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deercountry2022-01-06 10:22 pm
hauntedsavior) wrote in deercountry2022-01-06 10:22 pm
the balance of complete and incomplete [open]
Who: Anna Amarande and you!
What: January event catchall
When: January
Where: The Snake Den and around Trench
Content Warnings: Eye trauma, blood, swearing, artful robot nudity, will add as they come in
a. i will trust the artist molding me [the snake den]
Anna doesn't really need much help right now cutting loose at the Snake Den. Madam G has been on her list of Pthumerians to check out for a while, and even if there had been some kind of reluctance to begin with, now that she's here mingling in a borrowed suit she feels downright comfortable. It's like she's ten years younger, and though her voice is still smoky and she's still missing an eye as far as physical age goes, socially she's just. Free, right now. It's nice.
It's nice enough that, when she's not striking up conversation with other people, she decides to indulge herself in the open mic. Borrowing an electric bass from backstage, she walks up, sits down, plugs in, and grabs the mic. "This is one from back home," she says, "By a band called Silversun Pickups. It's about finding freedom and acceptance and love in the places and with the people that everyone else tells you to stay away from. They'll say that the only way to be who you are is to file yourself off. That you need to hold yourself back to make other people comfortable without ever worrying if you're comfortable." She's talking very passionately for someone who doesn't think of herself as a motivational speaker. With a confident look, she finally leads into the song. "Let's bury that lie, Trench. This is called 'The Pit'."
And she starts playing, and she starts singing. And when she doesn't need to be playing and her hands are free, even she's not really sure how she does it, but she finds a way to channel her androidinous self to modify her own voice—just for a little bit, just to test it out. Just to see what happens, before she snaps back into the final lines of the song. And regardless of how it's received, once she's done, she puts the bass down and gently thanks the crowd. Her heart-simulacrum is pulsing faster than it should be as she gets off the stage, and she waits there in the wings in case she happened to inspire anyone with that performance.
b. the echo of what is and what will be [the shedding ceremony]
This is... not a good month for Anna outside of that, so far. For her time at the Snake Den, yes, she's still resonating with A2, and she's still who she thinks she is. But it never really takes long for her to start shedding her own skin again, and damn her brain but she can't stop fucking picking at it long enough to avoid the transformation.
The first time it happens, Anna emerges in a pure white dress that she's wasting no time in staining red. Her hair is longer, cleaner, and in lieu of a katana she's brandishing a blood-red shortsword in her battles with these beasts at the edge of the city. Taking zero precautions against pollution or corruption, she swings her blade right at the neck and lets the blood spray wash over her. When it stops, she hunches forward and shrieks out a strangely melodic note while the beast falls over dead. Her back straightens, and it's clear even from whatever distance anyone may be watching at that she's no longer entirely who people might know. The flower blossoming from her right eye is a good early warning sign, but you'd better act fast, because her good eye is a blazing red and she's rushing towards her spectator with that bloodblade at the ready.
The second time is much less interesting by comparison, but it's not doing her much good. Because the second time, she's just... a normal 29 year old. Both her eyes are fine, she's fully organic, and she doesn't know how to use a sword. In fact, she's taking her time and walking slowly through the streets of a town that she's starting to get to know better, wondering what her life even is anymore. Her Omni helps her keep connected with back home, sure, but nobody can get in touch with her no matter how hard she tries. And she woke up, for lack of a better word, with this katana that she's got on her back, and the first friendly-looking person she sees, she just asks outright, "Hey, uh. You have any idea why I would have a sword if I don't remember ever actually owning a sword?"
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What: January event catchall
When: January
Where: The Snake Den and around Trench
Content Warnings: Eye trauma, blood, swearing, artful robot nudity, will add as they come in
a. i will trust the artist molding me [the snake den]
Anna doesn't really need much help right now cutting loose at the Snake Den. Madam G has been on her list of Pthumerians to check out for a while, and even if there had been some kind of reluctance to begin with, now that she's here mingling in a borrowed suit she feels downright comfortable. It's like she's ten years younger, and though her voice is still smoky and she's still missing an eye as far as physical age goes, socially she's just. Free, right now. It's nice.
