Idea: Superhero rp but every superpower has to be a unnecessarily specific fetish taken from a 1x1 thread
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joining a roleplay can have the same stress of applying for a job except its better cause instead of bagging groceries you get to be a cute gay anime cat girl who goes to magic school
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*tackleglomps u and nuzzles* X3 *notices bulge in ur pants* OwO wats dis???
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does anybody in this thread smoke weed
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The thrill of doing seventy different code edits without saving and then not knowing whether your post looks cute or like an exploded cumbox
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I like rats, jalapeño poppers, y2k aesthetics and idol games. I am pretty extroverted on the internet due to how easy it is to connect with people with similar interests. My personality may come across as aggressively friendly or over the top at times and I apologize in advance for that, whoops.
As for my strange signatures and profile pictures, a lot of them are a part of a specific aesthetic I´ve developed over the years that's basically 2000s aesthetics with a focus on the technology that explore themes of loss, abandonment, filth, and hopelessness, rather than the optimistic and mainstream view of the future that was common during that period of time.
An ethereal light flickered across Kaito's vision as he once again found himself learning a spell. Or at least, learning it in such a way that it felt like recalling something that had been on the tip of his tongue. He was quicker to adjust to the newfound information this time around, accepting its presence with none of the bewilderment as before. There was still a sense of hesitation to him however, as he mimicked the movements of his impromptu mentor with a notable stiltedness.
Among the patchwork assortment of charms only a pair stood out to him. Fearful he wasn't concentrating hard enough to detect others, his eyes roamed the stall multiple times in search of outliers.
Only those two had true magic to them, it seemed.
"You know in my former job, I learned a lot about the importance of possessions and what they can mean," he half-mumbled, "the way they can ground us emotionally." It was hard to flesh out the details with someone unfamiliar with psychology and seemingly disinterested in it, but he knew particularly of victims of post-traumatic stress disorder being prescribed things like stuffed animals to calm down. It was an extreme example, but this was an extreme world, where the idea of facing off against something more monstrous than a band of goblins was entirely possible. The ever fearful Kaito wasn't just taking combat potential into consideration, but what something could do to help him recover afterwards as well.
He approached the stall and wrapped his slender fingers around the talisman rather than the ring. "This... object is beautiful."
Octavio warped the features of an illusion of himself, starting with more practical adjustments such as adjusting the locations in which its many, many knives were kept to ruffling its hair to just the right amount. It was all in the details.
"Ehh," he groaned, an answer to Chres' question in of itself. "The problem with illusions is that it's far too easy to spread yourself thin and end up making a mess." He continued to make small changes to the figure, with care but none of the warmth the word implied. It was less like watching a person dress another one up and more like watching a sculptor working under a time limit. "But on the other hand, my newest acquisitions are working well enough for me to go that far." He didn't go into detail, assuming his illusion sheltering them provided enough of an explanation.
He had made the decision to purchase a disorganized mess of accessories meant for illusion magic. Some of them were from skeevier sources than others, and he still wasn't sure which ones were the ones working at the moment, but he felt their power easing his mind. When it came to illusions, it was less about being able to store large quantities of energy and more about having the stamina to create them both consistently and competently. The tangle of amulets under his clothing and rings under his gloves served to provide him with a sort of support system that relieved him of the discomfort he'd usually feel. A support system he wasn't going to think too hard about. Like the plan involving the familiars.
I can trust Syl. I can trust Syl. I can trust Sy-
A warcry rose above the rest for a second, snapping him out of his focused state.
"I think I can start on another one of... me, provided things don't crash and burn beforehand."
His previous self would have referred to them with a lot more flair, but it didn't feel appropriate anymore. The word illusion would be good enough, he supposed.
"Dividing the attention would work. If it's a numbers game, then that reduces their advantage over us," he told Týfurkh, pausing his efforts for a moment. "But you're right. It's not an elegant idea. They could catch wind of us pretty fast."
Kaito traipsed between the shops and stands, panic gripping and crushing any serenity the picturesque village had given him. The cool dusk air, the bare ground and the stars seemed more powerful, raw even, compared to his former world. It made him feel even more withdrawn. The villagers seemed to have noticed, as they exchanged glances with him more than anyone else. It felt wrong, trying to pass himself off as one of them. Still, he knew this was the best course of action before getting anything resembling answers. It was foolish to expect an encounter or some discovery that could explain what happened, but it had also been foolish to entertain the idea of another world in the first place, so he let it fester in his mind.
His eyes fell on a pair of teenagers whispering to each other. Something about the way they stood intimidated him, as if a life of hard labor had molded them into being more mature than he was. He realized they had begun leering at him, so he quickly rejoined Ipharia.
“…So the others are going to look at weapons, I suppose but…” his eyes rested on charms being sold by a nearby stall, “Does similar equipment exist for a person who uses magic?”
“You have to find out how thick the tracks are first. Lets you know which knife to use.”
