Birb Scream In Morning As Battery Replacement Alarm Because Birb Not Real.
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3 yrs ago
Fighting Vagrants Behind Dennys Over Pancake @ 11PM Tonight As Birb.
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3 yrs ago
BE like bird. Wake in morning. SCREAM at sun. SHIT on enemy.
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4 yrs ago
Girl is like bird. DO approach calmly. DO greet kindly. DO offer cornchip.
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Bio
An absolute WILDCARD of an RPer
(apparently) Due to sudden and multiple very lengthy hiatus periods, please assume I don't remember who you are but, I probably think your name is familiar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ U T R A X is a being that likes to Type Words on the INTERNET.
Initiating Communication_ //Frequency Loop: Good //Self-Test: Good //SVS: ERROR_ Unable To Locate GPS Searching For Signal_
For those that knew of 78's existence, they knew that the Cyborg had a routine. There were times and places that the 78 could be found in, though none knew why they were there nor what they were doing exactly. This was one of those times. More than a few people in the rations line turned their heads toward a small side-street when the time came, their expectant eyes scanning for motion, for they could hear the whirring and soft scraping already.
No, it wasn't the fact that it was loud that helped them hear it, more that it was familiar, distinctive, and just loud enough to pick out from the din of the crowd. When the triad of softly glowing lights appeared at the end of the shadowy side street, a few people began to shuffle about as if getting into formation. With a sigh, a pudgy pink man put an arm around his daughter, and gently moved her along, mumbling, "About that time again." "Daddy, what do you think it's doing?" Asked the girl. "Hell if you'll see me askin' it. Jus' stay out the way."
Guardian 78 marched toward the crowd purposefully with mechanical smoothness. A small divide had formed in the crowd, more or less a straight line, that led to something of a clear pocket in the group. 78 usually marched through the line, past the people, uncaring of who they bumped into or what they stepped on. But of course, this was another one of those days that 78 bumped into someone that didn't know the routine. This particular Someone stood in the fairly empty space the crowd had vacated, equal parts oblivious and defiant. He was a man of the light haired and sturdy variety, that looked to be more mass and muscle than common sense, and he did nothing to prove the assumption wrong. 78 came shoulder to shoulder with the man, nearly toppling him.
"What the--" shouted the startled man, "Useless hunk of trash-- hey!" 78 stopped where they stood as the man had moved to block their path. It seemed he was the type looking for any excuse to fight. Such a sentiment was understandable, due to the fact they were all caged like animals, most forced to labor, and people were generally too stressed to properly function. This man, in his "last straw" form of fury, decided to take his aggression out on 78, as an act of foolishness or perhaps bravery. With two hands forward, he gave 78 a shove and two things happened then. First, a few people in the crowd turned their attention toward the brewing conflict, then made sure to spread out further away from it. Second, the man only succeeded in pushing himself back and away from 78, making himself look rather silly, as 78 proved to be as unmovable as a wall in that moment.
78 beeped a low tone twice at the bewildered and suddenly red-faced gentleman. 78's head tilted slightly to the side and they played a recording of the man's voice back, "Useless hunk of trash." His eyes widened and once more he heard himself, through the Cyborg's audio, "Useless hunk of trash." As suddenly sweating man retreated a step, 78 played the audio more slowly, then louder, then a third time with a spliced in audio clip-- "Useless hunk of--SS%Z##Z&ZZT-- Meat."
Hello! If you have any space in this RP, I'd like to join. Here is my CS for review! Thank you for your time.
Name Antoinette Jackson
Nickname "Ant"
Secret Identity Ambush
Gender Female
Age 24
Date of Birth 7 June
Height 5ft 7in
Weight 130lbs
Appearance Average height, average build, and about as unassuming as they come. Antoinette has tightly coiled black hair that she often braids, twists, or brushes out, depending on the outfit. Her skin is brown, her eyes are dark, and her clothing style can usually be described as relaxed or trendy. She'll often accessorize with bracelets, rings, and necklaces, but none of them have any particular meaning. More often than not her nails are painted professionally with neon colors and designs. There are no serious scars or tattoos on her body, only a few remnants of childhood falls and Parkour jumps that were too short.
