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musicalribbon​:

     ⚘ The odd helmet (or mask?) obscuring the stranger’s face (presuming they even had one) certainly doesn’t help Margaretha in gauging his reaction to her signaling. Did he see her? Does he understand what she’s saying? Will he keep still? It’s at this moment that the young woman wishes she could read the stranger’s mind, if only to quell her own anxiousness and worries.

     Fortunately, it seems that some of what she has signaled has reached the other, as evidenced by his silent response. For a moment in her terror, the dancer squints slightly at the stranger in attempts to decipher the meaning behind his movements. Does he.. Want to come to where she is? Well, that had been her plan all along; to guide him to safety, but…

     ‘Wait!’

     Shooting up both of her hands in a ‘stop’ motion, Margaretha’s hazel optics widen for a moment as her gaze locks onto the monster nearby the other. While it hasn’t turned around, it has promptly stopped within its tracks… Which, frankly, worries the young woman. Watching it closely, she leaves her hands up for the time being in hopes that the stranger will abide by her caution.

     After a few moments, however, the monster begins to walk along once more, causing the dancer to shoot a look back over at the stranger. While she places an index finger over her lips in order to sign for the other to be quiet, she uses her other hand to make the motion for him to quickly come over to her side.

     ‘Quick, quick! Be quiet!’

For a wild moment Simon teeters on the edge of pushing forward into a dead sprint. After all, he was fast. He had outrun or outsnuck every monster that had tried to take a bite out of him. One more could surely be evaded, and he did not stop to consider the chance that these monsters might be a touch faster or smarter then the ones back home. 

His boot catches on the floor as he began step forward, stopped only by sight of her out held hands. Shit! Thrusting a hand out he hit his shoulder on the wall and hunched over whilst biting back a grunt of pain. 

Dimly he notices that the footsteps had stilled, leaving only the hollow, unspoken fear that the monster knew he was there. Simon reached up and pressed a hand to the bottom of his faceplate as if it would stifle his panicked gasps.

Then, miraculously, the shuffling started again, slow and steady and moving distinctly away. Still hunched over, Simon saw her frantic motioning with a quiet signal and lurched forward this time picking up his feet while he sprinted across the open space. Light on his feet, Simon jogged a few feet past the mystery woman to slow to a stop and looked back over his shoulder to flash her a thumbs up. Of course he had no intention of leaving her behind and waited for her to lead the way considering he’d just been about to walk into an ambush.

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haemoneiron​:

A fairly normal reaction, honestly. She gives him a moment to process whatever nerves he might have.

“I suppose you could say that, it’s the easiest conclusion to work with at least.”

For easier than explaining the full extent of things, especially when she hadn’t even been asked. “There’s strange things out there, though many are hard to see.” How aware she was of uttering a possibly cryptic statement was impossible to discern from her flat features as she glanced down at the pad in her hands.

“Excellent, thank you. Payment will be in Dust. Could I have your name? Please follow me onto the bus when you’re ready.”

Still readjusting to vampires being a real, physical thing, Simon nodded at her words even as they suggested there might be more to it then ‘sucks blood, burns in sunlight’ angle. Asking out on the street would be rude though he curiosity burned bright as the blue WAU nodes on his suit.

Stupidly, he wondered if she was gonna bite his neck to extract the blood then did a minor shake of the head to clear those thoughts. It’d be way too unsanitary.

“Sure. My name’s Simon, Simon Jarrett.” He hesitated to clamber onto the bus but followed her in the end. She’d given him no reason to distrust and if he really, really had to, he could knock aside a petite woman to get to the door.

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beyond-use​:

“Oh, I see. Er– in that case, perhaps the Stars have done you a favor by bringing you back? In any case, I do hope that your readjustment to living here again is going smoothly.”

“We’ve had a few rather difficult ones lately. Some sort of outside organization attacked the island a while ago, and if they hadn’t been so willing to kill us all, I think many residents would have partnered with them against the Stars. It’s possible the Stars realized that rebellion isn’t necessarily as impossible as it seems.”

It’s difficult to tell whether this person is mechanical or organic (or perhaps a mixture of both?), but his exterior seems more than capable of protecting fragile circuitry and vulnerable organic tissue alike. In short, it seems as though he could handle himself well on these mysterious islands or on a boat between them, he simply lacks interest in doing so. 

At least this new experiment won’t end up hurting him if he gets accidentally transported out of the city.

