PlatinumSkink

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

Whelp. Okay, understood. Don't write like that, no matter the mental state at the time. Haha.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Currently doing that phone-call over PMs because faster conversation without cluttering.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Wisp

Sheila Hopkins

Rocker Warehouse

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… They knew her gender. It wasn’t a major thing, but it was a detail to note. From where? Shatterpoint seeing her and distinguishing from her form? From information that had been left behind from the time of her trigger? If the latter, it meant they also knew her identity. However, if they knew her place of residence, it wasn’t impossible someone had been spying inside where she didn’t hide. That would mean they knew Viola as well. … They might have followed Speedrunner, and just happened to come across Wisp while doing so. Wisp put this information on her mind as she listened. Unfortunately, it seemed she only caught the latter part of the conversation.

From the door, even if she could turn light to look inside, there wasn’t really a way for Wisp to peek at what Shatterpoint was doing. … Or was there? Focusing on her powers in a way she hadn’t thought of before, she attempted gathering the photons she was receiving from the desk, from more than one second, and attempted recreating a magnified image in her eyes to watch. Of papers and potentially the light from the computer if she could grab enough indirect light to create an image for herself.

… She hadn’t thought of doing that before. Could this be used to watch things from all around… in a much more detailed fashion? Light bounces on walls. All the walls in the whole world could be her mirrors… … … … No, she was getting ahead of herself. Even if she theoretically could do it, she didn’t know where to possibly start gathering such an image from all the light she was collecting. Also, compounding theoretical images was a good way of getting false positives. Back to the matter at hand.

Shatterpoint. The person who could theoretically see her. Wisp inspected him while leaning to the wall allowing the grunts to pass by her. The question remained. Can he see her? … This would do for a test. It wasn’t a guarantee that the future would allow for a better time, and at such a time perhaps she’d rather not be seen. This time, she was somewhat okay with potentially being seen. She took a silent breath, and then stepped into the doorway.

Wisp kept very careful watch on Shatterpoint for any sign that he saw her. She had only stepped into the doorway and stopped, intending to not be hostile but surely in control. She crossed her arms, standing and waiting in full view, waiting to see if Shatterpoint could see her. Even if he pretended not to see her, she was looking out for any movement that looked like he saw her. He could react quite a few different ways, not all of them positive.

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IF… he gave an indication that he could see her, she’d give him a bit of a message, in the shape of white letters of light floating in the air.

that wasn’t the message i gave them
not that i expected their accuracy
should i be talking to you or ceramix?

She’d be standing still with her arms crossed as she told, hoping to give an atmosphere of confidence. In truth, she wasn’t really, she felt exposed. But, he couldn’t see her expression, she hoped.

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IF… he didn’t. If he couldn’t see her. Then Wisp would lightly tread into the room, careful to not make any sound, and more directly spy on the contents of the desk and computer. It’d occur to her, this is a registered villain with no way to see her. If she could see any holes in that armor, she could… she could stab him. The world would be a better place. Eh. In any case. He was typing at his computer, wasn’t he? … Eh. Let’s do this.

She’d move within a meter of his eyes, hopefully diagonally behind his desk, and do her thing. She’d take the colors from the computer screen, and suddenly, it’d appear to Shatterpoint that instead of the words he intended to write, the letters he wrote on the computer became

i don’t really appreciate house calls from thugs

She’d adjust the number of letters to the number he wrote, and come up with more to say if he kept writing. She was honestly just playing with his eyes, if he went away from her range the computer would revert to what he had actually written for him. Not that she’d let him. She’d take steps to make sure he was within her range, unless he somehow swung for her. Then she’d dodge.

Edit: Though, if he used the computer to reply to her for whatever reason, she'd allow that message to show on the screen.

_@Eklispe

Pokémon: Start

@Rune_Alchemist Nicely posted. Excited, aren't you. Laurinda's feeling used. Haha. Anyways, yupp.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

@Bright_Ops I'll note that my goals and Amelie's goals will not be one and the same, and I'll be making my decisions based on both. Like, Amelie definitely wants to live. I mean, I kind of want her to live too, but unlike Amelie I'm okay with if she dies for the sake of overcoming the hazard. Haha.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

... That isn't really my intentions with my participation in this roleplay. XD

But noted. Haha.

