Pirouette

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Miyako

Resolution - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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With the focus of the conversation drifting slightly away from Mi at the moment, she took the opportunity to wipe her cheeks and attempt to recover herself mentally. From her experience, albeit limited for this particular scenario, her next words were crucial to survival. Although it might be tough to actually convince the others to spare Mi and let her go, sometimes all she needed was to stall long enough to make an escape. The only case that it came down to this was the latter as Mi was stuck severely wounded by that Vatican agent. Surviving that night had changed Mi after that. It was the moment she convinced herself to devote her eating habits to be a full Kakuja and ever since, she regretted it. She had almost no control at times and the only counter she had was just to avoid certain situations, which was almost impossible to do as a Ghoul. At the moment, Mi's captors didn't know anything about her, and they were going to ask, so Mi had to be ready to explain herself. To explain all of it.

Takumi's wild waving broke her out of her thoughts and she focused in on him. It was bewildering to hear his calm, patient questions despite only minutes ago they were at each others' throats. Not only that, he asked if she were alright first, to which Mi nodded showing a bit of apprehension about all of his initial questions. It was rare for her to encounter someone with sincere kindness but Takumi was pretty convincing at the moment. He spared her, fed her, and saved her again. Still, Mi was about to trust some stranger right after a first meeting, especially after the one they just had.. However, there was definitely a kindling of something in Mi that put her slightly at ease, bordering happiness even, that it was him talking to her.

Miyako gingerly repositioned herself up so she was sitting upright against the wall. Smoke continued to escape out her wounds but the volume had decreased noticeably enough. Her right arm was still broken, maybe something that would have to be set later, but she could still move her fingers as she swirled them around in the pool of her own blood. One whole side of her body was still sticky with wet blood but she didn't notice, nor care at the moment. Instead, her eyes dropped to watch her fingers swirl as she tried to think of how to respond to Takumi. What did she want here? Information, but how would that look if she tried to explain she just lost control when she just wanted to ask a question? Not good.

"I have just returned from overseas. I didn't want trouble but I was just hungry and my Kakuja doesn't like that." Partially true. Mi had arrived only two days ago and she hasn't really eaten a human since she arrived but she did take a few bites out of those Ghouls from last night, but it was true that hunger did encourage her Kakuja. "I just wanted to find help so I followed a Ghoul here." Her eyes lifted to meet Itsuki's. Now with her no longer dying, she could focus again. His scent, his Rinkaku. That was definitely the Ghoul her Kakuja fought last night. "I didn't want to sneak in so came in during the day. I didn't know humans were running in and out of here, too..." Mi sort of let herself trail off there. It probably wouldn't be good to explain that just the smell of humans could trigger her Kakuja. "But I didn't harm any of them down there! I came up here to find other Ghouls first!", Mi quickly added figuring this was important to establish that she was capable of control. If Mi were to be honest, she was surprised that her Kakuja didn't just lash out and eat all those people. A clinic might be the worst place for her to be as the smell of humans and their injuries was just ripe. However, the smell didn't permeate much up here. In fact, the only reason she snapped was... Her eyes lift Itsuki and went to Takumi. He wasn't a full Ghoul. His one-eye and the smell of human on him... Now Mi felt a guilty that she was psuedo-blaming him and for the previous thoughts of eating his probably delicious flesh....

"Things to avoid? Fighting. My Kakuja likes it. Otherwise as long as I'm fed a lot. I'll be fine." A lie. There were plenty of triggers for her Kakuja but she couldn't admit that. Wait. What did that question mean and further, what did her answer imply? Was she going to be kept here? Did she actually want to stay here? Judging from how quick was to answer, it seemed like it, didn't it? [color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry... about everything, including the children." Mi glanced over to the younger ones, obviously the children implied. To be honest, she, personally, didn't care that much about them but she felt like owed it to the others, especially Takumi, to care enough. Her eyes scanned each person present. What was going to come next, she wondered. "My name is Miyako. I hope I can be forgiven.." This last bit kind of sounded out of no where, but it was really an attempt to sell herself in a way. It was like the whole adage where if you name something, you are more hesitant to kill it. Although Mi had doubted she wasn't going to killed, there was still a risk of her being subjected to some more nefarious things, in which case, she hoped to avoid that.

