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Twisted Fate: Arcane Whisper

Igarashi Ryuuko

R Y U U K O
R Y U U K O

^{"I hate this, I hate you, I hate everything!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Igarashi Ryuuko (五十嵐竜子) is a child from a broken home, starved for attention and screaming at the world to try and get someone to listen. Anyone. Any attention is good attention, and she'll act out until she gets it. Incredibly impulsive, and neglected enough to make it everyone's problem, especially her own. Age: 17 Fate: The Chariot Trope: The Delinquent Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED]

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Ryuuko was doomed to be a problem child before she was even aware. Born to a Igarashi Keiichi, a salaryman and an Igarashi Junko, an OL, she was barely six months old when her father discovered that her mother was having an affair. When he confronted her, she just...left. Abandoned her husband and infant child, went off to marry the man she was cheating with. Keiichi was...unhappy. And who wouldn't be? Another year passed, then two. And right when Ryuuko was starting to form memories, he finally remarried: the newly-renamed Igarashi Arisa. And clearly, being a loving father and mother were not in the cards now. And so, Ryuuko grew up alone. She was never abused, at least not physically. But any attempt she made at squeezing any affection out of her parents was met with cold indifference. And so she became cold. And then everything changed one day, during parent visitation day in elementary school. Her father did show up. But only out of obligation. And she desperately wished he hadn't in the end, because suddenly meeting his stare was... ...Yoshioka Junko. Her father left soon after. But after watching the death flying from her father's gaze, she recognized the woman. Knew her from pictures that were gone now. This was...this was her mom. Her real mom. ...And she'd never wanted her. Instead she was there to visit her new daughter. Minami, a bit of a teacher's pet but relatively unremarkable. Until now, at least. Now it was all that Ryuuko could to to look at the girl without screaming at her. She knew that Minami hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't a choice she'd made. She couldn't choose the circumstances of her birth, any more than Ryuuko could choose her childhood. ...But still, she couldn't help but feel like Minami had stolen her life. And once she made it to middle school and started growing up, it got so much worse, so fast. All the hormones churning in her brain, the continued neglect of her father and stepmother, occasionally seeing Minami now and then, it all conspired to make her blood just boil constantly. She started skipping school. Getting into fights. Staying out too late at night. Doing stupid shit, acting out so that someone would take notice of her, even if it was to yell at her. She didn't have any friends, not really; she drove most people away with her shitty attitude and aggressive personality. Really, it's a miracle that she managed to make it into high school at all. She stopped provoking stupid losing fights and getting beaten up all the time. She stopped going to dangerous places that she really had no business being in. She started attending school more. She never stopped acting out, not really. She was still aggressive and angry, getting up into other students' faces, mouthing off to teachers, occasionally playing hooky, and still getting in fights and coming home with a new collection of bruises every so often. But it got a bit less destructive, even if her image and reputation didn't much change. She started getting more moderate around her unwitting half-sister too. She still didn't like her. Still nursed that private anger of feeling like her life had been stolen. But oddly enough, there was a bizarre protectiveness that emerged beneath them. She didn't like Minami. She would never like Minami. She was still cold to her, still had to hold herself back from doing something stupid. But she also would keep a keen eye out, and if anybody hurt Minami, then, well. Even if she got into fewer fights now, Ryuuko still knew how to throw a damn hard punch. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Angry ⬗ Aggressive ⬗ Insecure ⬗ Lonely ⬗ Brutally Honest ⬗ Fragile A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Leave Blank For Now.

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Lem's Stash

Igarashi Ryuuko

R Y U U K O
R Y U U K O

^{"I hate this, I hate you, I hate everything!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Igarashi Ryuuko is a child from a broken home, starved for attention and screaming at the world to try and get someone to listen. Anyone. Any attention is good attention, and she'll act out until she gets it. Incredibly impulsive, and neglected enough to make it everyone's problem, especially her own. Age: 17 Fate: The Chariot Trope: The Delinquent Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED]