Pokémon: Start

@Joshua Tamashii Acknowledged, haha.

@Pikmin Eye I knew it would happen one day. When I am writing a post at 2 AM sounds like a good place to start. Haaaaaah. Edited.

And nicely posted. Yupp, that's a reasonable cause of action. Haha.

Pokémon: Start

@Rune_Alchemist How it should be, I suppose. XD

@Joshua Tamashii ... Oooh. Teh-heh. Alright. Yupp. Okay. I'm curious where you'll take this. Nicely posted. ... Hmmm.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

@Bright_Ops Teh-heh. Nice. Also, I find Fortune finding Amelie cute to be cute. Too bad about the percent chance of death going ahead. Haha.

... And I told myself I'd make a small post. Oh, well. Heh. Hopefully, I didn't make any catastrophic mistakes due to writing in the middle of the night because I wanted to have that post out before tomorrow...

The Final Hazard

Amelie blinked in confusion at the amount of effort it took to redirect the man’s limbs. What…? She had perfected that magic. … Okay, perhaps not perfected, but she’d mastered her strain well enough to be confident in her results. Why was this taking such effort? … Regardless, she forced her mind into working the magic and held him in place, breathing a bit heavily as she did.

When Fortune asked her if she was alright, she nodded quite quickly. ‘I’m alright…’ She said. A bit shaken, mentally, but physically alright. Then the knight turned to yell at the two people, and Amelie shivered a bit at his tone. But, it seemed to be on her side, so she bit it together and listened. Okay, so she was to be under his protection. … She could get behind that.

The male knight Amelie had captured turned talkative when Luca and Fortune had spoken. They were told about five passengers, and their spotters had not seen her or the archer enter. Amelie figured out why immediately. She had materialized in the limo after Penny sent her here, to a world where she would be executed immediately due to this. She almost had to admire Penny’s precision in choosing such an intricate method of killing her indirectly. She could have just dumped her in the open ocean or something, but guess that wasn’t as fun…

It would be hard answering his questions truthfully. What if this world didn’t have teleporting or similar? Amelie considered her reply… At the same time, if that was why Amelie had been undetected, what did that mean about the archer? Had he also been transported across dimensions or something to get into the limo? That felt awfully coincidental…

The woman with the injured shoulder came out to her while the girl was still considering. While Amelie might look a bit odd, keeping her eyes fixed on the male knight at all times despite being talked to at all times since she had to continue being aware of his every move, she smiled at her pleasantness.

‘I’m unhurt. Spare clothes would be wonderful. Thank you.’ She said, accepting the blanket with a few fingers while the others still held her shirt… Though she wouldn’t use it instantly. Not right now. She still used both her hands to hold her shirt, and she felt way too embarrassed to try to pull it off right now due to the lack of proper clothing underneath, even with a blanket to hide behind. As for the matter at hand…

‘No more death sounds nice.’ She’d comment upon Andy’s suggestion, though didn’t lower her field. She did, though, feel a need to explain one thing that the male knight had asked.

‘… I was transported into the limo by powerful one-way magic that was not my own.’ So much was not a lie. ‘I was sent to accompany Sir Fortune and the others on their journey in case of obstacles.’ … And that was complete falsehood, as far as Amelie knew. Penny likely had just sent her to a place where she knew the police would shoot her down. ‘The decision was made in a hurry, I was sent in last second, directly into the limo…’ That sounded implausible, even to Amelie. Yet, it was all she had and it had already left her mouth. She shut up after that, hoping that she hadn’t killed herself, somehow.

_{‘I am Amelie, the “Lost Child”. Magician.’} She whispered to those close enough to hear her, in case they could use her name to back up her story or something. Those closest right now would be at the very least Fortune and Ariett, possibly a few more, but she’d keep her voice down enough that the knights would not hear her. Hopefully.

She was still holding the male knight in place. Hopefully they’d follow Andy and Luca’s commands. If they responded positively, then Amelie’d slowly stop using her powers on the male knight’s movements to allow him to actually do what he promised. And here’s a reminder that the Redirection Orb is not invisible, it’s fairly visible due to just slightly distorted light in the area of the orb, though it could still be clearly seen through. It was just currently surrounding the knight, pretty obvious something was being done there.