finger along the laptop's touchpad.

The Opposite of Alchemy

The bat was less than gracefully making its way through the many cavern tunnels, barely navigating as the serpentine patterns weaved together, interlinking and separating until finally some sort of fire source’s smell caught her nose. It approached quickly, so Melodia just before reaching her destination would return to her humanoid form, sprouting outward with arms and legs in a splatter of blood.

As her eyes adjusted back to the darkness, she would set her crimson eyes upon the individual she found holding the torch. The orange glow of accelerant burning atop a wooden stick flickered in her eyes, making it seem as if the woman’s naturally red irises reflected the same fire within them. Melodia’s stare would then slowly turn to the individual holding the torch in question, before finally breaking the silence with a very hushed tone almost a whisper that strangely reverberated against the strangers ears.

”May I borrow your torch?”

She then smiled at this person she had never met before, tilting her head to the right fluttering her lashes to add some flare to the request. It lingered there for an answer, but even before then, she would notice the jungle of mushroom sprawled across the cave floor. The smell wasn’t good, it made her head feel weird, maybe she’d convince this person to ignite them here and now. A frown would then sneak its away onto her red painted lips, and it was followed by a concerned hum that rattled the dust off these close cavern walls.

”Also, like it’s a trap.” she stated, pointing to the mushrooms with squinted eyes and a worried look.

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

@RandomGuy

^{Stewing within anger that will last for centuries.}

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What
A
Terrible
Evening…

Thankfully for her, the bear-masked familiar would tend to Guen’s distraught transgressions. It was fitting, perhaps not morally, but fitting nonetheless despite Guen’s lack of knowledge about her predicament. That sensation of having knowledge that others did not was something that Mura quite enjoyed, but there was no room for jubilation with the swirling of anger still remaining in her gullet. Enjoyment would have to wait.

“Robin,” Mura quietly spoke, and from behind her the young human woman would swing the door open with her head low in respect for her proprietress

”Yes, proprietress?” Robin had known Mura for a number of years, which was long enough to see through the facade of warmth and composure that she often masqueraded with.

“Take a trip around town, let the locals know that we will not be allowing anyone wielding a nichirin sword within our borders for the foreseeable future.” Venom laced Mura’s words, spite and anger dripping from her tongue and running down the cherry painted lips— almost enough to draw the beast of hunger out of her. But it wouldn’t.

”At once.” Robin nodded once, somber and slow, before closing the paper door in front of her and dashing to grab her sandals and take off through the front door running swiftly, covering ground faster than a mere keeper of baths should.

If there were some aspect of fire to her, smoke would be pluming out from her nostrils— that thought crossed her mind and slowly she would return to the room that the police chief once rested within. She was gone. With an event like this, Mura couldn’t blame her and simply sat down onto one of the cushions with her legs sprawled out and reached for her still smoldering pipe. She chewed and suckled ‘pon the wooden end as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order just as the massive wolf that typically rested within the Onsen’s attic came to rest at the proprietress side. Her eyes flickered red, the glow of her familiar vision fluttering alight as heat singed her lashes, crackling and sizzling as once again something pushed her.

The great wolf sensed its mother’s anger, and without a word spoken he rose to his legs and began rushing to make its way out of the Onsen. Out the window, leaping high into the air, onto a rooftop— and then another, faster than a bullet to make its way to a kindred of Muragarasu. It wouldn’t take long, a few minutes would pass at most before the wolf arrived at the Seikishi Bar. Whatever damage had been done to Mamushi was akin to harm upon the wolf itself, and with a singular glowing red eye it glared with teeth awry as a low growled rumbled like thunder within the beast’s throat.

Wolves in Japan were — unusual to say the least? The last of them had gone extinct decades ago, so what onlookers would be seeing with their eyes could only be described as a ghost of the past. That is precisely what he was; the ancient canid had a coat was clean, fur patches might’ve been matted from exposure to the elements but the, but strikingly was the clear arrowheads peaking through the beast’s back. He was also strapped with a pouch near the rear of his body, within it were small kunai, a spool of wire, and a pocket full of something?

The beast would not spring into action just yet, but he paced closer to the kindred demon and licked at her wounds.

