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Cath~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 21:30 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry surveyed her hand of cards with mild interest, her analytical mind quickly assessing the potential for victory. Amidst the seemingly random assortment, she noted a pair of queens, a pair of sixes, and a pair of aces. The remaining card held the promise of completing yet another set. Her eyes flickered to Nora as the game unfolded, her competitive nature lurking just beneath her composed exterior. "I would've had you all on your knees begging for mercy if we were playing Monopoly," Andry muttered, a nasty scowl on her face. The competitive spark in her eyes hinted at a no-nonsense approach to gaming. In the realm of cards, she was a strategist, analyzing every move with the precision of a seasoned tactician. Everyone had tells, and while she didn't quite mind if she learned something and lost... it was infinitely better to win. As Nora inquired about going first, Andry seized the opportunity, jumping in. "Nora, my lovely friend. Do you have a jack?" she asked, her tone casual but betraying an underlying seriousness. A moment of tension hung in the air as Nora revealed her cards, and Andry's gaze lingered on the game with a quiet intensity. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 02:37 (1 Year ago) |
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It was like staring into a mirror at her unregressed self, confused at the presence of blades and the winged one, platitudes of terror in her eyes, purple hair flowing like an aura. Alaire turned slightly, always keeping her in eyesight, as she dragged her blade along the rocky stone walls, sharpening its edge. "Profanities in front of one of the winged ones... how unwise." The statement was simple, and could be directed at any number of people. But she and her mirror both knew who the words were intended for. "Little moth gone astray, lured in by the bright brilliance of the amber flame..." Ravings of a madwoman, perhaps. Or just another prophecy from the tumbling timelines, spilling from her careless lips. AC scowled at the crowd, trying to find any source of humanity. The purposely clumsy idiot was going on about being an angel or something. But the emo kid actually seemed like he knew what he was talking about. The stark calmness her projected was... terrifying. And as the world sped about them, blurs of people dancing at the edges of her vision, she ground to a halt, staring at them as if rooted to the ground. She narrowed her eyes as if figuring out a piece of a particularly difficult puzzle. "You know something." The most eloquent thing she could have said. Really nice, AC. But the stupid girl kept flirting with him, mocking him, refusing to acknowledge the intelligence behind his eyes. "Angel girl, shut up. You're not helping." [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 02:03 (1 Year ago) |
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Any second, the many-winged creature would make its announcement, and then the pandemonium would increase. Miyasaki was here somewhere... she wondered when she would run into him. She usually waited for him on the 73rd floor if she craved companionship. That was becoming a less and less common occurrence as each time, she remembered that he probably wouldn't remember, creating a strange dichotomy. But she had convinced many of the lesser demons that the sky was red. It was only a problem when his perception check went high... but her charisma was nearly impossible to ignore. So she watched and she waited, her stilettos clicking ominously on the stone of the first floor chamber, swinging her blade in a clean arc. No one dared come near her after that. She would have been standing in a lonely island was her back not to the uncomfortable wall. She always appeared in this corner. It was either fight the miserable tide of people that threatened to strangle her to get the Miyasaki, inconveniently spawning on the other side of the tower, or make friends with the non-regs. She usually chose option three and struck out alone. Screw people. More than half of them died in the first day. three quarters wouldn't live to see the end of the weak. Attachment was stupid. She shouldered her knife, gazing skywards, or at where the sky would be if she wasn't trapped in this monolith. AC had started to shove the people getting too close. This was ridiculous. They all seemed to be waiting for an announcement that she wasn't sure would ever come. Some girl flailed into her as she dove backwards purposely, a guy with a baseball bat appearing to threaten her as her received the brunt of her force. As he pushed her away, she then careened into AC. "Please," she scoffed. "I know you don't want her as your problem, but low blow shoving her into me." She debated flipping them both of, but decided against it. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 00:24 (1 Year ago) |
