LovelyAnastasia

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Tomo tilted her head slightly at the sound of a broken voice and something a bit more muted near that voice. It was an electronic male's voice, more like that of a computer talking. Perhaps he was mute then, or simply did not wish to talk. It was only guess work, but after doing it for all her life, she found she was pretty good at guess work. The dollish girl couldn't help but let a small smile pass her face, her dark hair falling neatly behind her in soft waves. She had heard someone at the rooftop doors and he said he was in her class. So he must of heard her irritate the teacher as well. Tomo smiled, her hands neatly in her lap, her ankles crossed as she leaned against the wall.

"Pleased to meet you, Todoroki-san," her soft, sweet voice said pleasantly, her head dipping slightly in something that resembled a bow-like greeting, "No need to think you may have upset me. I'm tougher than you may think, as most of us are." She smiled, just happy for the company, since it appeared he was not here to tell on her or try to drag her back to class. Making a gesture to the cool concrete beside her, she offered for him to sit next to her, though she could not see whether he would accept of decline.

"I was just enjoying the afternoon sunshine and shade," she said with a bit of a wistful sigh, "It's a shame that most people forget to do so, don't you think? They coop themselves up in little boxes with windows and think that nothing could be more pleasant... It's all a shame really..." She let out a small laugh and waved her ramblings away. "Pardon me, it's just I have not much experience in talking with classmates," she smiled in the direction she guessed he would be in, "Todoroki-san, would you sit with me? It's only the first day anyway. They'd rather us demonstrate what we already know, than teach us anything. Of course... if you are like me, it gets a bit tiresome... giving them a good show..."

X-Men: The Divided

It hurts but in a weird kind of way. Since Asha is like the product of a lightbulb and Aya is the electric generator, she can convert a small amount of it into her her own UV radiation, but the rest of it is too untamed and differently coded. If takes in too much light bulb goes pop, but if she focuses on regulating it she can burn brighter. Still stings though, but with her body use to being physically abused she can control her emotional reaction to it well.

That and she was bluffing for some of that talk, just to unleash some of her own frustration

Yeeeeah, I usually play mega warrior women... So my cute characters can get a bit...like that... sometimes

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Well, my character is always free for interaction.

X-Men: The Divided

Didn't know how to deal with the situation either, so I ended up reverting to my usual way of writing a character's reaction. It clashes with her original personality a bit, but it also rounds her out more and makes her more interesting to play.

As for Aya, she does seem to have extreme high and low moments as well as something a kin to delusions of some sort.

X-Men: The Divided

Asha had tried reason, and obviously this girl was in too much of a rage to see any of it. She was not surprised that the barely sane girl had done something to warrant a legal retribution as harsh as the death penalty. But then again most of the X-Men were like that too. She thought she was special just because she was a little off her rocker and had a bad past?

"Cry me a river, you big baby," she huffed, tilting her head to the side shooting them further up into the sky, where she could absorb more starlight. She hoped the cold made the other girl tremble and shiver her way back into sanity. "As IF you're the only one with a bad past stained in blood. Just because you can zap people doesn't make you any different from the rest of us at school." She twisted them in the air.

Her shimmering eyes slide coldly down to the other girl, looking at her laughing for only a moment. Gods she was tempted to roll her eyes. Leave it to Asha to try to help a crazy person. She let out a small huff. Now how would be the best way to bring her out of this loco coco talk? "I meant fix your brain, but whatever," she muttered under her breath, "Like you're so damn special just because you're wacked and have done wacking. As if the older, and even some of the younger, X-Men aren't in the same frigging boat, Sparky." She did crack a small smile at being called a nightlight though. She wasn't totally devoid of a sense of humor.

"Yes, I seriously flew a suicidal, psychopathic, perpetual electric generator up into the sky, but that was with the intention of killing you unless you got a grip," she smirked drily, "However from this height, the cold air and fall alone could do the job there, Sparks." She couldn't believe she was actually starting to find this all a bit humorous. But this was the first good thing in her life and Ms Electricity here wasn't going to ruin it. That dark spot in her heart would not allow it. And if Zingy here did happen to slip from her grip, people would think it suicide anyway. Just look at her room. Asha wondered if she was really this desperate to save a spot in her new home. Wasn't she usually a passivist? Yet when this girl argued for death, that part of her mind still locked up and tortured in darkness just wanted to comply.