Home for the Supernatural

<Snipped quote by Pirouette>

I... had to look this up. I hadn't realized that was a movie. But my goal was to have all adults, otherwise it'd be a bit odd to have someone's parents let them go live with a bunch of strangers. Especially a human with supernatural beings.

@FallingSkies

Not live at the house though. Visit. She'd be part time for the most part. In fact, a big plot point setup for me, was the overloomimg conflict of Marie potentially leaving Independence due to her mother.

Anyway, I originally thought of and planned for both Marie and Emmy, and only planned/wanted to do both. I believe both compliment each other in expression and having both would be my preference to play. As such, I'm kind of only excited to play with both characters. Scrap Marie, not interested anymore. So if Marie can't strictly be approved, then I'm not interested in joining anymore. Your call, ultimately though.

Home for the Supernatural

@FallingSkies

But the My Neighbor Totoro inspiration...

I mean if you add up both ages and average them...

Home for the Supernatural

My Neighbor Emmy

Marie and Emmy

Name Emile (official name provided by Marie)
Nickname Called Emmy by Marie-Laure
Age Approximately fifty thousands years old
Race Stone Golem
Emmy is, at his base, is entirely made of stone but due to living in more lush environments as of late, it has become overgrown with bark-like vines and healthy greenery. Its height is stunted, measuring just about six feet from hunch to toe (as Emmy's head isn't the tallest point). In Emmy's chest lies a purple jewel that is Emmy's life energy. It emits so much power that the greenery that has taken root into Emmy's stone is capable of sustaining the plants even through some milder winters.

Personality
You'll find that Emmy is quite the quiet type... It is unable to speak and instead relies on his slow, gentle expressions in order to express itself. Interaction with it should be done about with simple words or expressions in order to best interact with it. Despite the inability to talk, Emmy can be pretty expressive through his actions. It is fairly timid to meeting new people or being introduced to new experiences. Parallel to that, it is not very intelligent with something akin to a young child's curious mind but without the creativity to go with it. However, it is capable of learning, albeit a bit slowly, and even more impressive, it does have a very strong memory capable of remembering even the slightest detail for millennia, possibly.

Likes

✓ Marie-Laure
✓ Living Things (plants, people, animals, etc)
✓

Dislikes

✗ Mortality (not itself but more for other creatures, people, etc)
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Bio/History
Emmy's rock was probably first conjured from the earth's crust around 55 million years ago as it originally comes from the Himalayan Mountains so one could consider that its birthplace. However, it was just a large boulder in the mountains for most of its existence until something breathed life into those lifeless rocks. There are a number of potential supernatural beings that could have brought life into Emmy but none so far have claimed responsibility for its creation yet. In fact, the only remnant of Emmy's creator is a small pulsating diamond within Emmy, approximately at its center of mass. Surprisingly, Emmy is aware of its stone heart and understands its importance, even so far to associate the diamond with the lush greenery growing around. Whatever the case, the diamond does emit a mystical power to bring Emmy to life and without it, Emmy would probably cease.

Other
Marie-Laure is a neighborhood kid that lives near the Supernatural house in Independence. At the start of the RP, I'll establish that Emmy has been there for some time before the other supernaturals moved in. Since he is basically a giant rock with no care necessary, the relocation program would probably just pick him up and drop him off shortly after acquiring the house, especially considering he is just going to be outside. So imagine Emmy living there for a week or two before the others arrive. During that time, Marie would have probably crept around the house as rumors would likely be a buzz about supernaturals moving in, so naturally, a child would probably investigate. Marie meets Emmy, calls him Emmy and so Emmy has his name. I'll play both characters seeing as Emmy doesn't do much on his own anyway. Plus, we need a human somewhere. Anyway~

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Name Marie-Laure LeBlanc
Nickname Marie
Age 13 Years Old
Race Human

Personality
The best way to sum up Marie is that she is inquisitive, intelligent, and adventurous with fear being a foreign concept to her. Despite her positive nature, she is a bit reclusive, often getting lost in her own thoughts and inquiries. This makes things a bit difficult befriending new people and as a result, Marie spends most of her time on her own, although she doesn't seem to bothered by it. She spends most of her time accompanying her father at the museum to satisfy her natural curiosity.