_______________________________________________ Ludith Harague _______________________________________________________________ 33 | Female | Human _______________________________________________________________ Chaotic Good | Rogue | Slayer _______________________________________________________________
▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Warrior mindset - Pain is temporary. Blood coagulates. If you can't walk, crawl. Ludith is capable of stomaching through the macabre, so much so that the line between her and the beasts she hunts blurs with the approaching night. ► Cryptozoology - Experience in observation and physical combat with monsters has led her to develop an understanding for them that surpasses what rumors and faded journals are able to provide. ► Improvisation - One who hunts monsters needs to adapt as much as possible to their target, never getting too comfortable with any one weapon. Ludith mainly fights with a short sword and knives, but she's not above settling for anything she can get her hands on and swinging like a madwoman, with a level of strength that only desperation and hatred can produce. ► Courage - Ludith's willingness to fight extends beyond the slashing of a blade. She's not the sort of person to back down from harrowing odds, or bite her tongue if things don't seem right. Within physical combat, the various abnormalities of beasts will fail to faze her to same degree they would another. ► Good aim - As the sort of adventurer to be classified as a rogue, Ludith fights using melee weapons. She does, however, excel at throwing the occasional knife or improvised projectile if necessity demands it. -
▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor - Aside from the battered cuirass that's often the sole thing keeping her heart from being rabidly clawed out in front of her, Ludith's armor is leather above all else. Unlike most hunters the idea of adorning herself with parts of her kills repulses her, so it's fairly plain in appearance. ► Weapons - A short sword made of silver stolen from the vault of a great church. Rumors said it once belonged to a revered warrior of light, but she pays no mind to them. Several knives and a vial of poison meant for the more bestial monsters are hidden among flaps of cloth and leather. ► Coinpurse - Unimpressive and very ugly, its contents don't seem to fit with their container or their owner. The depths villagers are willing to go to for protection keep her fed, at least. ► Misc. Items - Ludith saves objects that once belonged to humans to bury them later. It's wise to preemptively put a soul to rest before even more abominations are birthed. Things like dolls or children's toys cause her a particular pain, no matter how many times she's had to safely dispose of them. -
P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R
Ludith's upbringing at the outskirts of her hometown was a quiet affair. Life seemed to flow by as the years turned her from a little girl who needed a wooden stool to reach the cupboards to a woman who knew her way around a sword. Marriage, too, seemed to happen without any troubles, and before she knew it her and her husband welcomed their daughter into the world. It was perhaps then that seeing them torn apart by werewolves was what finally woke her up from her slumber. Now she's restless, eager to track down and kill what roams in the shadows, with or without anyone else's permission. No sleep, no peace. The nightmare never ends.
Ludith is a woman led by her impulses who finds regulations stifling. She feels more at home armed to the teeth in the forests than at any tavern and will throw herself into danger if it means culling the vile creatures that prowl at night. This has led her to become vigilant, though to a degree that can be detrimental. Survival is her priority above else, with no care for whatever bodily fluids stain her leather armor or how much spitting and kicking she needs to do to come out a victor in her battles.
She disregards anything directly unrelated to combat including the complexities of politics and magic. She'll reach out to assist anyone she's fighting with, but with the expectation that they return the favor down the line. For her, it's better to focus on her own talents than try to understand anyone else's. Unless they're an enemy.
Despite the rough edges to her personality, she is notably kind towards children, being understanding towards them and fighting like an animal when their lives are on the line.
F A V O R
Had it not been for that strange merchant intervening on the day she was caught stealing weapons from barracks, Ludith has no doubt that her head would have been rotting on a pole.
The concept of being indebted to another, especially some merchant of which she knows so little about has put her on edge somewhat. She can only hope whatever is asked of her won't lead to a grisly end.
Once he had gotten accustomed to the texture of high quality fabric, it was hard to go back to more common garments. He wasn't about to let anyone know that, of course, as he was sure this band of hardened warriors he was stuck with wasn't going to be sympathetic to his shirt being itchy. Still, every article of clothing had its uses. Pieces could be removed and replaced with more attainable ones to aim for a more humble image, and the opposite was true as well.
Octavio stared at the man in the mirror, and the man stared back with a lot less charm than ever before. His pleasing features had hardened in dozens of subtle ways he couldn't put to words. If he kept the pace of his current life, how would he look like in just a few more months? A year? It bothered him a lot less than he thought it would, and he wasn't sure what to make of that.
He wordlessly slid in and out of various garments, dissatisfied every time. At last, he reached for his trousers. They looked as if they'd been tossed around, and he wasn't the sort of person who treated his possessions like that. It was the sort of detail one wouldn't pay attention to outside of hindsight. With a groan aimed at nothing, he slid them on.
Years of experience in being as stealthy as possible collided head-on with the grim realization that there were insects interspersed throughout the entire bottom half of his body. The shriek that left him did so through clenched teeth, before being accompanied by line after line of language that could not be described morally or tastefully.
"Lyyyyyyyyyyyyynx!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Where are you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
There were many situations Octavio had prepared himself for after being coerced into fighting for the greater good. Finding spiders in his pants had not been one of them.
Year 4256 3nd day of the month of Olfaccium Evening
The entire group gathered after Karina and Chres returned to deliver the news. War was coming two days from now, and they needed to prepare. With Karina, came her new Familiar Akai and her fellow soldiers, who delivered the message to the group themselves.
As they finished talking, the group slowly began to break away from each other. Chres went outside to get some air to think. Sil, meanwhile, spent her time zipping around the room chasing a strange silver fly she had found resting on the common room walls.
An air of authority followed Lynx, all three feet of him, as he almost marched towards Akai. He had seen what Sil was like when it came to combat situations, and he had been through enough of them himself to know that being a professional distraction wasn’t good enough. The hard gaze that came out of his eyes wasn’t one of disapproval, but rather one of tense anticipation.