Costume
There is nothing special or unique about the Motocross gear. In fact, it's very brightly colored and quite conspicuous. She wears the full set of Motocross armor as well. In addition she wears a black backpack with a 4ft steel pipe attached to it by a couple of strands of cloth tied into knots. Her gear is affordable, durable, and protection enough from the usual low-power villain.
Personality Introverted and extroverted in equal parts. Quiet when she wants to be but loud once comfortable around people. There's an inward sense of loneliness and isolation that keeps Antoinette from interacting more or being "nice". What's the point of making friends when they'll forget you? That being said she's inwardly frustrated and often comes across as rude or curt. She won't hold back insults and is quick to argue when she thinks she's right. Antoinette is used to doing things her way and at her pace, so teamwork is quite difficult, especially when the team tends to forget she's around.
If Antoinette can solve a problem in fewer steps, she most assuredly will, and doesn't care for collateral damage or the "aftermath" of certain decisions. A lot of her actions are taken with the thought in mind that no one will know she did them. Even if she seems perpetually disgruntled, it's simply because she is passionate about nearly everything, and her arguing is because she cares. Despite her aggressive nature, Antoinette is something of an optimist. She will always expect the best of a situation, even though she's experienced catastrophic disappointment in the past. This furious optimism is probably out of spite, at this point.
Backstory Antoinette Jackson is the only child of "The Sahara Shade" and "Meteor", two superheroes that primarily operated in Rwanda. They relocated to America upon the birth of their child, in order to raise her in a more stable situation, and to take a break from violent conflict. She was raised in Bakersfield, California where nothing interesting could or ever happened. Her powers manifested quietly and gently, with her parents suddenly remembering they accidentally left their child at the mall one day, but only after they came home and wondered who's legos were laying around. This prompted her parents into tracing back their pattern of forgetfulness and consulting a powerful telepathic friend who confirmed that, yes, at the age of 8, Antoinette did indeed have a low-power mixture of her parents abilities.
From that day forward, Antoinette was raised with a lot of attention, routine, and extra schooling. Antionette's parents had to both remember their child existed and ensure she understood her powers thoroughly. Those powers developed and mutated over time, leading to more and more vigilance on their part, which caused Antoinette to resent her parents for being extremely overbearing. Because of this however, her parents were successful in helping Antionette use her powers in constructive or helpful ways, despite the fact they could have been used for no-good or subterfuge. Years later when Antoinette began attending College in Suhona, she came to figure out that she didn't even need an alias as a crime fighter, because nobody would ever remember it was her.
Superpowers
Extremely Forgettable // Near Invisibility -- Not a physically manifesting power whatsoever. Ambush possesses the ability to be easily forgotten about, unless one is concentrating specifically on her. She's even able to vanish while standing close to someone-- by causing a distraction that takes their attention away from her, then stepping out of their line of sight-- they find themselves unable to see her, unless highly focused on finding exactly someone that looks like her, but even then people tend to forget what exactly they're looking for. Confusion often results, which causes the effects of, "What was I just doing?" to settle in more. Crowds or groups make her especially forgettable, due to how many others and distractions there are around.
This power even goes so far as to fool mechanical systems in an erroneous fashion-- machines can detect her briefly, lose detection the next moment, then detect her again. Beings with heightened sensory and perception can usually still detect her, unless their senses are overloaded by something else. If she stands still and concentrates, she can even evade those types, but only if she doesn't move and focuses-- which can cause heavy physical and mental exertion on her end.
Unfortunately the longer someone isn't focused on or reminded of her, the less they remember her, unless specifically reminded of instances she was present. Even people with photographs of Ambush can forget who she is. This has made for a lot of very awkward family reunions, as this ability can't be turned off, and years of her absence can cause people to forget she exists entirely. There's a small conspiracy theory discussion board surrounding her existence, she is aware of it and laughing about it.