“I haven’t decided yet. Water and sand aren’t particularly good for my frame– they both have a way of getting into even the smallest of transformation seams, unfortunately– but… well, one of the worst parts about being imprisoned in Spirale is the fact that we’ll have eventually seen and done everything that the city has to offer. I think I might visit Nommin just for the change of scenery. If you’re in need of any company, I certainly wouldn’t mind going with you, although I’m a bit of a novice when it comes to ‘roughing it.’“

“That sounds awful.” It really did. Isola had always been fraught with absurd or even downright terrifying events, that was nothing new. For there to be some sort of in faction fighting... Well, he didn’t even know how to process that. Mostly, he felt nervous. Simon sucks in a breath and tries to keep a lid on it, folding his arms across his chest.

(Later he would wonder from where outside this organization had come from, having failed to formulate the question in the moment).

At mention of company he brightens, shoulders relaxing and arms dropping to his side. 

“My nature know how is pretty rusty and mostly for humans. It....might be hard to make a shelter for a, um, guy your height but not impossible.” Granted, the lean-to-shelters he had built as a kid had only been for overnight camping in the backyard with sleeping bags and an electric wind up lamp. They still very much counted or so he told himself. “Oh, ‘scuse me. Forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Simon Jarrett.” 

Automatically he stuck out a hand to the robot, waiting for a returning introduction.

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Goddamn. Simon had meant to hit the ticket for that tropical island, its name eluding him in the midst of sneaking through a dingy and monster ridden island, but instead had chosen the worst possible destination.

Figures.

So far it hadn’t been too bad what with his well honed ability to run away from shuffling monsters who ambled around at a snail’s pace. Half didn’t seem interested in him which he guesses to be a side effect of the suit (hurray!) but the rest honed in on him even when they lacked anything resembling a human face (boo!).

Pushing his way past a scraggy bush that had managed to gain a foothold in a crumbling, stone wall, Simon’s eyes caught movement. He starts, hard, back slamming against the wall with a muffled ‘augh!’ until realizing it’s a human waving her arms around.  

“-!” Simon’s exclamation dies in his throat, arm half raised in an aborted greeting. Why... Why was she making an X with her arms? He froze, more out of instinct then recognition for her warning and strained to listen and- There. The dragging of feet and some sort of gurgling breathing just ahead and around the corner. Muscles locking, he fights to look at the woman and make a vague gesture where he hurriedly taps his chest and then points to her position.

Maybe he can make it...?

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      ⚘ She had been weaving her way throughout the outer portion of the island, carefully making her way into its inner workings. While Margaretha has been extremely quiet and cautious thus far, she has also been on high alert as she keeps exploring this place. The brunette is aware of where she needs to go (or rather, go to next in hopes of finding some degree of safety) thanks to a ruined map encountered on her journey, however, getting there proves to be very difficult.

     … And dangerous. 

     So as she begins to sneak her way into the building on the island by way of a broken wall, she can’t help but turn around to make sure no one catches her off guard. When she does turn around, however, she catches sight of a very strange person (or so she thinks? It’s hard to tell), also trying to quietly make their way around the island… 

     Along with a monster skulking around the corner where the stranger is about to turn. Eyes widening for a moment, Margaretha realizes she could very easily simply leave the stranger to perish and run away in the on-coming scuffle… But of course, that’s simply not within her nature to do so. Instead, she very quietly attempts to get the stranger’s attention by waving her arms around, making sure she is unseen by the monster from her current position (she has a giant pile of rubble to thank for that, she realizes).

     ‘Please, don’t move…!’ she attempts to mouth her words, soon making a ‘x’ with her arms to try and convey what she means to the other.

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WHAT KIND OF LIAR ARE YOU?

DENIAL.

you don't want anyone to get into trouble, or believe that something that has gone terribly, horribly wrong, so you lie. you might not even know that you're lying; you may be just lying to yourself, feeding yourself what seem like truths to make you and others around feel better. we'll be okay. everything is fine. we won't get in trouble. even when the world is falling apart around you, you find a way to look away from the truth so you can breathe easier.

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beyond-use​:

“Oh? You were here before? I believe I’ve met a few other residents in your same situation; I’m deeply sorry that you find yourself stuck in the city a second time.”

