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deercountry2021-12-07 02:00 pm
hauntedsavior) wrote in deercountry2021-12-07 02:00 pm
we begin vindicated [open]
Who: Anna Amarande and you!
What: Event catch-all
When: Throughout December
Where: In Trench, in the sixth layer of Recollé, and 9,920 years in the future
Content Warnings: Eye trauma, explosions, hunting, blood, likely mentions of sacrificial death and depersonalization
Creating a Winter Mourning comes as an easy feat to Anna. She's been doing more than enough of it lately in a much more literal sense. Having a blessing towards some of the Pthumerians she hasn't had the chance to commune with yet probably can't be a bad thing.
It's glowing, the light serving as a gently pulsing beacon outside her window. Looking at it is almost mesmerizing; for a moment, it feels like it's going to bring peace to the torment that she's been feeling inside since the month turned. She reaches out and touches it, and in an instant...
a. we forget who we were meant to be
It's 2019. From the other wall of a glass jar, a white-haired woman with one eye is crawling through a ruined, sickly-green lab. She is not screaming in pain, but she is crying. No blood spills from her face, but she still would never wish anyone to see her like this. Her hand comes down on shards of broken glass, but she barely registers it. The air around her swirls with white souls that, in the flickering light and the ambient energy, almost seem to take form around the pathetic, destroyed woman.
Anna never wondered what she looked like when this happened. She knows everything about the events that just transpired, and her spectral head looks to the area that her younger self is crawling from. The brain that stole her eye is dead, and within this sixth layer of reality, the boundary between Anna, A2, 2B, and Kainé is thinner than ever. It's a wonder that she's able to maintain her own form even as a memory, because as she thinks about it all, she can feel her body flickering to take on the shape of the other women. She looks around to see if anyone followed her down—if she's experiencing her own memories then it makes sense someone else is there with her—and mutters somewhat musically, "Pay no attention to the ghost that follows."
b. a broken image of how it should be
It's 11,941, give or take a year, and two YoRHa units stand off to the side watching an enormous explosion in the distance. Anna, or at least the person who people have come to know as Anna, stands behind a cleaner, less ruined version of the android she's turning into. That android is on her knees, almost ready to weep, in front of a massive army of bronze-bodied, red-eyed machines. In an instant, the android shoves herself to her feet and screams a battle cry. A wave of debris follows from the explosion, taking out nearly everything between her and the epicenter. The shockwave stops before it can reach the android, but she won't let that stop her from trying to take down every last machine in her path. Her sword, less elegant than the one on Anna's back, flashes as she goes on the attack.
Anna stands there, her eyepatch fresh and new in black, her clothing an elegant, meticulously-stitched dress, her heels adding even more height to her form. She is not moving, though, not joining the fight. Because she knows full well what this is and what just happened. The person next to her may elect to join the fight with the not-truly-nameless android, the one whose appearance would match Anna's perfectly were it not for the eyepatch, or they may wish to stand back and speak with her. The bloodlust that often fuels Anna in these battles is not present at the moment; instead, she almost seems relieved.
c. crack a smile and lie through our teeth
Or, perhaps, she doesn't touch the Mourning. She leaves it to rest in her home and takes her blade out with her to the streets. Her longcoat high, the brim of her hat over her face, her eyepatch gone revealing the intimidating black-gold glass beneath it. Her blade stays in one hand, and the gun that Ruby Rose has been training her how to use is in the other. Shields are nice, but not if they engender passivity.
She stalks the streets in the pale moonlight, succumbing to the vengeance deep within her. Emotions that should be directed inward are ready to explode outward, and she is fully prepared to become a creature of persistence. An android designed only for combat, ready to lash out at the world that has stolen her from the city she loves.
A hunter must hunt. She has no need for traps, for subterfuge. The Amaranth's strategy has never once progressed beyond having a sword. She stands there on the wet cobblestones, stock still in front of what may be prey or what may be an ally, insofar as there are any allies to be had in this wretched night. She tilts her head up and sniffs the air. "What's that smell?" she rasps out. "The sweet blood... it sings to me." It may be gauche to tell someone your blood type, but are you willing to risk silence?
d. in the end we would rather be anything but lonely
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roseward!!)))
What: Event catch-all
When: Throughout December
Where: In Trench, in the sixth layer of Recollé, and 9,920 years in the future
Content Warnings: Eye trauma, explosions, hunting, blood, likely mentions of sacrificial death and depersonalization
Creating a Winter Mourning comes as an easy feat to Anna. She's been doing more than enough of it lately in a much more literal sense. Having a blessing towards some of the Pthumerians she hasn't had the chance to commune with yet probably can't be a bad thing.
It's glowing, the light serving as a gently pulsing beacon outside her window. Looking at it is almost mesmerizing; for a moment, it feels like it's going to bring peace to the torment that she's been feeling inside since the month turned. She reaches out and touches it, and in an instant...
a. we forget who we were meant to be
It's 2019. From the other wall of a glass jar, a white-haired woman with one eye is crawling through a ruined, sickly-green lab. She is not screaming in pain, but she is crying. No blood spills from her face, but she still would never wish anyone to see her like this. Her hand comes down on shards of broken glass, but she barely registers it. The air around her swirls with white souls that, in the flickering light and the ambient energy, almost seem to take form around the pathetic, destroyed woman.