Cats can see her without question but, who are they going to tell?
Gadgets
"Franklin" the Steel Pipe -- A 4ft pipe, steel, 1.4in diameter, approximately 4.3lbs. An ordinary pipe with a couple of sections wrapped in skateboard grip tape. Looks a little rusted.
2019 Yamaha YZ250 Motorcycle -- Ordinary motocross motorcycle, painted hot pink, and maintained diligently.
U58C Quadcopter -- A drone with a built in camera, purchased from the internet.
60M Rope -- Standard climbing rope, orange color.
Talents
Animal Health Science -- Currently in school to become a veterinarian.
Parkour and Rock Climbing -- Both a hobby and a useful skill.
Motocross Riding -- What else is there to do in the California desert?
Origami -- She can fold an obscene amount of animals and shapes.
Small Electronic Repair -- Drones, RC cars, RC planes, and old radios mostly.
(aka Rogue Unit, Murder-Bot, a long list of other derogatory names...)
s p e c i e s Cyborg, Human
a g e 50 (Chronologically)
h e i g h t/ w e i g h t 5ft 5in // 150lbs
g e n d e r N/A
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
P O W E R
McCall-Ravnel Technological Industries, Guardian Series Cyborg, Produced for 19th Special Defense Forces Features Include:
HERC+ Frame: Capable of lifting maximum 1 ton, Hydraulic shock absorption, Chrom-Titan armored chassis, CuO nano-cooling system, self-correcting electromagnetic overload switch, and ball-socket joints capable of full revolution twists. This Cyborg operative can exceed full human counterparts in strength and durability. Speed and flight upgrade components are available.
Advanced Targeting Systems: Cyborg operative has aim and coordination within a 2% error margin. Near perfect aim with mechanical precision both with ranged and melee weaponry.
Empathetic Response Software: Integrating the human component with computerized response times. Adaptable decision making, based upon host-ware emotion and moral compass, with five times the processing speed. Upgraded from previous models that often struggled to come to decisions in time, much as humans do.
Petabyte Memory Capacity: Cyborg operative is capable of learning various programs, with perfect memory, based upon available memory capacity. Simply upload the program and the operative knows it down to the letter. Memory must be routinely scrubbed of obsolete and irrelevant programs in order to make room for up to date information.
Self-Contained Black Box: Learn how, when, and why the cyborg operative was damaged beyond repair with integrated combat recording. The Black Box was constructed to be virtually indestructible-- stress tested through heat, atmospheric pressure, and cold. Self-Destruct package available for purchase.
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::ERROR C͌͊Oͯ͊D̄͗̇̇̾ͯ͝E̡̓̉ͬ̓̓ 67:: P͏ A͠ C̕ ̨I̷ F I͞ ̡S ̸T̕ PROTOCOL:: ACTIVE /̡̹̒̒ͬ̅ͬ̔/̦̻̬̆ͨ̓ͥ̆̇̊ͅ ̼̠̉̾̇E̢͍̣̠̖̮̓ͩ̏ͨRͮ͒̂ͭ̅̊R̯̱̲͔͓͇̒̎̃͂O͓ͮ͢R̲̝͉͇̰̺̱ͥ͂͘ ͭͧ҉/͚̹ͩ͡/͕͇̠̲̤̠̽ Cyborg operative currently unable to wield traditional weaponry (i.e. Guns, Knives) upon own volition until scheduled maintenance complete. Consult technician immediately. Caution! 10/2036 :: Technician 1432D Note// Didn't stop it from shoving a pipe through the chief's guts and I can't shut the ER Softw a S̲̬̣͚̮͎o̴͎͕̫̥̩̪f͉̗͉̺̻͠ṱ̙̫͘w̳͠ ̲̬͎̭͞a̠̞̱̟ ̢r̝͎ẹ̗͓̤͖̹ͅre off. Own volition my ass! Traditional weaponry isn't that limiting when you can toss a single tonE̛̝ ̻̜̝͓̹͟R̴̤̞ ̵̬̻ͅR͉͙̣̟͎ ͙̤̗̗̱͇Ơ̠͉R̶̰̺͕̼͎̲ͅ/̡͙̩̫ͅ/̩̺̠̖̭
Technician 9864Y Note// Clearly Not A Stealth Model: I have changed out MULTIPLE components and I still can't figure out what's making all that noise! Almost like the whole thing is vibrating, humming, and whistling all at once. Good grief. Not to mention how the joints whirr and scrape, it's annoying. I guess folks didn't care if it made all that noise in the middle of a firefight but this is excessive. Recorded between 50 and 70 decibels. And when it tries to lift something VERY heavy? Around 90-- That's lawnmower loud. 06/2032