^{And Mura watched through his eyes.}

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Roach Queen

Name: [Natsuyoshi Sayaka]
Age: [Seventeen Years Old]
Physical Description:
Sayaka is a weak-framed girl, skeletal even. Her paper white skin is just as sickly as her lack of musculature which makes the willowy and relatively tall teen seem like she might blow away in the wind. The color of her irises are a very dark blue that border on black, blending in with her pupils the pair send to sunsettle onlookers to Sayaka’s entertainment. Her hair is long, straight, black, and unkempt as it trails down past her waist in length. Typically she’ll wear loose and comfortable clothing forgoing style altogether in exchange for what is easiest to sleep in. She accessorizes only slightly with some necklaces and bracelets that have some sort of dorky sentimental value to her. Sometimes she’ll paint her nails cool colors like silver and attempt to write binary on them, but most people wouldn’t notice that.

Important items:
• Steam Deck ^{Linux based operating systems ftw}
• HyperX Cloud Pro Headphones
• Slate Gray Remarkable with Pen
• Black & White Penguin Crocs ^{With croc bling}

Short Bio:
A life that was mostly spent in front of the television.
Sayaka’s parents both worked, and while they did she was watched primarily by her grandmother. The elderly crone didn’t pay much attention to Sayaka, she cooked and cleaned their house but the quiet girl didn’t have much in common with the old woman. Could you say that Sayaka raised herself? Probably, but a better explanation would be that she was raised by the internet itself.
It was at a very young age that she would sit on the tatami with a laptop in front of her, unsupervised and unsuspecting, she explored for the better and for the worse. She made friends around the world, some fake, some real— but all experiences led her to having a very captivated mindset where she cared less and less for her friends in primary school and opted instead to stay on her computer from the time she got home till deep into the night. In middle school she would befriend a person with the handle [JoyBoy] who instead of filling Sayaka’s time with mundane things like chitchat about politics or social struggles, brought her into intellectual gatherings for young programmers to banter and learn from one another.
And then they needed money, so a few crypto rug pulls later she was able to start buying things for herself!
The very first thing she purchased for herself was a high-end PC with top of the line specs. It allowed her to play more intensive games that many of her online peers could do befor, her parents were suspicious but it wasn’t until her grandmother brought up the obscene idea that she was selling her body to pay for these new things that Sayaka fonally lashed out for once in her life. It drew the ire of her mother, her father, and her grandmother, thought she didn’t care much for the crone who hardly spoke to her in the first place. They’d come to the conclusion that if she had the funds to do so, maybe she should live alone?

Personality:
Every generation seems to be more and more integrated into social media and internet culture, unhealthily, with excess and parasocial groupthink absorbing another bystander every day. That’s certainly not Sayaka though. Like— yes, of course she watches some streamers from her generation but the majority of them are ones that stream game development and offer advice for new developers to avoid making the same mistakes they do. She watches, unblinking, absorbing every detail and memorizing every mistake to ascertain that she never makes them herself.
Sayaka is a perfectionist, so dedicated to her craft that she will adhere from sleeping, eating, or even using the bathroom to make absolutely sure that she executes what she wishes to do without issue. When a school project is given to her, more often than not, Sayaka’s team wins purely due to her carrying the team.. sometimes she’ll do so without communicating to her teammates. One time she even worked on the project alone out of her own free will, and instructed her team leader to discard the project he worked on and just use her own— only for it to win.

”You are a liability.”

She would tell them, and avoid making any contact following those crass words.

Skills:
The majority of Sayaka’s skillset falls within the realms of cybersecurity, programming, and general puzzle solving. If you were to ask her what she was skilled at; she would offer explanations about virtual machine automation, script optimization, SQL Injection, and then go off about how social hacking is just manipulating stupid people into doing stupid things. Her passion however, is in game development! She’s been working with other anonymous friends online to make an indie game, and Sayaka both wrote the text for the characters and created the pixel art— allowing the older and more seasoned developer friends to take the backend work.
She wouldn’t necessarily call herself an artist, but she does have a creative’s mind and that is what she centers her career goals around. While she scrolls down the Linux Reddit and interacts with the OS elitists, she’s doing so mostly for entertainment. Perhaps she is a bit manipulative herself, acting out as a greasy computer snob while really just wanting to bring her visions of games she wishes to create taking the foreground. Other odd or unique talents she might have would be— that she’s strangely flexible, with double jointed elbows and a gymnasts elasticity!

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series (Dead)

Roach Queen

Name: [Natsuyoshi Sayaka]
Age: [Seventeen Years Old]
Physical Description:
Sayaka is a weak-framed girl, skeletal even. Her paper white skin is just as sickly as her lack of musculature which makes the willowy and relatively tall teen seem like she might blow away in the wind. The color of her irises are a very dark blue that border on black, blending in with her pupils the pair send to sunsettle onlookers to Sayaka’s entertainment. Her hair is long, straight, black, and unkempt as it trails down past her waist in length. Typically she’ll wear loose and comfortable clothing forgoing style altogether in exchange for what is easiest to sleep in. She accessorizes only slightly with some necklaces and bracelets that have some sort of dorky sentimental value to her. Sometimes she’ll paint her nails cool colors like silver and attempt to write binary on them, but most people wouldn’t notice that.