She didn't flinch when Aya clawed her way up and put her face close to hers. In fact he face looked a bit dead pan. It was an expression she had long been in control of. Thank you Daddy Dearest. She tilted her head to the side and stared right back at the raving girl. "You do realize you'd be the only one to die," she shot right back, the ghost of smirk on her lips, "UV ray chick, right here. I'd just be charged up like a battery, since we are no longer over the lake. Take a look for yourself, Sparks." Looking down they were much higher than before. Much, much higher. It was only Asha's radiating heat and Sparky's natural electric warmth that was keeping either of them alive. The wind had made they drift farther from the manor too. They were over the vast landscape of trees now.

Raising a brow, she tilted her head to the side. "Of course, I might die," she shrugged, "I haven't tried this kind of death yet...." Looking back at the other girl with an almost bored expression, she shrugged a bit. "I'm starting to think you're always offensive, dear," she looked back at the other girl warily, wondering what she was trying to pull now. Looking down at the other girl, she found she was indeed naked. Just like how every other girl looked naked too... Why was she hoping that Aya looked more interesting when naked? Maybe because she was starting to think that there was no way she and Aya were going to get along? Or was it more like one of those freinemy things? Friend-enemy? Asha honestly didn't know. The other girl switched flips so often, it was sort of hard to tell what was going on in her head. And why were her hands still tingling to just drop her?

Weird. Whatever. She was getting something a kin to sunburnt from this Electric Slide already. "Hold on," she hesitated but looked forwards, "Or don't. You'll get down either way." She smirked but gripped the girl tighter and shot forward through the biting cold air. Maybe the cold would shock her out of this weirdness. It could do them both some good, if that was the case. Like a shooting star she crossed over the sky with Miss Sparks in her unusually strong grip, sailing through the sky back over to the mansion. With a dry smirk, she shot straight down, like a hawk doing a suicide dive. But once they got a few yards from the roof of the school she stopped midair. She had to tighten her grip on Aya's body though, since the laws of physic were still at play.

Landing in the courtyard of the manor, not really caring who saw, she set the naked girl down and set herself on the ground as well. Her ever changing hair still floated up around her head though. She looked just as innocent as she had before. Asha was a bit odd, much like most of them were. But what happened in the sky could stay in the sky, if Aya had enough sense about her. But then again everyone sort of saw her as coocoo for coco puffs anyway...

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

*crosses arms* Well, I hope it's soon.

X-Men: The Divided

Ah, sorry.... It must of been a bad post then. I could delete it if you like. Maybe John could save Aya then?

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Arren's cold green eyes slide over to the more polite man, who offered his services up just in case he ever needed him. Those green eyes became a bit warmer and the ghost of a smile crossed his half visible face. At least this man had enough sense to know how infuriating it was to have someone barge in and so rudely take control of such a small place. Especially when it wasn't theirs to take. Arren's head tilted to the side and down a bit, in a sort of somber recognition of the other man's words.

"Aye," his soft raspy voice murmured, "Thanks."

With everyone out of the small space he felt so much more at ease than usual. Leaning back he continued to peel apples, the soft smell of food swirling around in a kind of comforting way. Arren wasn't a noble any more. He was a cook on a pirate ship. But he commanded his space and would only yield to the Captain. People should ask before taking in the kitchen. They had many men to feed and greedy little lairds who thought they could have whatever they like would not be tolerated. You steal something from the kitchen, you'd pay for it, one way or the other. They had a ration schedule to keep.

Speaking of which, he'd have to look it over and make adjustments so it would fit for the amount of food per person. Bringing up the record book, he skimmed through. Laughable. Hardly even kept up right. Leave it to pirates to keep a bad schedule of rations on the high seas were they could go untitled amount of days without food or water. With a sigh, he started to work the numbers as he prepped for the next day's breakfast. Any hole in the workings, he'd find and fix them one way or another. They'd have to know how much they would need to restock at their next docking, even if that was a bit ways away. He just had to concentrate.... Humming a soft tuneless tune, his hands worked away as his mind followed suit.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Tomorrow is the last day on finals for me~ So I'll be on more too, I think

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

He is a character who stirs the pot. They are always the fun kind. *bows* And thank yee. I've been waiting all week to post a reply to Vance and get to play more with Arren's twisted noble personality.