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Ryuuko was doomed to be a problem child before she was even aware. Born to a Igarashi Keiichi, a salaryman and an Igarashi Junko, an OL, she was barely six months old when her father discovered that her mother was having an affair. When he confronted her, she just...left. Abandoned her husband and infant child, went off to marry the man she was cheating with. Keiichi was...unhappy. And who wouldn't be? Another year passed, then two. And right when Ryuuko was starting to form memories, he finally remarried: the newly-renamed Igarashi Arisa. And clearly, being a loving father and mother were not in the cards now. And so, Ryuuko grew up alone. She was never abused, at least not physically. But any attempt she made at squeezing any affection out of her parents was met with cold indifference. And so she became cold. And then everything changed one day, during parent visitation day in elementary school. Her father did show up. But only out of obligation. And she desperately wished he hadn't in the end, because suddenly meeting his stare was... ...Yoshioka Junko. Her father left soon after. But after watching the death flying from her father's gaze, she recognized the woman. Knew her from pictures that were gone now. This was...this was her mom. Her real mom. ...And she'd never wanted her. Instead she was there to visit her new daughter. Minami, a bit of a teacher's pet but relatively unremarkable. Until now, at least. Now it was all that Ryuuko could to to look at the girl without screaming at her. She knew that Minami hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't a choice she'd made. She couldn't choose the circumstances of her birth, any more than Ryuuko could choose her childhood. ...But still, she couldn't help but feel like Minami had stolen her life. And once she made it to middle school and started growing up, it got so much worse, so fast. All the hormones churning in her brain, the continued neglect of her father and stepmother, occasionally seeing Minami now and then, it all conspired to make her blood just boil constantly. She started skipping school. Getting into fights. Staying out too late at night. Doing stupid shit, acting out so that someone would take notice of her, even if it was to yell at her. She didn't have any friends, not really; she drove most people away with her shitty personality and aggressive personality. Really, it's a miracle that she managed to make it into high school at all. She stopped provoking stupid losing fights and getting beaten up all the time. She stopped going to dangerous places that she really had no business being in. She started attending school more. She never stopped acting out, not really. She was still aggressive and angry, getting up into other students' faces, mouthing off to teachers, occasionally playing hooky, and still getting in some fights and coming home with a new collection of bruises every so often. But it got much less destructive, even if her image and reputation didn't much change. She started getting more moderate around her unwitting half-sister too. She still didn't like her. Still nursed that private anger of feeling like her life had been stolen. But oddly enough, there was a bizarre protectiveness that emerged beneath them. She didn't like Minami. She would never like Minami. She was still cold to her, still had to hold herself back from doing something stupid. But she also would keep a keen eye out, and if anybody hurt Minami, then, well. Even if she got into way fewer fights now, Ryuuko still knew how to throw a damn hard punch. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Angry ⬗ Aggressive ⬗ Insecure ⬗ Lonely ⬗ Honest ⬗ Fragile A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Leave Blank For Now.

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The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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Shin-ae let a long breath out as AJ went to call her mom. She was sure there was plenty of emotion passing between the two over the airwaves, but it let Shin-ae disengage from the girl, and the awkwardness faded a bit. She'd do well to keep her voice down, but the implicit social barrier that someone crying caused had fallen enough to climb over. Another few winces came from her as Kaitlyn tended to the scrape--it wasn't a severe wound, but it would absolutely get infected without treatment, and it was bleeding an awful lot for an abrasion.

Ah, it seemed like Kaitlyn wanted her to say something. She supposed she had gone silent without much word of warning. She was about to open her mouth to say something--an apology, maybe? Gratitude? A shared anxiety over the state of the world? She wasn't sure--when she became aware of a loud engine, and a beat up old car came into view. She supposed it was a good thing that the man stopped; more people without the mystery disease could never be bad.

That was, if he was without the mystery disease.

She let Kaitlyn speak first as she pondered what she was about to say. What would get her the information she wanted while sounding the least accusatory? She didn't want to alienate him before they even met. The man had a car, after all. If he let her tag along, then she could conceivably fit her bike in the back to get the pedal put on somewhere. Sure, it wasn't a mountain bike, but if she were attacked out by someone, she would sure rather have it than just her legs.

As Kaitlyn finished introducing her, she rose--putting as little weight as possible on her scraped-up leg--and inclined her head. "As she said, I'm Shin-ae, Shin-ae Yun." She paused a moment, shifting a bit uncomfortably. "Before you left the city, I don't suppose you were...injured in any way?" Good. That sounded good. Got across the question: had this man been bitten, was he a liability if he either attacked them or had a dizzy spell or something in front of the wheel? And it did it without sounding too obviously that she distrusted him.