“Greetings,” he stated. “What is your purpose?”
Just like always, Akai was simply following Karina, hearing what she had to say to the group about the recent events. When she was finished, the group began to break away and go to do their own things. When Akai was about to follow Karina, she saw with the corner of her eyes when a large black feline walking towards her with a rather dignified stride. What caught her attention though was his stare as he approached her, making Akai immediately stop and look at him, raising an eyebrow almost as if anticipating words as harsh as his stare.
"Hey there, kitty." Akai said with a teasing grin.
"My purpose?" She asked, laughing, obviously at the manner how the feline was speaking.
"Oh, I'm just here to have some fun. My owner is quite an... interesting person and this group isn't that far behind either." Akai said looking at the few other members who were still in her field of vision before going to do their own things.
Lynx circled her, eyes trailing from his new party member to the old ones. It was easy to tell when his eyes were on Sil from their flickering from one side of the room to the next. “I understand what you mean,” he said, hiding his disapproval of the fairy’s hijinks. “This is a group of people formed by a third party, so there is a definite, er, variety in terms of motivations.” It was embarrassing to compare Octavio and his wish to just survive with everyone’s higher ambitions.
“I ask your purpose because we are in the middle of a conflict at the moment.” He turned his head towards the humans, who were currently engaged in spirited conversation. “How much did Karina tell you about our situation?” The nobler part of him didn’t want to state the obvious, but he also wanted to avoid revealing too much, if it was the case.
Aiko couldn't help but let out a mischievous smirk when Lynx mentioned that the group indeed had a 'variety' of different reasons and motivations. In fact, that was what made everything even more interesting. Aiko was certain that not everyone would be really happy with what would happen in two more days. That said, it was undeniable that they didn't have many options other than accept Karina and the Military of Touch's intervention.
"Hm... She did tell me most of it. Including her surprisingly high position in the Military of Touch. There might be a few details I'm not aware of but I'm sure I know the overall situation." Akai said, thinking.
"The fun part is that no matter what everyone thinks, I know very well that Karina will have things done her way. One way or another. Besides... There's not much you guys can do against the Military of Touch… Or Karina herself." Akai said with a chuckle and a provocative grin. It was clear to Lynx that she was indeed finding all that situation rather amusing.
“The opposite is true as well.” They had about as much freedom as that silver fly, at the end of the day. “We are all limited in terms of how we can deal with one another. It is because of those restrictions that some of us have come to develop what some would consider a friendship with one another.”
The words dripped with disapproval. He once read about the kinds of unbreakable bonds that formed between prisoners, but was never convinced by the way novels romanticized them. It always seemed like a sort of mutual desperation to him. He didn’t use either term to describe how he felt towards his companions. As hesitant as he was to befriend others, there was a certain pleasure to be had in knowing he was partaking in something humans normally did.
Sil zipped between the two familiars still chasing after her prey. Sil giggled while the fly buzzed angrily as it did its best to stay ahead. As Sil began to close in on her target, the fly zipped downwards suddenly to avoid colliding with a table. Sil, of course, had been far too focused on catching the fly to notice and collided head first with the piece of furniture and let out a loud ‘Ooof’.
Sil fell to the floor, giving the fly the chance it needed to escape. It quickly zipped out of the group’s shared living space and away into the corridors that made the underground maze.
”Hey! No fair!” Sil called after it, while waving a fist in anger.
"Friendship, camaraderie... Call it whatever you want, it's still fun watching them interact with one another. This situation surely created bonds, but they originate out of pure necessity. It's unavoidable that they will be broken sooner or later once another opportunity arises or the situation that created such desperation passes. One example of that is Karina's position. Not everyone here probably agrees with the war." Akai said with a chuckle and an amused expression.
He paused for a moment at her response. Too many conversations with a fairy familiar and a man who spoke like he stood in front of a crowd had left him unprepared for a straightforward, solid answer. The tension in his body vanished far faster than he would’ve liked.
The moment she finished speaking though, the noise of something hitting the furniture, followed by a loud 'Oof' interrupted them. Turning her attention towards where the sound came, she would see Sill falling on the floor as the fly she was running after used that moment to flee as fast as it could to the corridors. Seeing such scene, Akai couldn't help but to laugh as she looked at Sil.
"It seems the fly was faster than you this time." she said with a chuckle.
"Anyways, I'm sure it will come back for a rematch, I wouldn't go after it if I were you. It seems to be awfully easy for one to lose themselves in those corridors." she said, approaching Sil, who was waving her fist towards the fly, protesting in anger due to it's 'unfair' tactics.
”Not me!” Sil said. ”I have a great sense of direction!”
“Are-“ he stopped. Sil had been the one to exit the chambers seemingly effortlessly during her search for fun. “You do. That worries me more, for some reason.”
”Probably because you’re a big ol’ worry puss.” Sil said. ”No worries though! That’s why I’m here! To help you learn how to relax.”
"Does she?!" Akai asked, surprised when Lynx confirmed that Sil indeed had a good sense of direction.
"I mean... I would have expected for Lynx to have a good sense of direction but Sil? That is surprising!" Akai said, laughing.
"Well, Chres would probably be worried sick if you went into the tunnels though..." Akai mentioned as she looked at Sil.