Important items:
• Steam Deck ^{Linux based operating systems ftw}
• HyperX Cloud Pro Headphones
• Slate Gray Remarkable with Pen
• Black & White Penguin Crocs ^{With croc bling}

Short Bio:
A life that was mostly spent in front of the television.
Sayaka’s parents both worked, and while they did she was watched primarily by her grandmother. The elderly crone didn’t pay much attention to Sayaka, she cooked and cleaned their house but the quiet girl didn’t have much in common with the old woman. Could you say that Sayaka raised herself? Probably, but a better explanation would be that she was raised by the internet itself.
It was at a very young age that she would sit on the tatami with a laptop in front of her, unsupervised and unsuspecting, she explored for the better and for the worse. She made friends around the world, some fake, some real— but all experiences led her to having a very captivated mindset where she cared less and less for her friends in primary school and opted instead to stay on her computer from the time she got home till deep into the night. In middle school she would befriend a person with the handle [JoyBoy] who instead of filling Sayaka’s time with mundane things like chitchat about politics or social struggles, brought her into intellectual gatherings for young programmers to banter and learn from one another.
And then they needed money, so a few crypto rug pulls later she was able to start buying things for herself!
The very first thing she purchased for herself was a high-end PC with top of the line specs. It allowed her to play more intensive games that many of her online peers could do befor, her parents were suspicious but it wasn’t until her grandmother brought up the obscene idea that she was selling her body to pay for these new things that Sayaka fonally lashed out for once in her life. It drew the ire of her mother, her father, and her grandmother, thought she didn’t care much for the crone who hardly spoke to her in the first place. They’d come to the conclusion that if she had the funds to do so, maybe she should live alone?

Personality:
Every generation seems to be more and more integrated into social media and internet culture, unhealthily, with excess and parasocial groupthink absorbing another bystander every day. That’s certainly not Sayaka though. Like— yes, of course she watches some streamers from her generation but the majority of them are ones that stream game development and offer advice for new developers to avoid making the same mistakes they do. She watches, unblinking, absorbing every detail and memorizing every mistake to ascertain that she never makes them herself.
Sayaka is a perfectionist, so dedicated to her craft that she will adhere from sleeping, eating, or even using the bathroom to make absolutely sure that she executes what she wishes to do without issue. When a school project is given to her, more often than not, Sayaka’s team wins purely due to her carrying the team.. sometimes she’ll do so without communicating to her teammates. One time she even worked on the project alone out of her own free will, and instructed her team leader to discard the project he worked on and just use her own— only for it to win.

”You are a liability.”

She would tell them, and avoid making any contact following those crass words.

Skills:
The majority of Sayaka’s skillset falls within the realms of cybersecurity, programming, and general puzzle solving. If you were to ask her what she was skilled at; she would offer explanations about virtual machine automation, script optimization, SQL Injection, and then go off about how social hacking is just manipulating stupid people into doing stupid things. Her passion however, is in game development! She’s been working with other anonymous friends online to make an indie game, and Sayaka both wrote the text for the characters and created the pixel art— allowing the older and more seasoned developer friends to take the backend work.
She wouldn’t necessarily call herself an artist, but she does have a creative’s mind and that is what she centers her career goals around. While she scrolls down the Linux Reddit and interacts with the OS elitists, she’s doing so mostly for entertainment. Perhaps she is a bit manipulative herself, acting out as a greasy computer snob while really just wanting to bring her visions of games she wishes to create taking the foreground. Other odd or unique talents she might have would be— that she’s strangely flexible, with double jointed elbows and a gymnasts elasticity!

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series

I’m leaning towards a Summoning/Anchoring loner with poor social skills.

Dreamer's Sea: A High School RP inspired by the Persona Series

Possibly interested.

The Opposite of Alchemy

It wasn’t unusual for explorers to cross paths within ruins that hadn’t been fully explored. That drive for knowledge, adventure, and the thrill of risking your life to achieve something that someone else may not be able to in their lifetime only fueled that drive all the more. Melodia came to cross people like this time and time again; sometimes she’d spend an extended period with them only to disappear one night when her objective drew near but others—

This eve, she waded through the knee deep waters of a cave system nestled beside an aquifer. She was not able to speak with spirits, the elements themselves tended to be chaotic and temperamental which made Melodia nervous. Still though, it was here where small crystalline blue motes that faintly illuminated the cave darkness allowed her the faintest bit of light as her nocturnal eyes peered through that heavy veil of umbra.

