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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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"The dream was a long time ago for her, so she could've changed… but I saw a lot of memories about her, and I… talked to her at the end. She was compassionate and loving from what I saw, but she suffered a lot too." He heaves a breath, as he thinks back to how he and Bella came upon her in that field and he's pretty sure it was the only time any of them were able to interact with her directly… "I dunno if she'd come down with us. She might already know what we deal with and just does what she can."
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That's a little sad, honestly. In the end, Cynthia still suffered, no matter how much love she poured into the world. That's always how it was, right? But she still loved, damn it. She still is loving, probably, as far as anyone here knows. No matter how much pain it causes her. It's sad, yes, but it's hard not to be inspired by it.
"Then maybe she can stay up here, watching over us." Anna hums out along to that melody again. "The watcher in the sky is shining bright over the world..." Something like that. She was never great at lyrics, but she'd figure it out later, she thinks with a shrug. "Don't judge me, I always thought I'd write pop punk songs. This whole thing sounds more like power metal."
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He says that last part with a dry flatness to it, but there's conflict there too. He has some complicated feelings about Roderick. A figure that was always a source of pain and contention for them, in the end turned out to be a grieving father in denial of what he'd helped happen to his little girl. Then he hums, looking up at the moon as he continues to take the lion up in a slow spiral upwards.
"Why would I judge? I listen to all kinds of music, Shakira's totally on my most frequently played," he says it easily and with absolutely no shame or concern about it, then he heaves a breath and adds after a moment, "Besides, I think that sounds pretty perfect for this."
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"Between survival and divinity" sounds fucking badass if she does say so herself, but she won't toot her own horn about it. "Eat your heart out, every fantasy author with two Rs in his initials. There really is way more to this place than you can see from the ground." She can't help but sound amazed at it all. And why wouldn't she be? As horrible as this place can be to people sometimes, it's still... gorgeous in exactly as many degrees as it is frightening. Maybe that's weird to think. Oh well.
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A good natured tease. Then he hums thoughtfully looking down at the city to see if he thinks power metal when he looks down at it all. He can see it, but he can also see plenty of other kinds of music woven in the fabric of the city. Then he looks over his shoulder at her with a bit of a crooked smile.
"Hell yeah. Sounds like a good song title if you ask me." Then he looks up, "We're gonna pass through some clouds in a second, might be kinda damp."
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"Here's to another first. Flying right through a cloud." She closes her eye and her mouth, though she's got a big anticipatory smile on her face as the wind whips through her hair. Madam G really does have her kindly fangs in deep on Anna's personality right now. "Full steam ahead. Or water vapor. Either way." All right, now there's no more talking. As they breach the clouds, Anna takes one hand and pumps her fist in the air in triumph, even though she's still not opening her eye or mouth just because it seems, uh, safest for the moment.
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"Think we're close enough? Or..."