"Still, Sil is right on one thing, Lynx. Relaxing is indeed necessary. You should worry a bit less and just have fun!" she finished with a smile.
Had he been human, he would have scoffed. Instead, the lynx familiar’s mouth moved in an odd way that showed the difficulties that came with trying to emulate human facial expressions as a feline.
“Fun. That is not something worth focusing on when in a life or death situation. I will have fun once this is all over.” He paused. “Or when I can appreciate something like a warm meal.”
Sil sighed. ”See what I mean?” She said to Akai. ”Little kitty here, ever the grump.”
Akai couldn't help but roll her eyes upon hearing Lynx's words. Surprisingly enough, Lynn wasn't really exaggerating.
"You're right, Sil... He's no fun at all..." Akai said looking to Sil before turning towards Lynx.
"There is always fun to be had if you know where to look for it. And if you don't find any... You just need to create some... Right, Sil?" Akai said with a mischievous expression.
Lynx gulped. He recognized the feeling that crept up on him as what well spoken humans referred to as “intuition”, and the rest as “the suspicion that things were going to hell”.
Sil looked to Akai. Head at a slant. Finger to her lips. ”Are you implying we should find someone to push off a cliff?” Sil asked. By the look on her face, she seemed to be asking a genuine question.
”And just how did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked incredulously.
”What other conclusion is there?” Sil asked back with a shrug.
Despite Syl's rather grim suggestion, Lynx would be alarmed to see Akai stopping to think about it for a moment, before she finally answered.
"Hm... We wouldn't be able to see the reaction of whoever we pushed down the cliff so I don't think it would be that fun... Besides, the mess afterwards wouldn't be exactly nice..." Akai said, in a matter-of-fact way.
"Personally, it is quite interesting how much chaos can be made just by whispering a few words to the right people. Humans always have the most intriguing and fun reactions to stuff." she finished with a mischievous giggle.
In truth he had been expecting and even desiring a familiar capable of violence, one who could excel where him and Sil could not. Registering the edge to Akai’s words had the opposite effect on him, however. The adage of “be careful what you wish for” ran through his mind with every extra syllable of her giggle.
”Hmmmmmmmmm...” Sil hummed. Suddenly a wicked grin appeared on her face ”I think I know just the thing!”
She zipped off, only to stop a few meters away. ”Akai!” Sil shouted behind her to get Akai’s attention. Sil made a series of hand gestures, that looked utterly ridiculous, while adding in a few nods of the head in Lynx’s direction. With a wink and a thumbs up she zipped off yet again to somewhere outside the room.
Akai was amused with the expression Lynx had when he heard her words but Sil interrupted her when she suddenly said that she had an idea, which made Akai look at her with a surprised expression and a rather mischievous smile.
"A fun idea? Oh please do share." Akai said with a chuckle as she looked at Sil.
Akai watched Sil zipping away and looked at the gestures she was trying to make when she called her. Even though she wasn't able to understand anything by the gestures she made, she was still curious about the idea Sil had. Assuming that it was something that Lynx couldn't hear, seeing as how Sil nodded towards him a few times in a not-so-discreet manner, she soon followed her outside of the room.
Were it not for the atmosphere in the room, Lynx would have been more alert. Instead, he took Sil’s disappearance as his cue to listen to the other’s conversations. It was to his disappointment that none of them were particularly interesting. Sparing a glance back at Akai, he noticed she was gone.
Sil hovered excitedly as she Akai met her outside the living quarters. ”You see that little guy over there?” Sil asked, pointing to a nearby spider. ”This little guy is one of many little spiders looking to move into our boring brother’s favorite pair of pants. Problem is, Lynx here has outsmarted our little friends.”
Sil paused, looking left and right before hovering in close for a whisper. ”You see,” She continued. ”Lnyx doesn’t wear pants.” Sil fluttered back an inch and giggled at the thought. She looked to make sure Lynx wasn’t listening before continuing ”Isn’t it horrible? What kind of monster, must Lynx be to deny our adorable spider friends a new place to live?’ Well, yes, Lynx might be a monster -A furry little monster that doesn’t understand the meaning of fun- but you see, he has forgotten one little detail… Lynx might not wear pants, but I know a certain Octavapoo who does...”
Akai started listening to Sil with a curious expression, raising an eyebrow and nodding when Sil mentioned the spider. Even though she was just beginning to explain what she had in mind, Akai couldn't help but let out a mischievous smile as she did so. She was sure that Lynx wouldn't like the idea one bit given how boring he was.
"Oh, I see where you are going..." Akai said with a chuckle and a mischievous smirk.
"And I like it! Oh it will be priceless to see his expression when he finds out, Both Lynx and Octavio." Akai said, laughing, clearly enjoying the idea.
"What do you have in mind, my little accomplice?" Akai asked Sil in a conspiratory tone as she got closer to her.
”Hmmmmm...” Sil hummed as she placed her finger to her lip in thought. ”Well… Lynx can’t know what we are doing, right? So maybe we could use some kind of distractionation?” She said.
Looking to Akai, her eyes lit up with glee. ”Ooooooooo! I know! What if you tossed a bucket full of puddle onto him?! Yeah yeah, that’s it! Just do that for ten or so minutes. There will be so much puddle, he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself!”
What a lucky Lynx he would be! Sil thought to herself. How come nobody ever splashes me with puddle?