It was an illness so bad that they'd blown up all of the bridges and tunnels leading out of Manhattan. She didn't want to think what had happened to the people who were inside the Lincoln Tunnel or on the GW Bridge when it happened, there was no way they had been fully cleared. And she really, really didn't want to take any chances.

Then, almost as an afterthought, "it's nice to meet you." Good. A bit ingratiating, without being obsequious. She hoped.

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

一 色 み か こ - I S S H I K I M I K A K O
一 色 み か こ - I S S H I K I M I K A K O

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An exaggerated pout came to Mikako's face, replaced after a moment with a more typical gentle smile as she reached out, placed the chopstick case on top of the polished sakura-patterned bento with a pronounced click, and pushed the whole thing a few more inches toward Suzuka.

"Really, Suzuka, it's fine! I ate a huuuge breakfast, and it's not a full day, remember? I'll whip something up at home before I even have the chance to feel hungry!" A beat passed. "And really, what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend's first meal back be crummy cafeteria food when I've got a perfectly good lunch right here?"

There was already a bit of a hungry pinch in her stomach, actually. And she needed to attend to quite a few things before she'd go home. But no way was she telling Suzuka that!

""You don't have to go that far. I can get something at the cafeteria. I still need to figure out where everything is, anyway."

An emphatic shake of Mikako's head followed. "Alright, Miss Fussypants!" She gave Suzuka a teasing poke in the forehead before reaching out to pop the lid off the bento, revealing something that looked like it had come right out of a commercial. White rice with black sesame seeds, topped with a single honey-pickled plum; a few pieces of the pan-fried mackerel from that morning; a simple salad of lettuce and spinach with some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes for color; and a few slices of hand-rolled tamagoyaki, the making of which was one of the kitchen skills Mikako was most proud of. "If you insist, then we'll just have to share it!" She plopped the chopsticks down in front of Suzuka, divested of their case, and at the same time reached out and plucked a cherry tomato.

Then, spontaneously, she remembered that Arashiyama-senpai was still there. Most of the people in her own year had gotten used to her little idiosyncrasies after a full year dealing with them. But she almost never saw the giant judoka. Suddenly self-conscious, instead of popping the tomato into her mouth she let it roll idly around on her palm and lowered her voice a bit. Most of the Transfer Student Inquisition had departed by now, scattered by Arashiyama-senpai, and gone to eat their own lunches, whether on their desks or in the cafeteria. But the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass Suzuka on her first day back.

"Anyway, there's nothing that makes me happier than people enjoying my cooking. Go on, eat up."

With that said, she finally turned to face the upperclassman directly, giving her as genuine a smile as she dared as she clutched a nervous hand surreptitiously on her sleeve. "Thank you for stepping in, senpai. I apologize for not greeting you before. What brings you here?"

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

I figured that maybe it'd be better to wait for The Boys(tm) but yeah I can whip up a Mika for sure.

The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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There was a long, awkward silence after AJ broke down, or at least that's how SHin-ae saw it.

Although Shin-ae hadn't exactly wanted her anywhere near her scrape, she had to admit that she'd cleaned it up fine. And she'd gotten her violin in the end, so really, everything turned out fine. Until AJ did, in fact, start crying. Shin-ae wasn't exactly sure how to respond to it, she'd never been good with kids, and really, never been good with upset people in general. But Kaitlyn's question was still sitting there, and it seemed like bad form to not answer it at all. Hence the silence. While she waited for some kind of magic to break the impasse--or for an arbitrary length of time that felt 'long enough' after AJ started crying, she busied herself with checking on her instrument.

Running her finger softly along the case--lingering for a moment on the bite mark that Meredith had left there and swallowing heavily--she unlatched it with delicate hands, lifting the violin gingerly out like a glass infant and inspecting it. Nothing was broken. Frets were firm. Strings were still in place. She ran a fingernail softly over them, and the soft strum told her that it was still in tune from playing it last night. Placing it carefully back in its cradle of deep blue velvet, she pulled the bow out next. This was the part she'd worried about the most; it was a thin, delicate piece of equipment, after all. But she needn't have worried. It was still just as intact as it was before. The rosin was still sitting in its nook. She let out a long breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Fine. It was fine.