“This is certainly the most I’ve ever seen of them. It’s interesting that they’re allowing us to observe them like this– they even offered their names this time. I wonder if they’re trying to reach out, or be more personable?” Perhaps after seeing so many residents side with NULL during the last “event,” the Stars are attempting now to humanize themselves and endear themselves to their captives? Or maybe they simply share that basic desire that’s so very common among sentient lifeforms: the desire to be seen and understood.

“I’m not quite sure I understand the reference. But I agree– perhaps some of us could use it as a kind of… vacation? Do you think you’ll go explore there?”

“Thanks?” The blatant sympathy has the same tone as the condolences he received after people learned about his brain bleed. Coming from this guy (robot?), it sounds genuine however. “To be honest Isola is tons better then where I, uh, come from. Even with all,” he waved his hand at his phone, indicating the virtual tickets on screen, “all this.”

Simon is still trying to wrap his mind about the existence of these so called Stars, wondering if they were always there pulling the strings. And what the hell was a NULL? Staring off into the middle distance, he jolts at the question, optics flicking back to Rung. “What? Sorry, I don’t, I wasn’t here for the last event.” Where had he been? The question won’t leave his mind. He forces it down to answer this robot’s question, tapping his face plate.

“Not sure. I don’t really like the ocean anymore and I haven’t been hunting or camping in an even longer time. Might be fun if you have someone to go with.” Simon stares at the robot and wonders if he’ll rust from all the salt water. “Are you going?”

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✮ : ━ FIGHTING HABITS. ❫

Bold what consistently applies. Italicize situational, not always. Cross out what definitely never applies.

DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly / apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement /  fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoids fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

TAGGED BY. my city now TAGGING. whomst’dve

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“Is that what they’re called? They didn’t have names or faces when I was here last time...” Kind of a dumb title in his humble opinion.

“There are worst places to be stuck on then a deserted island. Probably pretty nice and quiet so long as you don’t go crazy like in Cast Away.”

“Doss Isle sounds almost pleasant, actually.”

“…if you trust the Stars to keep their word and bring us back, of course.”

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“Ah. Hm.”

Yeah he’s just gonna. Hit the home button on his phone. He’s had his fill of exciting adventures.

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haemoneiron​:

“A first time for everything. It wouldn’t be much, and only a small sample to begin with.” It was a very human gesture, she thought when he tapped on the glass in the interim between words. But at this point it was no surprise to see the most humanity from those you might not expect to.

“No, it’s going to me. It’s something of a dietary requirement.” No use not being honest.

He... He couldn’t have heard that correctly. For her?

Doing a double take at this silver haired women who couldn’t, now that he looked, been more than 20 and had a literally starry look to her eyes. Now, the list of strange things Simon had been exposed to had grown quite a bit so his brain only mildly balks at the obvious conclusion.

“So you’re, what, a vampire?” Voice cracking high in a nervous laugh, Simon unconsciously scratches his neck. He doesn’t see any fangs but that’s no reassurance; vampires can retract them, at least in some movies. “Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen,” he concludes with a more controlled laugh. “Yeah, sure, go ahead and take my blood. Vampires might as well be real at this point.”

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suboceansong​:

“Oh now, I don’t think that’s true at all dear. Personally I think you’re the most fascinating person I’ve seen here today, if you don’t mind me saying.”

She tried her best to give a warm, welcoming smile, and her best was well practised. A brush was lifted near the canvas but she paused. 

“Of course, I won’t if you’re not willing. But like I said I can pay you for your time I…” She paused and then glanced at her phone. “Well, it won’t take too long regardless.”

“So, what do you say? If you tell me some of your interests I can try to include a little something in the background perhaps.”

Fascinating was a polite way to describe his appearance and he, well, it made him feel a bit better to be honest. “Ok, if it won’t take too long. My name’s Simon, by the way.” Stupid as it was her compliment convinced him to stay, arms scrambling for some manner of refined pose only to fall to his side with a dejected flop. 

“Haha, I feel like I’m in one of those weird foreign film movies except, well, Isola isn’t really a vacation.” He raises a hand to rub the back of his head before remembering he was being drawn and lowers it just as quickly. Still he fidgets, boots shuffling in the dirt and rubbing his thumb in circles at the base of his index finger. “I... I like space. Not the math stuff. Mostly just the, the concept. Um.”

God he hoped he wasn’t boring her. His nonexistent tongue felt heavy in his mouth, red lights of his eyes pinning while he took back control of his nerves. “I also like action movies and mystery novels. Not sure how you’d draw that but, you’re the artist not me.”

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Site Omicron. Pilot seat in the dive room.