Akai heard Sil's suggestion with an interested expression. It was true that Lynx probably wouldn't agree with that small prank so a distraction could help their little plan. That said, Akai knew that Lynx wasn't an idiot and would immediately realize that they were up to something if she simply threw water on him.
"Hm... Lynx might be boring but he is still pretty smart. I do have an idea to distract him though. Since he is so serious, a serious talk will probably distract him enough so you can do your part." Akai said with a mischievous smile.
"When you're done though, please give me a signal. I reeeeally want to see both Octavio and Lynx's expressions when they find out." Akai finished, laughing.
A talk? Sil thought that sounded like a good idea too, though it was nowhere near as brilliant as tossing puddles over Lynx’s head. Regardless, she suspected it would do the trick.
With a nod of the head and wink, Sil zipped off to find her spiders.
With Sil off to gather the spiders, Akai went back to Lynx, getting closer to him.
He flashed the same uninterested expression that most took to be judgemental in appearance. This time however, he truly was bored out of his mind, hesitant to engage in any conversations out of an odd sort of weariness that blurred the line between the physical and psychological.
"Sil is quite... energetic, isn't she? It's almost strange on how boring you can be despite having to deal with such a tireless little thing like her." Akai said to Lynx with a smirk, teasing him.
"That said, when Sil was talking about the tunnels though, it made me think... Who exactly is these guys that are letting us stay here?" Akai asked, her expression quickly becoming a serious one.
"I mean... I know I got here recently but... Secret underground tunnels under the city, some very shady people... They do sound exactly like the type that would be best friends with those crazy cultist guys... At least from what I've heard Karina and the others talking about..." Akai said, looking around.
“Boring?” he asked. “It is simply what I do. Typically, I sit and listen, and Octavio talks. He acts, and I prevent anything disastrous. He fights directly, and I skulk. It is an unintentional strategy, but it works.” While Akai had learned of their party on a surface level, it had occurred to Lynx that she might not know some of the finer dynamics present. It felt nice to participate in a conversation with no ulterior motives and nothing to do with Syl.
“I understand you may not trust the people who assist us, but we need each other for our mutual survival. They are stronger than us, as well…” he warned.
Even though she was indeed trying to distract Lynx, the fact that what she was saying was indeed something that genuinely made a few members of the group worried would make it even more likely for Lynx to believe she was being serious.
Akai listened to Lynx's reply with an amused expression. His behavior wasn't a reflection of his owner's but it was almost as if it was affected by it. It was an interesting insight on how Lynx and Octavio worked together as a party and maybe an interesting for her to think herself regarding how she would interact with her owner.
"How sweet, you two complete each other!" Akai said with a teasing grin.
"Regarding that..." She said, replying as he mentioned that the people who were helping them, the shady ones inside the tunnels were stronger than them.
"I can see why we would need any help we can get, seeing the situation we're in but... There is a difference in having more resources and being stronger, you know..." Akai said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Lynx.
If he had the ability to raise an eyebrow, he would have done so sharply. Instead, the feline’s head twisted by a fraction.
"That said... Thinking about all this a bit better, it is but another reason for them to not try anything funny with us right now. They wouldn't be crazy to make enemies of us and have to deal with both the cult and our group..." Akai said, with a thoughtful expression.
Sil zipped in and around the room stopping directly behind Lynx. Hovering behind Lynx, she alternated from waving to Akai and pointing at the spider in her hand as if to say, ‘Hey hey! Look, I got one!’ Then, flying Octavio’s room, she planted the spider then sped off to go find more.
Lynx’s eyes shifted their focus from Akai to nothing in particular, as if looking through her while in thought. “You are new to this group, and yet you are already beginning to have seditious thoughts,” he said, as if scolding her. “Our origins as strangers continue to define our interactions with one another, even after our various conflicts. Cooperation, organization, the unspoken bond between warriors repeated endlessly through books of every kind… whatever you consider strength, there is still much more to be learned.”
Akai chuckled as she heard Lynx's scolding. Just like Sil said, sometimes he worried too much about things. In this case, he was finding a problem where there wasn't one.
"Seditious? Oh no. I am merely stating the obvious, kitty." Akai said with a mocking grin.
"It is exactly why we are strangers that I'm saying what I did. Each one of us is playing to our strengths. Our group has power, they have resources. We need their resources, they need our power. It is exactly this interaction that prevents us from betraying one another. At least one of us is deemed... no longer necessary to the other, that is." Akai said with a rather ominous smirk.
"Cooperation, organization and this so called 'bond' you speak of... All of them are dictated by our personal interests. Both individually and as a group. Our group was formed when our priorities became similar. At least our immediate goal, that is, to survive and escape. It is exactly the same as why the Kharu group won't betray us. We need each other, at least for our immediate goals. Betraying one another, for whatever reason would be completely illogical and would do nothing to help each one of us to attain our personal goals." she continued.
"You see? Deep down, it's all about our own personal interests. There is no 'bond', nobody is helping each other just because they are 'good people'. There is no such thing as a 'good samaritan', or in another words... 'Nothing is ever free'." Akai said with a smirk.
"Regarding what you said about strength... We have a few people in our group that can fight very well, a person with an incredibly troublesome and disruptive magic and all the other abilities our group has. We are clearly a threat for anyone looking to fight against us. Not only directly, but indirectly as well, or have you forgotten Karina is a strategist? Even the cult showed us that by prioritizing our capture... We are a threat to them. Therefore, for this and many other reasons, we can consider that our group is indeed... strong. Compared to the Kharu-Natjer group, even though we might lack in resources, we have something they don't have. The ability to oppose the cult. To fight." Akai said, walking around Lynx,as she continued speaking.
