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Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ Pʏʀᴏᴘᴇ ♎ ([personal profile] jurisimprudence) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2020-10-12 01:53 am

[ text / action for new bark town ] (cw: blood, probably talk of death/violence)

A. text

TWO TH1NGS

F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK

S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?


[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]

B. action

[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]

[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]

[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]
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[personal profile] amaure 2020-10-12 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
My condolences, I would ordinarily hope that the death was a peaceful one, but considering your concerns about the blood that was once fresh, I would say all evidence points to "no". A pity, really. Fortunately for you, however, death means little here, as you can see by the fact you need not worry about the onset of rigor mortis.

Small blessings.

Nevertheless, welcome to this queer crossroads of the quite apparent multiverse, I am Solus zos Galvus, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

As for the matter of your clothing, if you have not discovered it already, within the knapsack you were bequeathed, there is likewise a spare outfit--yet another point of fortune in your favor, aren't you a lucky one?

As for the blood itself, might I suggest soaking it in cold water with a touch of salt. This will make your scrubbing of the stain far more fruitful of an endeavor. The use of the soap is optional, but it certainly would not hurt.
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[personal profile] amaure 2020-10-12 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
You are hardly alone in such anticipation. Alas.

You are correct in that all whom arrive indeed suffer the same treatment upon their arrival. While I've not the solid proof to prove this, a running theory I find myself ever beholden to is that we are in a simulation of some sort. Thus when one arrives, all experience the same scenario. The script never changes, yet the world at large does.

It is all rather fascinating--or would be, if it was more carefully constructed. But never you mind about that, the flaws and inconsistencies of this star will be apparent in time.

Regardless, you are most certainly welcome. Need you guidance, all you must needs do is ask. I shall be glad to provide it.
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[personal profile] amaure 2020-10-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Believe it or not, there are those skeptical of such an obvious truth, despite the evidence. I suppose any fool will look for scraps to bolster whatever plausible deniability there is for their own meager comfort and limited understanding of the world.

Though perhaps it is unkind of me to be so judgmental, when I well know there are those among us who have nary beheld an electronic ere their arrival, let alone a video game.
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[personal profile] amaure 2020-10-19 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
Worry not, I know well man's idiocy, likely better than most, but enough about that.

Whence I hail is a star by the name of Hydaelyn, or so some would claim. In myriad ways it is similar to this one, in others it varies beyond comprehension. Mine is a world where magic thrives, and technological advancements are pressing forth with breakneck speeds. Much like this one, it is filled with monsters, though unlike here, those monsters are a fair bigger threat, and far more lethal of an encounter for any whom might find themselves unskilled in combat.

That is to say, that while you will find any measure of your strength that might have exceeded a human's capability gone, these creatures cannot bring about your demise.

Nothing can, in fact. Just a small tip from me to you. You're welcome.

But pray, tell me of your world, Mistress Pyrope. Of whence you hail? I can only imagine the dangers it must be fraught with, if you should be arriving after your untimely demise.
Edited 2020-10-19 10:26 (UTC)