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Walking in a winter wonderland sucks. It’s cold and wet and every time Neptune ducks into a building to soak up some warmth all the snow that’s stuck to her boots and clothes melts into even more Cold and Wet. At least Ohio has the decency to know what rock salt is.  

Neptune pushes her way into the town hall and stomps the gloopy half-slush off her boots on the rug inside the entrance. Everything is so gross and boring that she is actually at the point of asking for a job, which is so contrary to her entire persona that she’s offended by herself. At least no one is here to see her -- oh geez no there is someone here.

A boy with perfectly split dyed hair is already at the desk. Neptune narrows her eyes at him as he turns away from the desk and towards the exit -- and towards Neptune. It’s the intense stare of a girl pushed too far by god, by man, and by her own fading teal tips.

“How do you keep your hair that white. How do you keep your ROOTS that white. There is no toner or bleach for miles?"

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Bad kids don’t normally come home from Summer Scouts with stories about a time-out in Alaska, or Antarctica, or wherever this is, so when she wakes up with vague memories of snow and crystal and a dizzying headache Neptune figures she fucked up more spectacularly than she thought. Or she is actually literally in hell, but not like, cool devil hell. Shitty God hell. She can’t find her phone so the latter is probably the case. 

Her radio is there but the diode is dead. No static, no noise. No signal. Neptune leaves it on the bed next to the pillow, where she found it. It’s no use now.

She sort of remembers someone telling her she can get warm clothes if she goes to the corner store, so she goes, shivering all the way. It looks like a crappy background image out of Oregon Trail II. Neptune navigates a confusing and not at all illuminating conversation with the employee at the front desk without biting their head off, which is an accomplishment in her state of annoyed phone withdrawal and weary post-bedevilment. 

Unfortunately it also means that her niceness juice has been totally chugged by the time the door thunks open and a purple woman in full cosplay steps inside. 

“Godddd how are you wearing that in this weather.” Neptune is wearing her skirt hiked up to her thighs herself but whatever, this is like the only way to wear the camp uniform even remotely stylishly. “It’s like negative a thousand degrees out, you’re going to freeze to death in the doorway and block the entrance and I’m going to be trapped in this Cracker Barrel forever.”

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hi y’all! i’m new to the group and would love to get some threads going, soooo meet neptune! she was at jesus camp and then she turned into the devil and now she’s in eidolon village. she is

bossy, perceptive, quick-tempered, and often actively antagonistic, but also sort of really nice sometimes

a MeanGirl™ who likes to laugh at people

from an alternate 1980’s earth with mecha in space, magical girls, and also modern cellphones somehow?

like this post for a starter! capping at 3, characters who are likely to engage with her b*tchiness (whether they’re hurt by it, provoked by it, amused by it, etc) will probably work best with her! lmk if you have a location or thread concept in mind, if not i’ll totally bs it. let’s have some fun!

EDIT: thanks yall!!! will get these starters up asap \o/

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*pwns myself* apping neptune from we know the devil without prior reserve, app is at /app ! thank you based mods

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #11. A crystal radio sits on your mattress… still broken, but still here.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

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"It’s fine, you weigh like two pounds.”

The bump really didn’t feel like anything. Are kids supposed to be so tiny? Is this kid okay? Are any kids okay, ever. From her own experience of being ten years old and her later observations of all the young kids at church looking totally miserable with fake goodkid smiles on she kind of thinks not. What is this one doing wandering around where she could get murdered or something equally awful like getting hauled off to talking animal youth group. 

Getting phone charms, apparently. Okay. That’s worth it actually.

“Hey,” she says, leaning down to get a better look and grinning when she sees the charm properly, “that’s cute. You like witches?” Ugh she hopes so. Being spiritually goth at such a young age is adorable. “You have good taste.”

It’s obvious that Neptune shares the same taste, because she’s wearing a pastel pink and lavender ensemble featuring huge pentagram earrings and a shirt that says BAD WITCHES UNITE. And also holding a bunch of bat phone charms that she’s planning to buy and convert to jewelry. This is truly a meeting of the witch aesthetic minds.