Technician 1432D Note// Non-Amphibious?: I thought all these Cyborgs were capable of amphibious operations but the Guardian series apparently can't swim, no matter how many swimming programs we include. They can't even walk along the bottom! There's a package that was under development to make them you know, not emergency shut down whenever they exceed a twelve foot depth. I'll figure something out. At least it can stand the rain and not blow up. Then again, this one's sturdier than the newer models but I still wouldn't take it diving anytime soon. 01/2032
Technician 2889J Note// Short and Stocky?: Who's idea was it to have a cyborg this short? When it did the jump height test, the thing barely made it to the six foot mark. Then there's the fact that it's very unimposinVEHICLES OF THE ERA FEATURED A 6FT INTERIOR CLEARANCE AT MAX//FIVE FOOT BY SEVEN INCHES WIDTH AT MAX//TRANSPORTATION EASE// OPERATIONAL EASE//IMPOSING SILHOUETTE IRRELEVANT I think that was the Operative's response! Can you respond again? Hello? Operative? I'll highlight this one and the date for record. I don't think that was the system itself-- it was opinionated. I think? The phrasing of the irrelevance of an imposing silhouette? We thought you were dead. 10/2030
Technician 2889J Note// Antiquated: It's an old Cyborg, another country's trash, AND something people literally dubbed the "Kill-Bot"? We're doing our best to make this thing work but it's old. Basically stapling and gluing on new tech onto a rusted blender. I keep getting error codes and breaking it the more I go along. On top of that the uh, "Biological components" are nothing more than a few bones and the Cyborg's memories. Oh man. May as well call it a robot with skeletal decoration! The rest of you should pull the black box recording of the Cambridge Bay Massacre. See what this thing did! And they said it was melted down after that! Why are we doing this again? What can we even learn from this thing? 08/2030
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
I N F O
F͠ILE͢/́/̛U̡ser_1̵19͢8̧9̛8́8́/͘/In͢f̵o͠/̨X:̀acce͢ss҉_̢Y ́O U
I am not the flesh Or the rotting bone Ą ҉śo͘ul ̷co͏nce͠p̧t f͡or͡ ͝all e͢xcep̀t those who breathe no̷ ̢m̵or̛e̸
::Initiate self_repair protocol::
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
Threat Engaged_
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
Threat Eliminated_ //:Initiate Self_Repair Protocol|| Log/Question: Date/time status? ERROR 12:: M-RTI Network Down_ Unable to Sync_//:Recommended_ Locate stronger signal area. Log/Observation: Reactivation in unknown location. Satellite signal weak. Possible catastrophic disaster imminent. ##Warning_Incoming:: [Tank?Wheeled?As_M_//M1_Abrams/ERROR/::UNCLASSIFIED:: ##h11ERrrrHigh Capacity Laser Emitter, Armored, Class::ERROR:://:Threat_Eliminated//
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
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//Filename_Not_Found// Technician 2889J Contact// Apologies: You're still alive in there! I know for sure now and I feel like the only one who knows. Why don't you tell the others? Look, I'm sorry for insulting you. I found the reports. Most of your body was thrown away as if it were trash, which is why there's so little organic in here. You're more metal struts, light Kevlar, and duracomp binding than body. Do you know that? What is your name? Will you respond? I know you can hear me. I know you can. Do you remember how to respond? We'll work on it together. We'll figure something out. 12/2030
Hello! If this RP is still open, I'd like to join. Here's a character sheet for review. Please tell me if I need to change anything.