"Oh and talking about strength... It should be quite obvious that I'm not exactly the muscle-headed type to think that physical strength or violence are a solution to everything. In fact, it should be clear that I do love to do exactly the opposite. Cunning, strategy, the power of words, deception... There are a lot of other things that can be considered 'strength'... And each one of those, are most effective when used in a specific situation or manner. Just like the resources they have." Akai said, stopping in front of Lynx again as she gave a light flick on his nose.
Truth be told, even though that started merely as a distraction, she was actually enjoying such talk, but just like what she said to Lynx, behind every single action, there is a personal interest. Something motivating it... And it was no different for Akai herself.
As she spoke, Sil made multiple trips in and out of the room. During each trip, she made a point of stopping and giving Akai a wave, wink, or thumbs up. Sometimes, she would stop right before entering Octavio’s room. Other times directly behind Lynx. Once she even stopped directly outside Lynx’s peripheral view and mocked him by sticking out her tongue and raising her upper eyelid with a finger.
Lynx let out a tired sigh that sounded a bit like a hiss. Her way of thinking was confident in a way his internal monologue almost never was. Karina was a strategist, not a man with too many daggers and a couple of illusions that could only just get them out of trouble, so it made sense. “Being open about having ideas like that is dangerous. I agree with them, but I am hesitant to take some of them into consideration. A future where a disruption within our ranks leads to doom would be something I would prefer to avoid.”
Sil had landed comfortably atop Akai’s shoulder and gave her a solid thumbs up. Clearly she had finished with her task.
While she was speaking, Akai noticed how Sil made multiple trips, zipping around the room as she entered and exited Octavio's room. Sometimes even stopping and mocking Lynx before going back to her task, which made Akai have to hold herself to not chuckle and smile at that.
After she finished talking, Akai couldn't help but let out a mischievous smirk as she heard Lynx saying how having ideas like that was dangerous. Indeed, some of them weren't exactly pleasant to think about but they were still possibilities which were worth taking in consideration.
"Oho~ Isn't the fact that they were my ideas the reason for them being dangerous?" Akai said with a laugh and a mischievous grin just as she noticed Sil landing on her shoulder, giving her a thumbs up.
"It was an interesting talk, Lynx. I honestly wasn't expecting to enjoy it that much." Akai said, as she gave a small wink to Sil.
"Talking about dangerous ideas... I think it's time for me to start thinking about some. I do have a reputation to maintain, you know?" Akai said, with a chuckle and a mischievous wink to Lynx before she walked away.
He assumed the wink was for him and thought little of it. She was trying to get a rise out of him, not in the same, mostly unintentional way Sil did, but in a more calculated manner. If that was her intention, then he decided that she had succeeded. After a few small stretches, he wandered off for a walk, the conversation having left him with a feeling of dread.
With her and Sil's small prank ready, they only needed to wait to watch Octavio's reaction to it.
Buzz buzz buzz, when the silvery fly. Left right right left. The tiny insect wove throughout the cavern’s corridors. Its body glinting in the crystal jade light. Slowly but surely, it made its way to the outer edges of the tunnels until finally it caught a glimpse of its destination ahead. A wooden door guarded by a pair of slaves.
It landed on the door frame and inched its way through a crack spewing light from the chamber beyond. With one final push, it made its way past the crack only to then stop in and clean its antennae.
A man sat quietly in the chamber, reading a book by a burning hearth. The fly looked to the man as it rubbed its front two legs together. Pausing only after the man stirred. He raised his gaze towards the fly, a smile crossing his lips. Marking his page, he closed the book and placed it by his side.
”Done with your rounds for the night?” The Kharu-Natjer asked.
The fly buzzed, taking off towards the man. Its form beginning to shift and grow. The fly’s mouth began to curve curved and sharpen as small bumps took form along its body and protrude outward. Its mid and front legs merged together. Widening and combining with its wings. Its hindlegs sprouted claws. Its eyes turned glassy and beady.
Talon perched himself comfortably atop the Kharu-Natjer’s shoulder. Raising his left wing, he began nuzzling at his recently transformed feathers underneath.
“The… guests keep secrets from you.” Talon said, lowering his wing.
”Course they do.” The Kharu-Natjer said with a chuckle. ”I would be surprised if they didn’t.”
“Disrespectful.” Talon remarked with a click of his beak.
”Talon, my familiar, you seem to think that even a glance in my direction should be considered a slight.”
“And it should be!” Talon snapped defiantly. “You should earn nothing but praise for the labors you perform to stamp out this world’s imperfections!”
The Kharu-Natjer frowned, eyeing Talon as if studying him. ”I seek not praise, familiar. I merely seek what’s best for my people.” The bird ruffled and smoothed his feathers. Talon often took issue with the Kharu-Natjer’s disinterest in worship.
”Now then,” The Kharu-Natjer began. ”what’s this about our new friends keeping secrets from me?”
Talon fluttered over to a nearby perch designed specifically for him. He flapped his wings thrice in quick succession before settling down.
”The army of touch marches. They plan to attack two days from now. The girl is to open the gates for them.”