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Maria is stuck at a shop looking at all the holophone items! She wants something cute, but it needs to be witchy! Maria wants both worlds as one.

This is a fun new game, made by Beatrice! Beatrice wants to test her. That’s why only her name from the family is there.

At last she coils her tiny fist around a witch with a pink rose, riding on a broom and smiles!

(she won’t look at the cats. Even now, even here, the reminder of her sends bile in Maria’s mouth. The witch is lucky sweets remain untainted.)

Maria walks towards the counter, tiny hands tight around the charm when she bumps into a figure in front of her!

“Sorry! ma-”

The correction comes firm and fast, lessons and scoldings recalled easier. For some reason with her magic bounds, she feels more like Human Maria, bound tight and chafing.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

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On one hand (out of many), even if it’s so so selfish, Jupiter wants to be relieved.  She’s not alone.  Neptune is here.  (Where’s Venus?  It’s gotten so easy to think of three-of-them as an object, combined, together.)  But that means Neptune is here, whatever ‘here’ is; because this doesn’t look like any hell she’s ever heard of but it doesn’t seem like any heaven.  

Heaven probably doesn’t have talking bears.

… Actually, come to think of it, she kind of doubts Hell does either.  It’s kind of weird.  How do they talk?  You need lips to shape human speech, right - do they have lips?  She doesn’t really want to think about that all too much!

It’s okay to be selfish, Jupiter reminds herself, and the reply comes easy.  Of course it’s Neptune.  Who else would it be?

[msg] Okay yeah it’s you. [msg] idk what i expected honestly?  but it probably should have been that She can’t quite put any finger on it, though, but something about the last message sounds wrong.  Breaking it down is too scary - too many possibilities for things gone rotten somehow to come to light.  But she can prod a little, gently, in a way that she knows Neptune won’t raise her hackles at.  Not the Neptune she knows, anyway.

[msg] what do you mean weeks? [msg] I was talking to you last night remember [msg] … why would people be gossiping about you ?

There’s not a lot of gossip anymore. As it turns out, given the chance to be really-and-truly-you in a way so unrestrained there’s no real word for it, kids get a lot less mean when they don’t have all those expectations to live up to and molds to fit into.  There’s still some, but people are – they’re trying.  Everyone’s trying.  (Even Group South, which is half a fucking miracle in its own right.)

There’s a sharp twist of anger in her gut. Jupiter doesn’t get to act like nothing happened. That was the point. Neptune was trying to force both of them to deal with shit, to deal with themselves for once, even if she got severely fucked up for it. She was trying to stain them so they could never pretend to be clean again. The thought of them -- of Jupiter, especially -- pretending she wasn’t actively horrible to them, that she wasn’t the most obvious devil in the camp, that she didn’t spectacularly ruin the lake in the end... the thought that she had so little impact that people wouldn’t even be trash talking her for it... 

At the same time, it sounds like there’s maybe some weird time travel shit happening, so it's possible that Jupiter doesn’t actually mean it like that. But like. Jesus. Neptune doesn’t want to care about that right now. She doesn’t want to be reasonable and pay attention to context clues. She just wants to be pissed off. It’s been weeks since anything really set her off and, like a stretched rubber band snapping back into place, her brain wants her to snap back into the easiest, most normal thing for her: being angry.

It takes her a second to wipe the ichor off her phone screen so that she can actually see the keypad. Her fingers, which are trying very hard to grow into claws and ruin her manicure, hover over the keys, jittering in barely restrained annoyance.

[msg] Before I verbally dunk you into a woodchipper [msg] Do you NOT remember me being the devil and throwing Venus into a fucking wall

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Neptune was having an excellent time. Having infinite money and access to a stupid technogoth Blade Gunner city full of places with perfect eerie neon lighting for selfies and edgy clothing shops wasn’t a dream she’d ever had, but it was a dream she was currently living, and it rocked.