Anna never wondered what she looked like when this happened. She knows everything about the events that just transpired, and her spectral head looks to the area that her younger self is crawling from. The brain that stole her eye is dead, and within this sixth layer of reality, the boundary between Anna, A2, 2B, and Kainé is thinner than ever. It's a wonder that she's able to maintain her own form even as a memory, because as she thinks about it all, she can feel her body flickering to take on the shape of the other women. She looks around to see if anyone followed her down—if she's experiencing her own memories then it makes sense someone else is there with her—and mutters somewhat musically, "Pay no attention to the ghost that follows."
b. a broken image of how it should be
It's 11,941, give or take a year, and two YoRHa units stand off to the side watching an enormous explosion in the distance. Anna, or at least the person who people have come to know as Anna, stands behind a cleaner, less ruined version of the android she's turning into. That android is on her knees, almost ready to weep, in front of a massive army of bronze-bodied, red-eyed machines. In an instant, the android shoves herself to her feet and screams a battle cry. A wave of debris follows from the explosion, taking out nearly everything between her and the epicenter. The shockwave stops before it can reach the android, but she won't let that stop her from trying to take down every last machine in her path. Her sword, less elegant than the one on Anna's back, flashes as she goes on the attack.
Anna stands there, her eyepatch fresh and new in black, her clothing an elegant, meticulously-stitched dress, her heels adding even more height to her form. She is not moving, though, not joining the fight. Because she knows full well what this is and what just happened. The person next to her may elect to join the fight with the not-truly-nameless android, the one whose appearance would match Anna's perfectly were it not for the eyepatch, or they may wish to stand back and speak with her. The bloodlust that often fuels Anna in these battles is not present at the moment; instead, she almost seems relieved.
c. crack a smile and lie through our teeth
Or, perhaps, she doesn't touch the Mourning. She leaves it to rest in her home and takes her blade out with her to the streets. Her longcoat high, the brim of her hat over her face, her eyepatch gone revealing the intimidating black-gold glass beneath it. Her blade stays in one hand, and the gun that Ruby Rose has been training her how to use is in the other. Shields are nice, but not if they engender passivity.
She stalks the streets in the pale moonlight, succumbing to the vengeance deep within her. Emotions that should be directed inward are ready to explode outward, and she is fully prepared to become a creature of persistence. An android designed only for combat, ready to lash out at the world that has stolen her from the city she loves.
A hunter must hunt. She has no need for traps, for subterfuge. The Amaranth's strategy has never once progressed beyond having a sword. She stands there on the wet cobblestones, stock still in front of what may be prey or what may be an ally, insofar as there are any allies to be had in this wretched night. She tilts her head up and sniffs the air. "What's that smell?" she rasps out. "The sweet blood... it sings to me." It may be gauche to tell someone your blood type, but are you willing to risk silence?
d. in the end we would rather be anything but lonely
((more prompts to be added. if you're interested in more, DM me or hit me up on
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It's hard to explain that she, at one point, viewed A2 as this wellspring of inspiration and strength that she felt guilty having to draw on for so long. She hasn't done it in years, and that's always felt like putting A2's soul to rest and giving her that little reprieve in her life. But it's not something that she can just tap into until it's tapped out, is it? It's part of her. A2 is part of her. And anything Anna does, A2 will be doing there with her.
It's all a bunch of sappy metaphysical garbage, is kind of what she's getting at inside her own head as she rolls sentences over and over trying to get the right words to fall out. "And in the meantime, I guess I just have to work on keeping as many people safe as possible. 'Cause A2 doesn't have anyone else, but I like to think that she'll appreciate helping to save others." A flash of a smile. "You know, NP tells me that you and me have the same little heroic streak inside of us. Starting to believe her."
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"Well... I hope you both find that point. But I hope the end isn't the end for the both of you. Maybe more like a new beginning or a middle point on what you're already doing." She doesn't like the finality of the end. She wanted her friend and the person living inside her to have peace and remain alive.
"Well if your goal is protecting people who need it. Then yeah, I think we are cut from the same cloth." She can't help but grin. "I've actually got a little project going on if keeping people safe is what you want to do. I'd be happy to bring you aboard.|
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With that on her mind, she considers the feeling of extending that love to others in the form of safety and protection. Supporting the city and supporting the people within it. Her smile becomes much more prominent, showing not teeth but sincerity. "Protecting people is one of the things I'm best at. Keep talking, Ruby."
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"Me and Mako have been working on a series of safe houses. Places where people can go if things get particularly rough. We had one in he dream and it looked worked out pretty well. Trench is bigger so we're a little more stretched. I need people I can trust to keep a look out on them when I'm not around.
That's the goal give people a place they can go and feel safe if they can't protect themselves. What do you think?"
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"I'd be glad to help out, yeah. It sounds like a way better job opportunity than most other things around here." Not that she needs payment or anything like that. It's out of the goodness of her heart-analogue. "Is that really what you do all the time? You don't even take time off to be with Ange?" There's a note of disappointment and she's not making it easy to tell how sincere it is. "Come on, dude. Get married to her, not the job."
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But the second Anna brings up the second comment she feels her cheeks start to heat up and she laughs awkwardly. "I-I-I take plenty of time for Ange." She tries to defend herself not knowing if she's getting teased or not. "It's just hard- I thought the job was kind of end all be all here and at home!
... But I mean I'd like to do that sometime down the road."
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"If you spend all your time at work, you'll burn out. It'll destroy you, kid. Don't want to see that happen." She's being especially sincere, even if she's still responsible for some weapons-grade embarrassment. "You can't be everything to everyone. Focus on one person, and make sure they know how much you care about them. Everything else will figure itself out from there."