”Ah.” The Kharu-Natjer said, rubbing his chin in thought. ”Been wondering when they would make their move. I presume Karina received word from those scouts she returned here with earlier?”
Talon nodded. “There’s more.” He said. “Malkev, the girl revealed her identity to him. She plots to turn him to their side.”
”That’s of no concern to me.” The Kharu-Natjer said with a wave. ”I have little interest in what Malkev does after we take our leave of this city.”
“So we are leaving then?” The bird asked.
”Of course!” The Kharu-Natjer replied. ”We’ve played our part here. We hid those requiring hiding. Fed those we deemed needing feeding. And helped Malkev stir the townsfolk who need stirring. All that’s left is to be there to guide our friends before the attack, which we will be noticeably absent from. With the army of touch on the move, they need no further help from us here.”
Talon almost seemed to shrug. As always, he seemed indifferent about the plight of others.
“I think Svephreay has caught onto my other form.” Talon said after a moment of silence.
The Kharu-Natjer frowned. ”Pity.” He said. ”That is unfortunate.”
“You should kill her now.” Talon warned. “You let her get away with too much.”
”We will kill her in time.” The Kharu-Natjer said as he reached for his book. ”Just like we did with the one before her. For now, though, she’s still useful to us.”
Talon narrowed his eyes at the words but kept his comments to himself. He had learned long ago not to second guess his master. Instead, he took to preening his silvery feathers. It was a necessary action for one such as Talon. After all, when in servitude for a man such as the Kharu-Natjer, a familiar should always look his best.
“…and if you stutter, don’t forget. It’s marketable!”
Name Masumi Takeuchi
Age 22, November 10
Gender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual
Nationality Japanese
Appearance Standing at an unremarkable five feet and four inches, Masumi has the height and slim build of your typical Japanese woman. Her face is what people are tuning in to see, though. Masumi's smile is dazzling in front of a screen, a perfect replica of her mother's. And her big brown eyes don't lag behind either. If there's one thing she's managed to inherit, it's her mother's good looks.
When on stage, she tends to lean heavily on Japanese idol aesthetics, with a focus on jovial colors, small skirts and an array of terrifyingly coordinated accessories throughout her body. With her attempts to launch outside of the underground idol scene she's made some adjustments to her style, notably ditching the gaudier looks for a more subdued kind of cuteness. Outside of the stage she dresses with a focus on personal comfort, going for sundresses and loose sweaters.
Personality
Masumi is introverted and prefers to relax at home when not working as an idol, though by no means is she shy or hesitant in social interactions with others. On the contrary, her diehard curiosity and business-oriented mind have molded her into an excitable conversationalist. Her attempts to seek out fame and fortune are absolutely fueled by selfishness, but she doesn't see it as a bad thing. Audiences want a fantasy, and she wants them to pay for premium tickets. It's nothing more and nothing less than a win-win transaction. She's notably direct about these ideas with others in the industry.
When interacting with the public, her personality is strongly influenced by what she can lean on at that particular moment, as she is incompetent at being naturally charismatic. Cues, scripts, and notes are what gets her through these interactions, rather than any natural sense of intuition. At her best, her fans would call her bubbly and energetic. At her worst, her stiffness and hesitation would be distressingly apparent.
Her high willpower and discipline can veer towards stubbornness and tunnel vision at times. These quirks are exacerbated whenever business is involved.
Rosalie Occupation An idol, a solo singer accompanied by a personal assistant, with a handful of contacts to producers and the like. She enjoys composing, but recognizes her lack of finesse in the field and tends to collaborate with producers or pay them outright to make her music. As she is an independent artist with no ties to any agency, these collaborations tend to happen sporadically.
Act Information Masumi is skilled enough on the keyboard to compose, but her main strength is her voice. While she began her career covering bubbly idol music, she has begun to veer towards a more mature and stripped down sound. As part of being an idol she doesn't shy away from dancing on stage.
Relative Experience While small pockets of the public have known about her since even before she was born, it wasn't until her late teens when she started to make a name for herself within Japan's idol scene. She's been emboldened with her latest small bouts of success, and is open about her ambitions in living up to her mother's name.
Biography
Once a legend in the Japanese idol circuit, Kanon Takeuchi left the scene in a state of shock after her early retirement during her thirties. Her departure was met with sadness from her fans, who wished her well. As with most musicians, it didn't take long for her career to disappear from the public's consciousness, eventually becoming nothing more than a name occasionally dropped during conversations of the "good old days".
Masumi spent her childhood rejecting the possibility of following in her mother’s footsteps. She had a passion for math, and the drive to pursue a career in the field. With time, however, she realized music wasn’t an abstract art that needed an innate talent to understand. She could break down the formulas of what made a song work into series of notes and chords, which she could then rearrange and warp to create whatever she wanted. This newfound passion for music intersected with her love of money, and so she began her charge into the entertainment industry.
She was initially hesitant, with no desire to stray from her passion for math or step into the spotlight, but the money was too enticing to pass up. And to Masumi's amusement, she discovered her skills could be applied to music production. But there was a problem.
Masumi is an awful idol.
Lacking in everything from style to cuteness to that certain "star quality" people insisted was important, Masumi and her two left feet weren't meant for the stage on her own. But she wasn't on her own.