The rats should probably be freaking her out more, but they’re genuinely more chill than 95% of the people she’s dealt with in the last few weeks, so it’s whatever at this point. The one in this particular shop hasn’t said a word to her, which is really refreshing. And if it was picking its own inventory it has pretty good taste. This sea green lipstick looked soooooo good. But maybe add a like black ombre on the upper lip? Maximize the dark ocean vibe. A little bit of black stain, too. Neptune was going to buy literally as much makeup as she could carry. 

If people didn’t come in and bug her first??? She turned from the mirror and gave the other woman a condescendingly appraising look down her nose, which wasn’t hard at all given their height difference. She was kind of hot, actually. But that would buy her no mercy.

"Ohhh wow. I am truly sorry for the inconvenience. I would never dream of getting between a girl and her makeup choices.” Neptune stepped aside with exaggerated politeness to reveal a small horizontal display of purple lipsticks that was nearly crowded out by a much more prominent vertical collection of glitter glosses that had previously been hidden by her body. “Do you think these are a little cheerful for you though? Will you be okay looking not like you got up and walked out of a morgue?”

anti social goths club.

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The Sea of Crises was unbearably, stereotypically sinister. The winding towers, the clustered shophouses, the mist hanging like a shroud over the whole thing, the rats scurrying in and out. Lily almost had to smile as she stepped off the train that linked the seas. She’d felt like an errant blot of ink dropped onto a watercolor painting in the Sea of Tranquility; here, her black blouse, trousers, and shoes were not at all out of place. She sidled into the crowd and let herself get swallowed. 

Lily was putting herself back together. The first thing she had done after waking, discomfited, in her very clean room at the Lampadias Suites, was gather some poisonous plants from the forest. Now, she was in search of some passable dark lipstick, a good knife, and maybe a tasteful pendant or ring if it was to be found. The sky here was pure grey, not shot with gold, and equally grey pigeons danced about under her feet. Crows blinked at her from the lampposts. Lily blinked back at them.

(She did not think, I wish I was walking here with him. She did not think, I feel almost at home.) 

The first shop she ran into advertising beauty wares had black glass in its windowpanes and peeling silver calligraphy. She pushed open the door, heard an equally peeling silver bell tinkle, and strode inside. No need to call the attention of the (also silver, also peeling–or shedding, rather) rat brushing its whiskers behind the cashier counter. She knew where the makeup was because another woman was very obnoxiously taking photos of herself with freshly-applied sea-green lipstick on right in front of it. There was a mirror, too, set in an appropriately gloomy silver frame carved with skulls.

Lily stepped right behind the woman, who was now turning her face and pouting. The sea-green was perhaps a bit too strong, but it did match the tips of her hair. ���Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t mean to interrupt.” This was a lie, and her voice showed it; the purples and blacks were under this woman’s right arm. “You’re blocking the way. Would you mind terribly if you moved just a bit to the left?”

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Neptune is taking a cosmic vacation, and she is taking it very seriously, in that she’s currently risking her nonexistent immortal soul exploring Nectar’s embarrassing White Vacation Dad boutiques for the sake of fashion completionism. She’s now the proud owner of a bright red Hawaiian shirt with big green and blue flowers. It’s atrocious. She’s going to turn it into a crop top. Hot vacation goth is going to be a thing.

There’s a few people she’s been keeping up with over text here, because not being able to have an instant bitch session via cellphone at any moment is literally exactly the same thing as dying. So Neptune isn’t surprised when her phone buzzes in her hand halfway through ordering an unnecessarily complex drink at the Starbucks ripoff next to the boutique.

She is surprised at the name. Not enough to do anything dramatic like drop her phone, which is a good thing because she literally just bought this decoden case yesterday, but like. It is not something she saw coming. She’s already tapping out a response as she accepts her truly frightful drink from the barista.