Likes

✓ Emmy
✓ Her parents
✓ The Museum

Dislikes

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Bio/History
Marie-Laure is a native Parisian with her father being entirely French while her mother is entirely American. Marie had lived her first ten years of her life in Paris before they moved to Independence to be closer to Marie's mother's family, who at the time had a sick sister. They quickly got comfortable in the States and eventually decided to stay. For the next three years, they mostly lived in peace. Marie's mother started teaching at the local christian school and Marie's father got a job at the local museum, which quickly became Marie's favorite place in town. With the recent announcement of supernatural beings moving down the street, Marie's mother is a bit apprehensive about staying due to her more conservative, religious mindset. With the threat of leaving looming, Marie had to see what the fuss was about it. After all, not many get to see a supernatural being up close.

Pokémon: Start

Yea... This other RP that I'm in is probably to blame. Really slow but I love it to death! So I really make the effort for that one when I need to post and everything else just kind of gets lumped into that schedule. But I can't do that here or elsewhere because I'll be left behind! o.O

Anyway, hopefully with school I'll just kind of be more up to a regular schedule so writing might come easier when I'm trying to avoid homework.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Miyako

The Brink - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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Images would fade in and out of focus as Miyako's eyelids drooped before being forced back with a sudden pained gasp of another breath, a reminder that Mi was, amazingly, still living. Little things kept her going, kept her awake, as Mi focused on the tattered pajama wearer pluck away at Mi's inners but unlike before, the movements had a grace and delicacy. Although given Mi's current state, she wasn't really sure if Pajama was helping or finishing what she started as Mi didn't really have much feeling elsewhere in her body at the moment. It was just her mind, drifting along a turbulent sea slowly being washed away from everyone and everything else.

The man, Takumi, seemingly vanished the next moment Mi became aware enough to scan everyone gathered. New faces appeared, it seemed. They were younger, in fact, Mi seemed to pull memories of their terrified faces to overlap the present visages in her delusion state. A reminder, perhaps, that she, at one point, was going to kill them but not anymore. Realization hit Mi at that moment and for brief second, her looked relieved, happy almost. Her Kakuja had failed. Nobody but her was laying on the ground, dead or dying, but Mi herself. A remarkable failure that Mi had never figured and she was glad.

Another wave of disorientation swept over Mi before she came to again and noticed that Takumi had returned. Takumi, she remembered she had heard the Rinkaku mention the name earlier, somehow. Mi watched him, his words but a inaudible mumble to Mi's ears, as he passed something to Pajamas. Mi didn't even feel Pajama's hands leave as the other Ukaku did something with the new equipment. It was a blur but smoke was distinguishable. W-was the Pajama healing from that? W-was Mi next? She had to be. That was the stuff Takumi had acquired which meant Pajama was helping, right?

Mi's mind drifted a bit, not noticing at first that the labeled "Ghoul Battle Potion" was being poured all across her wounds, encouraging her Ghoul physiology to rapidly heal. It was only when that miraculous liquid was poured down into her mouth that she suddenly felt a surge of life. Mi's eyes fluttered as she took a big gasp of fresh breath, as if being startled from deep sleep. Her mind flushed with stimulus and her eyes quickly darted around with a new vigor taking everything in. Deep, panicked breaths pulsed from her stunned mouth. She was definitely supposed to be dead but here she was, alive and healing. It was a very surreal experience.