It's nice enough that, when she's not striking up conversation with other people, she decides to indulge herself in the open mic. Borrowing an electric bass from backstage, she walks up, sits down, plugs in, and grabs the mic. "This is one from back home," she says, "By a band called Silversun Pickups. It's about finding freedom and acceptance and love in the places and with the people that everyone else tells you to stay away from. They'll say that the only way to be who you are is to file yourself off. That you need to hold yourself back to make other people comfortable without ever worrying if you're comfortable." She's talking very passionately for someone who doesn't think of herself as a motivational speaker. With a confident look, she finally leads into the song. "Let's bury that lie, Trench. This is called 'The Pit'."
And she starts playing, and she starts singing. And when she doesn't need to be playing and her hands are free, even she's not really sure how she does it, but she finds a way to channel her androidinous self to modify her own voice—just for a little bit, just to test it out. Just to see what happens, before she snaps back into the final lines of the song. And regardless of how it's received, once she's done, she puts the bass down and gently thanks the crowd. Her heart-simulacrum is pulsing faster than it should be as she gets off the stage, and she waits there in the wings in case she happened to inspire anyone with that performance.
b. the echo of what is and what will be [the shedding ceremony]
This is... not a good month for Anna outside of that, so far. For her time at the Snake Den, yes, she's still resonating with A2, and she's still who she thinks she is. But it never really takes long for her to start shedding her own skin again, and damn her brain but she can't stop fucking picking at it long enough to avoid the transformation.
The first time it happens, Anna emerges in a pure white dress that she's wasting no time in staining red. Her hair is longer, cleaner, and in lieu of a katana she's brandishing a blood-red shortsword in her battles with these beasts at the edge of the city. Taking zero precautions against pollution or corruption, she swings her blade right at the neck and lets the blood spray wash over her. When it stops, she hunches forward and shrieks out a strangely melodic note while the beast falls over dead. Her back straightens, and it's clear even from whatever distance anyone may be watching at that she's no longer entirely who people might know. The flower blossoming from her right eye is a good early warning sign, but you'd better act fast, because her good eye is a blazing red and she's rushing towards her spectator with that bloodblade at the ready.
The second time is much less interesting by comparison, but it's not doing her much good. Because the second time, she's just... a normal 29 year old. Both her eyes are fine, she's fully organic, and she doesn't know how to use a sword. In fact, she's taking her time and walking slowly through the streets of a town that she's starting to get to know better, wondering what her life even is anymore. Her Omni helps her keep connected with back home, sure, but nobody can get in touch with her no matter how hard she tries. And she woke up, for lack of a better word, with this katana that she's got on her back, and the first friendly-looking person she sees, she just asks outright, "Hey, uh. You have any idea why I would have a sword if I don't remember ever actually owning a sword?"
c. i am creation both haunted and holy [wildcard]
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"She would probably know why I'm happier than her," she says carefully, trying to think about the best way to say it. "I think... if she knew there was a world out there where she could be happier than how she is, she wouldn't be surprised, but she'd still want to know what changed." Of course, that much is obvious from everything they've talked about so far. Hot steel in her hand. Don't get caught up in it just yet.
She forms her thoughts while she practices, instead, and then her stance relaxes so she can actually get it out. "I don't think it's just that she's an android and I'm not. I think it's more than that, but I don't know enough about what it could be to even start guessing. Maybe it starts with whatever turned her into that in the first place."
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But, maybe, there could be more than that. But he remembers trying to share more, and Anna shutting it down, the pair of them focusing on the monster. She wasn't ready yet, he gets that. He doesn't want to push her. "I don't really want to freak you or her out. Except when it's funny."
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"She likes having talk-about-stuff friends. I just don't think that she likes saying it out loud, you know?" Her sparring is getting a little less intense, but it's the correction that Yuri gives her that kind of snaps her back into form. "Totally fine if you're not like that, but, like. She probably thinks you're worth it. 'Cause I think you're worth it, and I'm her. She probably wants to hang out and talk about music and stuff together. Stay up late at night talking about bullshit together. You know."
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Or, go get a drink with him, because this Anna is being open and kind and telling him nice things about himself and he isn't good at handling that. "Uh, and thanks. I'll remember that. You're a good friend."
That's kind of hard to say, but he's glad he did. She's his best friend here (aside from Flynn), and even if he can't say it to the version of her that he's close to, it's still... it still matters.
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"Nah, I think I picked up a lot. You wanna head down to the bar or something instead?" She hadn't been in a while, but drinking together was always better than the alternative. "Good way to unwind after a hard day's work."
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"Hell yeah. They got weird liquor here. Weird mushroom shit," he laughs, and goes to find his sheath, tossed somewhere to the side of their impromptu practice ring. "You hafta try it."