[msg] Jupiter Im sipping an iced neon pink double shot latte made for me by a talking tropical bird on a beach in space [msg] Im literally so much better than okay that the word okay offends me

Neptune doesn’t type are you okay yourself or when did you get here or I missed you or anything else Normal or Nice, not even to stare at it soulfully in the message field and then delete it. She thinks about it, though. She also thinks about how badly she’d wanted to crack Jupiter open like an egg and watch all the rotten yolk spill out, that night in the cabin. How she’d thought anything would be better than watching Jupiter and Venus keep killing themselves in their own idiot ways over the absolute bullshit that everyone else demanded of them.

The bright blue whipped cream on her latte is starting to dissolve. It’s turning the whole thing ugly and muddy, like two-flavor ice cream swirl mixed together. Neptune fiddles with her phone for a moment longer. God does she not want to deal with this. Like, she wants to deal with this but not? She forces herself to send another message before she can wimp out.

[msg] Its been like 2 weeks without camp gossip?? You HAVE to tell me what kind of bullshit everyone said about me, Ive been dying from laughter imagining it

Jupiter knows that she should go outside.  She knows this - but knowing is a lot different from understanding.  The trees outside her window are fantastical, impossible in ways she doesn’t have a chance of knowing because she’s never been into botany or, uh.  Science?  She’s always been a little good at science but that’s not in a ‘liking it’ way, it’s a ‘gifted kid label’ way, and all that’s ever gotten her was expectations she could never meet even if her heart had been in it.

She looks down at her holophone.  Who calls it a holophone?  It’s a phone.  Call it a phone.  This thing probably has features she doesn’t even know about; it looks like someone imagined a phone and then didn’t really understand what a normal phone looked like.

(It reminds her a little of her radio, folded up in a pocket, gone dead silent.  She should probably try to tune in back on God.  Or the devil.  Or the frequencies they’d set up at camp.  Not that God really wants her?  She’s trying to be okay with that, with being the devil, and wanting to be the devil, and being allowed to have that want, but - it hasn’t even been a week.  She was still figuring out what she’d tell Dad when he got there and.  She doesn’t know if she’ll see him again.  That’s too much forethought for her.  If she doesn’t want to see him, then it won’t hurt.)

Jupiter picks up her holophone and pages absentmindedly through the contacts for something - she doesn’t really know who she’s looking for.  Maybe Venus.  Maybe Neptune.  Maybe –

Wait a fucking second that’s Neptune.

[msg] neptune ?? [msg] that’s you, right [msg] it’s jupiter, are you okay?

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Neptune wakes up and doesn’t feel cleansed or purified or at peace or anything else that bad kids are supposed to feel when good kids tear the devil out of them. She just feels kind of tired. And her head hurts. But for once, her chest doesn’t.

She sits up too fast and winces. For a moment while she glances around she thinks this might be some kind of hospital or like, recovery center, but the giant actual aquarium wall negates that thought instantly. It is way fucking cool. No hospital with Jesus-loving nurses would be this fucking cool.

The phone on the nightstand is clearly not hers but she immediately starts going through it anyway. It says some really bizarre stuff. To be fair, she also said some really bizarre stuff while dripping bile everywhere and sort of concussing Venus, probably, and all of that was completely true. Weird isn’t wrong. The devil knows that.

Neptune doesn’t hear it anymore, but the memory of its voice is warm and delicious, honeyed. She knows the devil. It’s her, and it’s something else out there, something that held her in its arms in that instant of blinding light and raging winds before she faded into the darkness. 

The universe paradoxically feels much safer with the devil in it. If it’s the worst thing out there, why should Neptune be afraid of this? She leans against the weird cold glass wall of the room and looks out into the ocean, out at all the even weirder sea things that swim and balloon and jet by. It’s nice. They probably fucking love the devil; the devil doesn’t think that even the weirdest dumbest ocean worms have a grand purpose in the universe. They just are.

Neptune wants to just be, too. Without anyone telling her to be someone else.

She might as well try it in the middle of space.

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if i were a mutant i could never be an x man bc the moment i save my oppressors life and they say some ungrateful shit id be like this bitch empty! and have magneto on speed dial in a hot sec… that bald bitch xavier? i don’t know him

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