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
Guardian 78 // "Kill-bot"
(aka Rogue Unit, Murder-Bot, a long list of other derogatory names...)
s p e c i e s Cyborg, Human
a g e 50 (Chronologically)
h e i g h t/ w e i g h t 5ft 5in // 150lbs
g e n d e r N/A
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
P O W E R
McCall-Ravnel Technological Industries, Guardian Series Cyborg, Produced for 19th Special Defense Forces Features Include:
HERC+ Frame: Capable of lifting maximum 1 ton, Hydraulic shock absorption, Chrom-Titan armored chassis, CuO nano-cooling system, self-correcting electromagnetic overload switch, and ball-socket joints capable of full revolution twists. This Cyborg operative can exceed full human counterparts in strength and durability. Speed and flight upgrade components are available.
Advanced Targeting Systems: Cyborg operative has aim and coordination within a 2% error margin. Near perfect aim with mechanical precision both with ranged and melee weaponry.
Empathetic Response Software: Integrating the human component with computerized response times. Adaptable decision making, based upon host-ware emotion and moral compass, with five times the processing speed. Upgraded from previous models that often struggled to come to decisions in time, much as humans do.
Petabyte Memory Capacity: Cyborg operative is capable of learning various programs, with perfect memory, based upon available memory capacity. Simply upload the program and the operative knows it down to the letter. Memory must be routinely scrubbed of obsolete and irrelevant programs in order to make room for up to date information.
Self-Contained Black Box: Learn how, when, and why the cyborg operative was damaged beyond repair with integrated combat recording. The Black Box was constructed to be virtually indestructible-- stress tested through heat, atmospheric pressure, and cold. Self-Destruct package available for purchase.
w e a k n e s s
::ERROR C͌͊Oͯ͊D̄͗̇̇̾ͯ͝E̡̓̉ͬ̓̓ 67:: P͏ A͠ C̕ ̨I̷ F I͞ ̡S ̸T̕ PROTOCOL:: ACTIVE /̡̹̒̒ͬ̅ͬ̔/̦̻̬̆ͨ̓ͥ̆̇̊ͅ ̼̠̉̾̇E̢͍̣̠̖̮̓ͩ̏ͨRͮ͒̂ͭ̅̊R̯̱̲͔͓͇̒̎̃͂O͓ͮ͢R̲̝͉͇̰̺̱ͥ͂͘ ͭͧ҉/͚̹ͩ͡/͕͇̠̲̤̠̽ Cyborg operative currently unable to wield traditional weaponry (i.e. Guns, Knives) upon own volition until scheduled maintenance complete. Consult technician immediately. Caution! 10/2036 :: Technician 1432D Note// Didn't stop it from shoving a pipe through the chief's guts and I can't shut the ER Softw a S̲̬̣͚̮͎o̴͎͕̫̥̩̪f͉̗͉̺̻͠ṱ̙̫͘w̳͠ ̲̬͎̭͞a̠̞̱̟ ̢r̝͎ẹ̗͓̤͖̹ͅre off. Own volition my ass! Traditional weaponry isn't that limiting when you can toss a single tonE̛̝ ̻̜̝͓̹͟R̴̤̞ ̵̬̻ͅR͉͙̣̟͎ ͙̤̗̗̱͇Ơ̠͉R̶̰̺͕̼͎̲ͅ/̡͙̩̫ͅ/̩̺̠̖̭
Technician 9864Y Note// Clearly Not A Stealth Model: I have changed out MULTIPLE components and I still can't figure out what's making all that noise! Almost like the whole thing is vibrating, humming, and whistling all at once. Good grief. Not to mention how the joints whirr and scrape, it's annoying. I guess folks didn't care if it made all that noise in the middle of a firefight but this is excessive. Recorded between 50 and 70 decibels. And when it tries to lift something VERY heavy? Around 90-- That's lawnmower loud. 06/2032
Technician 1432D Note// Non-Amphibious?: I thought all these Cyborgs were capable of amphibious operations but the Guardian series apparently can't swim, no matter how many swimming programs we include. They can't even walk along the bottom! There's a package that was under development to make them you know, not emergency shut down whenever they exceed a twelve foot depth. I'll figure something out. At least it can stand the rain and not blow up. Then again, this one's sturdier than the newer models but I still wouldn't take it diving anytime soon. 01/2032