“Smoke?..” The smell tickled her nose, almost giving a stinging sensation that made the vampire’s eyes water if only a little.

What was even more curious was the lack of light source that turned the walls that deep umber orange. Maybe it was deeper, or higher, the flow of air when going deeper into earth made detecting where it would be all the more difficult. To make that task a little easier on herself, she gripped the sides of her black cloak and tugged them inwards almost to wrap herself up. Shadows whipped around her, ensorcelling her figure in darkness before she rapidly shrunk down and turned into the small furry form of a bat.

That bat took flight, screeching a few times for the vibrations to bounce off the walls and get a good measure of the area— then she took flight, to search for that source.

⤫ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⤬

Morning The Rookery, New York City

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝟝: 𝕎𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Objective: Gathering Information

[Everyone]

There were plenty of responses within the room, some on-topic, others not as much, but the fact that a number was killed with relative ease in a nearby territory likely sent chills down many of the handlers’ spines . Maybe some simply watched on with disbelief, but the strange artifact seemingly stolen from the Vatican was an entirely different topic. Which the bishop would speak upon with 11’s handler, Dimitri’s question.

”Four artifacts were stolen: a bow, sword, scales, and a spear. The bishop’s eyes would then trail over towards 5 and Mary, frowning deeply before answering their question.

”The bow wast one of many gifts from god. T’ is said when the drawstring is pulled, all art madeth humble ere our lord. A vague description for an esoteric relic capable of deleting a number. Perhaps not even the bishop knew that exact details of how the weapon functioned?

The general seemed more unsettled than angered by Pequod’s rambling, with his silvered brows raising and wrinkled forehead deepening as he squinted at the figure. A pause would follow, giving time for others to speak before he would take the time to give 8’s handler a response. The general would reach forward once again, pressing another set up buttons along the table’s console before pulling at a small drawer out to type upon a keyboard— click-clacking until a final press of the enter key transitioned the hologram into something different.

”Her head was removed, the method was a cut with surgical precision above the neck that seemed to be cauterized or acutely burned to preserve the area of removal.” The general would then look to 7 and her keeper, offering the pair a more relaxed expression but his tone remained serious.

”We would like 7 and 9 to focus on the larger organization rather than hunting the horseman. We have intelligence that leads us to believe a terror attack may be planned for the city, and we believe the pair of your specializations would work best for preventing this atrocity from happening.” Following this request, the general reached down to a metallic box that was set at his feet and set it on the flat part of the table in front of him.

”We’d liketh 5 with 7 and 9 h're as well, security of the city shall be’est critical.” The bishop’s gaze upon the pair with warmth, smiling at the two for an uncomfortable amount of time before turning back to the general.

”We disagreed on where 12 and 14 should be dispatched, so we had a third party determine their designation for us. They will be hunting down the horseman up north, with 2 leading that group.” He then glanced over towards 13 and his handler, frowning as he did so.

”As much as I’d like 13 to remain in the city, higher ups have decided he’s better suited for the battlefield. I’ll have to catch up with you later Matriona.”

The last to be directly spoken to was 11 and their handler, which the attention of caused a bit of tension between the bishop and the general. They looked amongst one another a few times, silently communicating with gestures and facial expressions before finally the wizardly bishop stood up and beckoned the pair of Russian assigned church personnel to follow him out of the room. Before they would leave; the general would raise his voice to be certain they heard him as they left the war room.

”Once you’ve briefed them with Lieutenant Hawthorne, have them meet with the others at the Empty Vessel.”

As the Orthodoxy Duo and the bishop exited the room, they would notice Valentine standing outside perched along the wall with a distant look on her face and her lips drooped in a deep frown. The bishop wouldn’t so much as acknowledge Valentine, instead walking right past her while guiding 11 and her handler further down the hallway towards a smaller office where dressed down military officials seemed to linger. The door would swing open for the bishop who took the lead, and inside sitting at a small desk with a laptop was a younger woman seeming to be in her early or mid twenties dressed almost identically to the general minus the many war decorations. She was an officer but, green, very new in her role but with enough respect to have more than enough responsibility hewn onto her shoulders.

”Ah, you must be 11 and Dimitri! My name is Tatiana Hawthorne, or Lieutenant Hawthorne— whatever is easier for you.”