Another moment passed before she realized that probably more time had passed than was strictly necessary, and became belatedly aware of how awkward the silence was. Replacing the bow and closing the case, she coughed lightly into her hand, then turned to Kaitlyn. "Manhattan, Upper East Side. The whole city basically blew up so I got out as fast as I could."

She tested her leg for a moment, wincing at the still-painful alcohol sting, before standing up and walking slowly and with a light limp over to her fallen bicycle. Even before she thought to kneel down to inspect it, she heaved a long, quiet sigh and searched around on the tarmac. Ah, there it was. Another few feet away, she bent down and picked up the snapped-off left pedal.

A part of her wanted to say something to AJ. She'd liked that bike. But her brain managed to catch up just in time to remind her that yelling at a child who had watched her coach get killed, or at least that's what she could gather happened, would be a horrible thing to do, and would leave her feeling guilty for who knew how long after. The least she could do was to not put her foot that hard in her mouth. Maybe she could find a way to repair it somehow, though that'd mean she'd need to walk it for a while.

Tossing the pedal up and down in her hand a few times, she returned to where she'd been, sitting down again next to her violin and applying as much pressure to the gauze as she dared. She almost opened her mouth to speak, but stifled the impulse at the last moment. She didn't know if she'd already committed a faux pas. It'd probably be better if she stayed quiet for a while.

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

I love this boy so much and I cannot wait for the reunion oh my GOD

The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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Another long groan emerged in response to the woman's inquiry, hand clenched tight around the blood seeping from her leg. After the groan petered out, Shin-ae's eyes finally opened just in time to see the lacrosse warrior rushing at her. She jerked back, wide eyes wary, though the effect was reduced somewhat by the wince. It took her a moment to realize that the crosse was lying forgotten on the ground now, and the rush had been to crouch down beside her and ask frantically if she was okay.

Well, that made a nice change.

Shin-ae gasped a few more times until the breath finally caught in her throat. "Shin-ae," she rasped. "I'm Shin-ae." A moment passed as she tried to formulate something to say to the two of them. She could partially forgive AJ for taking a swing at her, she thought, given the state of things, but she couldn't deny that it certainly didn't endear her, especially after--

She jerked upright, leg wound forgotten, as she realized that her backpack was feeling significantly lighter than usual. Glancing frantically around, she caught sight of her violin case lying eight or nine feet away. Still latched, still shut tight; the padding would've kept it safe. Hopefully, at least, she'd never let it go flying like that. She let out a long breath from her newly-functional lungs and made to stand up--and then suddenly remembered she was bleeding. She gave AJ a long look from the corner of her eyes. Frankly, she trusted Kaitlyn more with her knee if she was going to trust anyone. Completely disregarding the fact that she smacked Shin-ae off of her bike, a panicky teenager was the last person she wanted to let near an injury.

"AJ, yes?" Her voice was tight, shot through with anxiety, suspicion, and pain. She tilted her head to the side, indicating where the case was lying on the ground. "can you get my violin for me?" With any luck that would keep the girl at arm's length. Almost as an afterthought, she looked back to Kaitlyn and finally removed the hand from her knee. It wasn't a severed wound or anything, it wouldn't be crippling or life-threatening. But it was pretty bad, as scrapes went, and she hissed in a tight breath as the adrenaline from the tumble and the endorphins from the long bike ride started to run down and the pain intensified.

It took her that far to realize the implications of what AJ had said, and a queasy look painted her face. "Wait, does that mean--" Did that mean that it had gotten out of Manhattan already?

Umbra Rose Condos

Oh my grammar messed up haha ha haha. The apartment fell through, figuratively. And possibly literally, because there was a MASSIVE HOUSE FIRE. So now I need to search up another place before everything in the area fills up.

Umbra Rose Condos

Once more, as usual, I'm really sorry for the delay. The apartment I'd fucking FELL THROUGH and I'm about to lose my FUCKING MIND so it's been a bit sorry haha, I'll have one up soon.