If there was a single advantage to being the daughter of a legendary idol, it was having money to spare. She's sought out help from everything from stylists to choreographers to producers, all of them trying to mold her into anything resembling her mother, with mixed success. Now a young adult, Masumi and her assistant have set their sites on Nimrod as their ticket to fame. With only the faintest traces of a fanbase and fame, she's dead set on carrying her family's name onward.
Affiliations
Kanon Takeuchi - A now retired idol once revered throughout Japan. Only those heavily invested in that particular music scene recognize her nowadays. Her insistence on having her only daughter follow in her footsteps has caused friction between the two.
Shin Imamoto - A portly man in his mid thirties assigned hired by Masumi to serve as her personal assistant and liaison with the professional world. Called "Masumi's lapdog" by his friends, his paychecks are enough to keep him satisfied with dealing with her whims. He has a notably negative view of the entertainment industry.
“…and if you stutter, don’t forget. It’s marketable!”
Name Masumi Takeuchi
Age 22, November 10
Gender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual
Nationality Japanese
Appearance Standing at an unremarkable five feet and four inches, Masumi has the height and slim build of your typical Japanese woman. Her face is what people are tuning in to see, though. Masumi's smile is dazzling in front of a screen, a perfect replica of her mother's. And her big brown eyes don't lag behind either. If there's one thing she's managed to inherit, it's her mother's good looks.
When on stage, she tends to lean heavily on Japanese idol aesthetics, with a focus on jovial colors, small skirts and an array of terrifyingly coordinated accessories throughout her body. With her attempts to launch outside of the underground idol scene she's made some adjustments to her style, notably ditching the gaudier looks for a more subdued kind of cuteness. Outside of the stage she dresses with a focus on personal comfort, going for sundresses and loose sweaters.
Personality
Masumi is introverted and prefers to relax at home when not working as an idol, though by no means is she shy or hesitant in social interactions with others. On the contrary, her diehard curiosity and business-oriented mind have molded her into an excitable conversationalist. Her attempts to seek out fame and fortune are absolutely fueled by selfishness, but she doesn't see it as a bad thing. Audiences want a fantasy, and she wants them to pay for premium tickets. It's nothing more and nothing less than a win-win transaction. She's notably direct about these ideas with others in the industry.
When interacting with the public, her personality is strongly influenced by what she can lean on at that particular moment, as she is incompetent at being naturally charismatic. Cues, scripts, and notes are what gets her through these interactions, rather than any natural sense of intuition. At her best, her fans would call her bubbly and energetic. At her worst, her stiffness and hesitation would be distressingly apparent.
Her high willpower and discipline can veer towards stubbornness and tunnel vision at times. These quirks are exacerbated whenever business is involved.
Rosalie Occupation An idol, a solo singer accompanied by a personal assistant, with a handful of contacts to producers and the like. She enjoys composing, but recognizes her lack of finesse in the field and tends to collaborate with producers or pay them outright to make her music. As she is an independent artist with no ties to any agency, these collaborations tend to happen sporadically.
Act Information Masumi is skilled enough on the keyboard to compose, but her main strength is her voice. While she began her career covering bubbly idol music, she has begun to veer towards a more mature and stripped down sound. As part of being an idol she doesn't shy away from dancing on stage.
Relative Experience While small pockets of the public have known about her since even before she was born, it wasn't until her late teens when she started to make a name for herself within Japan's idol scene. She's been emboldened with her latest small bouts of success, and is open about her ambitions in living up to her mother's name.
Biography
Once a legend in the Japanese idol circuit, Kanon Takeuchi left the scene in a state of shock after her early retirement during her thirties. Her departure was met with sadness from her fans, who wished her well. As with most musicians, it didn't take long for her career to disappear from the public's consciousness, eventually becoming nothing more than a name occasionally dropped during conversations of the "good old days".
Masumi spent her childhood rejecting the possibility of following in her mother’s footsteps. She had a passion for math, and the drive to pursue a career in the field. With time, however, she realized music wasn’t an abstract art that needed an innate talent to understand. She could break down the formulas of what made a song work into series of notes and chords, which she could then rearrange and warp to create whatever she wanted. This newfound passion for music intersected with her love of money, and so she began her charge into the entertainment industry.
She was initially hesitant, with no desire to stray from her passion for math or step into the spotlight, but the money was too enticing to pass up. And to Masumi's amusement, she discovered her skills could be applied to music production. But there was a problem.
Masumi is an awful idol.
Lacking in everything from style to cuteness to that certain "star quality" people insisted was important, Masumi and her two left feet weren't meant for the stage on her own. But she wasn't on her own.
If there was a single advantage to being the daughter of a legendary idol, it was having money to spare. She's sought out help from everything from stylists to choreographers to producers, all of them trying to mold her into anything resembling her mother, with mixed success. Now a young adult, Masumi and her assistant have set their sites on Nimrod as their ticket to fame. With only the faintest traces of a fanbase and fame, she's dead set on carrying her family's name onward.
Affiliations
Kanon Takeuchi - A now retired idol once revered throughout Japan. Only those heavily invested in that particular music scene recognize her nowadays. Her insistence on having her only daughter follow in her footsteps has caused friction between the two.
Shin Imamoto - A portly man in his mid thirties assigned hired by Masumi to serve as her personal assistant and liaison with the professional world. Called "Masumi's lapdog" by his friends, his paychecks are enough to keep him satisfied with dealing with her whims. He has a notably negative view of the entertainment industry.
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