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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 hasn't seen Oscar in a grip, and it's only because of that that she doesn't really notice anything new or strange about the one standing before her right now.
"What do you think about some good old fashioned Earth music?" she asks, smiling with just a whole lot of tension finally working its way out of her system. She knows that some of this has got to be the Pthumerians' doing, but fuck it, if MG can make her feel happy like this then she might have a new favorite god. "The real one's got way more texture in it, but I'm only one girl, you know? I should play you the original sometime."
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Ossi declared, somewhat star struck and giddy from the atmosphere. She had known Anna was really cool, but this was another level. Pthumerian involvement or no, she was eager to find out more about what her adopted sister could do.
"Everything from Earth seems really cool. There's so many different versions of it, but it's amazing how the basics-- like music-- are still kinda the same on them all."
Not that Remnant didn't have arts and music, but there was a reason the kingdom that became Atlas had tried to ban it. Art carried with it a legitimately dangerous element, and they all needed to be a little careful about getting too carried away.
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God knows she's found strength in it wherever she can, whether it's texture-heavy indie rock or the shifting meters of modern prog or the tube fuzz of the classics. "It's a big reason that, back home, I made local music as big a part of my life as I could. Everyone has a different story and a different way to tell it, but it's all in the same language. That's just one way, but I still know a few other takes on it. Just figured that this audience would be super into the stuff about, you know. What I said."
Music is kind of the fastest way to get Anna talking, influences of a Pthumerian or not, and she puts a hand behind her head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I really love this kind of stuff. You should teach me music from Remnant one of these days."
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"I don't think it's that different," She said, grinning. "We might have some different names for things, but the sounds are the same."
Truly, it was amazing.
"Looks like the one thing that unites us all is... music."
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She could think of a couple he might've liked hearing, mostly Decemberists stuff from that one folk album they did that she was only passingly familiar with. But that's what folk was about, right? Three chords and the truth.
Well, that's punk. But it's all the same. She ducked backstage real quick to look for an acoustic, but motioned for him to follow so they could keep talking.