Technician 2889J Note// Short and Stocky?: Who's idea was it to have a cyborg this short? When it did the jump height test, the thing barely made it to the six foot mark. Then there's the fact that it's very unimposinVEHICLES OF THE ERA FEATURED A 6FT INTERIOR CLEARANCE AT MAX//FIVE FOOT BY SEVEN INCHES WIDTH AT MAX//TRANSPORTATION EASE// OPERATIONAL EASE//IMPOSING SILHOUETTE IRRELEVANT I think that was the Operative's response! Can you respond again? Hello? Operative? I'll highlight this one and the date for record. I don't think that was the system itself-- it was opinionated. I think? The phrasing of the irrelevance of an imposing silhouette? We thought you were dead. 10/2030
Technician 2889J Note// Antiquated: It's an old Cyborg, another country's trash, AND something people literally dubbed the "Kill-Bot"? We're doing our best to make this thing work but it's old. Basically stapling and gluing on new tech onto a rusted blender. I keep getting error codes and breaking it the more I go along. On top of that the uh, "Biological components" are nothing more than a few bones and the Cyborg's memories. Oh man. May as well call it a robot with skeletal decoration! The rest of you should pull the black box recording of the Cambridge Bay Massacre. See what this thing did! And they said it was melted down after that! Why are we doing this again? What can we even learn from this thing? 08/2030
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
I N F O
F͠ILE͢/́/̛U̡ser_1̵19͢8̧9̛8́8́/͘/In͢f̵o͠/̨X:̀acce͢ss҉_̢Y ́O U
I am not the flesh Or the rotting bone Ą ҉śo͘ul ̷co͏nce͠p̧t f͡or͡ ͝all e͢xcep̀t those who breathe no̷ ̢m̵or̛e̸
::Initiate self_repair protocol::
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
Threat Engaged_
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
Threat Eliminated_ //:Initiate Self_Repair Protocol|| Log/Question: Date/time status? ERROR 12:: M-RTI Network Down_ Unable to Sync_//:Recommended_ Locate stronger signal area. Log/Observation: Reactivation in unknown location. Satellite signal weak. Possible catastrophic disaster imminent. ##Warning_Incoming:: [Tank?Wheeled?As_M_//M1_Abrams/ERROR/::UNCLASSIFIED:: ##h11ERrrrHigh Capacity Laser Emitter, Armored, Class::ERROR:://:Threat_Eliminated//
Contacting #HOST78_ #HOST78 Not Found_
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//Filename_Not_Found// Technician 2889J Contact// Apologies: You're still alive in there! I know for sure now and I feel like the only one who knows. Why don't you tell the others? Look, I'm sorry for insulting you. I found the reports. Most of your body was thrown away as if it were trash, which is why there's so little organic in here. You're more metal struts, light Kevlar, and duracomp binding than body. Do you know that? What is your name? Will you respond? I know you can hear me. I know you can. Do you remember how to respond? We'll work on it together. We'll figure something out. 12/2030
I'm here. I'm just very busy and I try not to post at too high a frequency, whenever I happen to have time to post. I try to pace my posts so that other players don't feel stifled by the sheer amount of UTRAX there is all over things. I try to wait until another player at least has a post out there before I throw mine up, even if they're not congruent stories. I also didn't know if anyone was going to have some reaction to the giant screaming metal bird in the middle of the city before my next post. Soooooo... yeeeeeeah.