However Mi calmed as a wave of pain from her injures worked there way back into feeling within the nervous system. Mi choked on a gak of pain as her body clenched tight. She hardly noticed that Pajama was talking to her now, but she kept a careful eye open, watching the others around her.

"You saved me...", Miyako muttered, sounding a bit in disbelief. She was trembling slightly, not from fear but just from the sheer shock and agony still present in her body although her wounds were quickly healing from the inside out. Tears welled up on the on her bottom eyelid. "I..I don't know...", Mi started but was interrupted by a sob but she steeled herself just enough to plead. "I didn't want...!", but again she was stopped short of her quiet sobs. This time she didn't continue as she raised her good arm to attempt to wipe her eyes. It was at this point she realized that some of her Kakuja armor still covered herself, although some of it had since crumbled away (her other arm) or been removed (Her mask), so she just ended up covering her eyes with her armored hand.

Pokémon: Start

I really need to post more than once a month. :/

Pokémon: Start

❄Erika Olson❄

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Sno had succeeded in her second attempt at Powdered Sno, which was encouraging for Erika. Venonat had to be feeling the effects at this point, right? Ice versus Bug. It should be an easy win, Erika just had to keep letting Sno chip away at Venonat. "Nice work Sno! Keep it up! Hit Venonat with another!" Erika shouted with a an intense vigor, clenching her fists tight from the tensity of her first battle.

Sno stumbled around trying to find a footing in her confusion, which made Erika, understandably, nervous. However, Erika had estimated that Sno was doing alright despite the confusion. Even if she failed to usher snow from under her coat and took Venonat's tackle, Sno would probably still be okay. Assuming a failure, the pressure would be on for Sno and Erika as Venonat would have finally closed the distance for its more physical attacks.

Oh, Erika couldn't look. A lot was riding on this next attack. A point blank flurry of snow could really do Venonat in, Erika hoped, but she didn't really know.

The Order of the White Lily

Zhang's fingers tapped impatiently against the wooden table as she leaned up against her other arm, watching the patrons of the guild shuffle about their business. Apparently, this was the best opportunity for people of particular talents to earn money but with Zhang being a new arrival, she wasn't so sure this was for her. The contracts listed as of this morning were basic, trivial. There was well enough pay in some of them but if Zhang was honest with herself, money was never really her ambition.

So what was?

That was a question that Zhang couldn't really answer at the moment. At times she felt a real hunger for power, as in the ability to instruct and command once again. Perhaps she was her father's child after all? Ah, who was she kidding, she needed to go back to the army. Return to barking orders to the young, again. It was a shame that they wouldn't take her back, even though she tried. She was just considered to be too old. Perhaps if she were a man, she might have been able to go longer but her commanding office outlined Zhang's situation clearly, even though she didn't want to listen. Zhang was rapidly approaching the end of her fertility and as daughter of an elder, she did have a responsibility to bear a child for his dynasty. Unfortunately, Zhang didn't want to settle down now and yearned to see the world. Wanderlusted, she might never return...

But now wasn't the time to think about that. Even though she wasn't motivated by it, she needed money as her severance pay (as well as a nice sum of pay sent back home throughout her years) was waiting for her back home. However, she didn't want to return home so she had to take those trivial jobs to keep her going. Thankfully, she got her choice but she was going to wait it out for just the right....

Zhang's head perked up when she overheard the conversation between Athena and another concerning the wolf assignment (she was sitting close by). It was one of the assignments she was considering and had mentioned it to the Guild reception earlier. This was probably the time to chime in, especially as second man was coming forth and volunteering.

"Ai yah... Athena, I'll be taking a third spot on Merchant Franklin's assignment." Zhang hollered as she rose to her feet and walked the short distance to the two men gathered. "We are in together, yes?" Zhang asked the two of them in a sort of roundabout way of asking if they were okay with the group.

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink Soon...

Tomorrowish, probably.

Edit: Then again... I'm so far behind. ;_;