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victory_road2018-03-19 10:45 am
heartandsoul) wrote in victory_road2018-03-19 10:45 am
Entry tags:
- chloe price (life is strange),
- daine sarrasri (the immortals),
- dipper pines (gravity falls),
- edward elric (fullmetal alchemist 2003),
- eridan ampora (homestuck),
- jinx (teen titans),
- keith (voltron),
- lust (fullmetal alchemist),
- maka albarn (soul eater),
- mami tomoe (puella magi madoka magica),
- newt scamander (harry potter),
- saruhiko fushimi (k),
- sasha braus (attack on titan),
- shadowmaru (brave police j-decker),
- takashi "shiro" shirogane (voltron),
- vanitas (kingdom hearts)
1st Soul | Video/Action for New Bark + beginning route
[For the moment there's...fog on the screen, like someone breathed on it. Then a hand comes into view, writing something with the pointer finger.]
42-42--[The voice accompanies the numbers it's writing.]--564, whenever you wanna knock on Death's door.
[Nothing happens, which seems to be the opposite of what the user wanted. The fog dissipates and all that's left is the view of, honestly, something quite alarming at first glance: a close up of someone's sweater-clad abdomen where it looks as though they had been bleeding before turning on the video. The camera rolls up away from the sight to show a young girl, face just as worn down as the sweater, the only spots not touched by some kind of grime form a trail down from her eyes--tear tracks, perhaps.]
What does that mean...? He's not here? That couldn't be right, even if the book said--[The girl pulls back the 'gear, turning it so the view is focused instead on the Rufflet on her shoulder rather than her face.] This is recording, isn't it? Hmm... [She won't turn the focus back on herself despite the Rufflet appearing shy at being on screen.] Scythe Meister Maka Albarn here, is there anybody from the Academy out there? I couldn't contact Lord Death, and...
[The mission went sour. But they would know that, she doesn't need to share it on what might possibly be a public feed.]
I'm lost. Please contact me ASAP. Thank you.
[The feed ends there, Maka is left thinking about what to do next as she wanders forward--"Mom" pushed her out before she could clean up and change, just left her with a book and some vague "welcome to the world of Pokemon" instructions. This is too much considering before she was in a terrible struggle with its own set of issues to confront.]
42-42--[The voice accompanies the numbers it's writing.]--564, whenever you wanna knock on Death's door.
[Nothing happens, which seems to be the opposite of what the user wanted. The fog dissipates and all that's left is the view of, honestly, something quite alarming at first glance: a close up of someone's sweater-clad abdomen where it looks as though they had been bleeding before turning on the video. The camera rolls up away from the sight to show a young girl, face just as worn down as the sweater, the only spots not touched by some kind of grime form a trail down from her eyes--tear tracks, perhaps.]
What does that mean...? He's not here? That couldn't be right, even if the book said--[The girl pulls back the 'gear, turning it so the view is focused instead on the Rufflet on her shoulder rather than her face.] This is recording, isn't it? Hmm... [She won't turn the focus back on herself despite the Rufflet appearing shy at being on screen.] Scythe Meister Maka Albarn here, is there anybody from the Academy out there? I couldn't contact Lord Death, and...
[The mission went sour. But they would know that, she doesn't need to share it on what might possibly be a public feed.]
I'm lost. Please contact me ASAP. Thank you.
[The feed ends there, Maka is left thinking about what to do next as she wanders forward--"Mom" pushed her out before she could clean up and change, just left her with a book and some vague "welcome to the world of Pokemon" instructions. This is too much considering before she was in a terrible struggle with its own set of issues to confront.]
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Ah That's not her business.]
It's okay, I don't usually talk to civilians about Lord Death, so I hope my answers made sense. [Without missing a beat, she nods.] It's nice to meet you, Miss Chloe.
["Civilians" and "Lord Death" together, if that doesn't sound culty enough.]
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Did you just call me "Miss"? I'm... I'm 20. Don't ever do that again.
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[It. It just flies out of her mouth before she really takes the time to think about it. Age is such an odd thing to confront in Death City considering most Meisters only make it to their thirties if they're particularly lucky.]
But if it really bothers you, I can just say Chloe.
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Oh, yikes. Yeah, uh. Just Chloe is fine. I already feel like enough of a mom dealing with my Snorlax and that's as close as I ever wanna get.
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Snorlax? What kind of Pokemon is that? It sounds like a medicine.