If that's full of errors, my bad. I may have. Mistaken. The thread post editor for my private message Draft Folder Thingy. My bad. I'll fix it later. Promise.
Vaia placed her personal affects in a corner of the kitchen in a slow and methodical manner. The kitchen itself was a room about six paces wide and ten paces long. There was a single door into it and this door was perfectly centered between the left and right walls. A large counter was placed in the center of the room, it hosted a flat wooden counter-top and cupboards on both sides. A few hooks were set into the low ceiling, from which to hang herbs and spices for drying, or whatever else it was that cooks liked to hang. Along the left wall there was another counter top with cupboards below it, filled with pots, pans, knives, and eating utensils. A single stove was set into the far right wall and it was a well made cast iron thing, sitting in a single step deep stone square, which hosted enough water to extinguish any accidental flames. Crates and boxes lined the room, housing ingredients, yet unpacked but probably inspected. The room likely felt claustrophobic and small even if the boxes were unpacked, Vaia observed. The ceiling was just barely high enough for her to stand to full height and she knew that most of the taller crew members would have difficulty feeling comfortable here.
Good. To hell with them. They needed to stay out anyway.
There was a stinging within her chest as she looked about the kitchen, one she knew very well-- the sting of her pride. Vaia grit her teeth then clenched her fists tight as she looked about the bare kitchen space. She needed something else to focus on that wasn't her growing distaste for the position she was placed in-- ah, that's right, she needed a place to sleep. Turning to the wall behind herself, which was at the far end of the kitchen, directly across from the door, she took a brief measurement, then figured she could sleep on this bare strip of floor, directly in front of the pantry door. Likely, they would want her sleeping with the rest of the crew. That was fine-- Vaia figured she could justify her presence in the kitchen as both a safeguard and a preparatory necessity. Simple enough. What she would likely have trouble with was if anyone tried to come in at night.
Already Vaia began working out a training regimen for herself. This required people leaving her the hell alone at night and the cost was sleep. There was no way Vaia was going to let her skills dull while being forced to perform bitch-work and she'd be damned if she stayed in this position long enough for someone to want her here. No. If there was one thing Vaia knew, it was that she couldn't stay here for long, and her mere presence here was already burning down her precious tolerance for the position-- but Vaia also knew she wasn't much use now.
When the crew had been told the hoist the sails, she had fumbled. Vaia made no attempt to seem as if she knew what she was doing, but she hadn't fled away from the task or asked for help. She watched and did her best to mimic everyone else's work, but there had been a few ropes tied too loosely or a couple of slip ups here and there-- that other guy? Well, that guy, the one holding her position, at least he knew how to sail. That set him apart from her. That was the main distinction. It wouldn't matter for long, however. Sailing seemed easy enough. Vaia figured that all she needed was practice and she would be able to at least fill his shoes, if not surpass him, in due time. While her position was unfortunate, Vaia began to see it as necessary and that stung her pride even worse than the position itself.
Tense and angry, Vaia decided to examine the contents of the crates, the contents of the small pantry near her "rest area", after she began a fire in the stove. A meal would be needed soon. One that would set the tone for all expectations for her cooking in the future, so it needed to be proper, in her decided kind of way.
Yes, this meal needed to be the most bland of them all.
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[h2]An absolute WILDCARD of an RPer[/h2][sup](apparently)[/sup]
Due to sudden and multiple very lengthy hiatus periods, please assume I don't remember who you are but, I probably think your name is familiar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/6QfcE7N.png" /><br><div class="bb-h2">An absolute WILDCARD of an RPer</div><sup>(apparently)</sup><br>Due to sudden and multiple very lengthy hiatus periods, please assume I don't remember who you are but, I probably think your name is familiar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ <br><span class="bb-u">U T R A X</span> is a <span class="bb-i">being</span> that likes to <span class="bb-i">Type Words</span> on the <span class="bb-i">INTERNET</span>.<br><img src="http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/090/166/Awesome-120110725-22047-1faqsqh.gif?1311570534" /></div><br></div>