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Her eyes found the many-winged creature, and she stared for a minute. Had she...? No. She rarely even asked Ollie to get Doobs to share his stash. Besides. This was far too vivid anyway. She put up her arms, bracing herself against the tide of people, adopting a defensive stance as she would on a soccer field. Stupid people. They were all ants to this thing. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 00:18 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг As the exchange of personal histories continued, Andry's annoyance grew more palpable. Buraddo's dream of becoming a lawyer struck her as mundane and uninteresting. Stella and Nora's banter only served to exacerbate her irritation. She maintained a neutral expression, silently counting the minutes until the train would finally stop and she could make her exit. Her mind, however, was far from the light-hearted chatter around her. The upcoming crime scene beckoned, a realm where she felt more in control and less burdened by the trivialities of small talk. The constant buzz of the train grated on her nerves, each passing moment amplifying her impatience to get to the heart of the matter. The sooner the train reached its destination, the sooner she could immerse herself in the dark intricacies of the case at hand. Waiting was often the worst part. Andry acknowledged this. She hated it with a passion. Yet she was able to put aside her feelings. That alone made her one of the most patient people in the world. She watched them closely, her eyes like lasers, dragging across the scene in front of her. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 02/01/2024 00:12 (1 Year ago) |
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Name- AC - real name unknown Age- 19 Gender- Female Sexuality- Unknown. Appearance- Medium length brown hair. Not quite wavy, not quite straight. On the short side. Permanent sarcastic smirk. Personality- Rather sarcastic, kind of a bitch. Resourceful, creative, enigmatic. Adaptable. She often enjoys messing with people for no apparent reason. She enjoys keeping people guessing about her intentions... and the attention. Backstory- Grew up in a very ordinary household, with her mom, dad, and brother. They are mundane... she is not. Because of this discrepancy, she experienced late-onset depression and left to find her own way. Her stories from her time with her family should be taken with suspicion. Stats- Str 3, Dex 6, Int 9, Chr 8, Luck 5 Inherent Ability- [Born of Clay (A+)] [Earth and Terrain Manipulation. Very Low Level.] [NON PLAYER CHARACTER] Name- Alaire Atlas Age- 19(~3900) Gender- Female Sexuality- Bi(on and off with Miyasaki; some other dalliances) Appearance- Blue-purple hair. Oversized sweatshirts and short skirts. Wears tall heeled boots, or short socks/running sneakers. She’s obviously gorgeous and dresses the part to use looks to her advantage. Many a person has fallen in love with her at first sight. Personality- She used to be flirtatious, determined, extroverted, and friendly. Now she is analytical and determined. A little more stubborn, but very objective. She has always been insightful, observant, light-hearted, open-minded, and is an amazing listener. Backstory- 400 regressions, all spent with Miyasaki. She did not keep her memories until the 76th regression. In every life, she crawls her way out of poverty, her intellect always growing before the tower, where she explores the strange structure. Sometimes, she's a freedom fighting exterminator, other times a double agent for the monsters on the 73rd floor... they have an accord. Usually finds her way back to Miyasaki, whom she has a strange relationship with; both physically intimate but somewhat emotionally withdrawn. He can never be considered a constant in her life as he has always been erratically unpredictable... and that's fine for her. Alaire is independent anyway, taking a delight in the idiocy of the travelers. But now that his memories are fading, she has a single-minded determination to find out the cause and stop it. It's unclear whether her primary motivation is to save him or prevent the same from happening to her. Stats- Str 10, Dex 10, Int 10, Chr 12(+), Luck 10. Inherent Ability- [Interpersonal Perception (Passive) (B)] [The ability to perfectly sense people’s emotions (not the reasons, but whether they are concerned, excited, in love, etc.) and whether or not people are telling her the truth (but not what the truth is if they’re lying)] [The Way of the Charismatic (S)] [Charisma gets a permanent 2 point stat buff. when using charisma, all other stats (except strength) have a chance to increase anywhere from 1-3 skill points] Other- She is fast. A track runner in every incarnation, she has near inhuman stamina and a decent sprint pace. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Wed, 20/12/2023 01:33 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry seized the opportunity to redirect the conversation, her dry tone cutting through the fleeting warmth that had briefly colored their interaction. "Someday," she echoed, her voice regaining its customary detachment. She was done with pleasantries for the time being. Her gaze shifted to Nora, who was now nestled against the table as if it were a comforting companion. "Nice to see you've found a friend in the furniture. Cuddling with the tables now, are we?" Andry remarked, the sarcasm returning to her tone. "That must be veeery comfortable. A wooden embrace – the new standard in emotional furniture relationships. I mean, who knew tables could be such 'supportive' friends?" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms dismissively. "And since you're clearly not getting the hint, let me make it abundantly clear. It's your turn, Detective. Since we're all baring our souls today, how about a glimpse into the enigma that is Buraddo Jimu?" The challenge was veiled in a layer of casual banter, but Andry's analytical mind was already calculating the potential reactions and outcomes of her query. It was her patented formula. Be acerbic and cruel. Immediately follow it up with something sarcastic or vaguely humorous to backtrack. Then, because a single joke usually broadcasted to the world that she was in a sunshiny mood, ask a serious question to disarm them. Bonus point for maximum dramatization. [Read more] |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Wed, 20/12/2023 01:11 (1 Year ago) |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Wed, 13/12/2023 06:37 (1 Year ago) |
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"Stay with him." Dee taunted it. "See if I care. Good riddance, too." Of course it wouldn't. The pomegranate scarab still viewed Dee as its lord and savior. She pointed turned away from it, tilting her head at Mona's words. That was curious. Come to think of it, she had only really seen the species in arid climates during her travels. "Well, we've already established it's stupid." But that didn't explain why there had been at least one other in the woods. "Perhaps they just wandered north, or some eggs were accidentally transported up here in a caravan with pomegranate shipment. Or, going out on a limb, we don't know what we're dealing with. Perhaps the Dark Enchantress's influence is screwing up the climate zones?" She shrugged. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 13/12/2023 06:14 (1 Year ago) |
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Dee sighed, nudging the bug away from her. "Again, stranger. I am Dark Chocoalate Daffodil Cookie, aka, Dee for short. I only know you as the one who tried to stop me from going in the woods... Should of listened to you, wouldn't have ended up with this lump. Who might you be?" The bug took the hint and moved away from her. Finally. She could her the click of its legs on the flagstones, and turned to see it wandering over to Roo. It liked Roo. Roo smelled like moon. The scarab liked the moon. It was much nicer than the scorching sun. Peering up at Roo from its one red eye, it tilted its head. They were both ruby, too. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 13/12/2023 03:34 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry maintained a composed silence, her expression revealing nothing as Nora extended the invitation for a future get-together. The idea of relaxing in the company of colleagues seemed foreign to Andry, who often kept a careful distance from personal entanglements. Yet, beneath the cool exterior, a subtle curiosity lingered. Nora's persistence in trying to pull Andry from her calculated reserve intrigued the profiler, and the offer of camaraderie in the form of a casual drink stirred a cautious interest. Nora's playful demeanor, punctuated by laughter and cheeky winks, seemed to resonate with the vibrations of the train. The rhythmic hum of the journey blurred the edges of Andry's perceptions, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding interactions. As Nora continued her banter with Stella, Andry weighed the implications of accepting such an invitation. She contemplated the potential benefits and risks, her mind operating like a finely tuned machine, evaluating the social dynamics at play. The prospect of stepping outside her comfort zone was met with a measured response. After a prolonged silence that felt like an eternity in the context of their conversation, Andry leaned back, her expression shifting to a more contemplative demeanor. Alcohol... it did things to people. She knew that intimately, despising the change. "Someday, perhaps, Mawer. It's not exactly my... scene," she finally conceded, the words escaping with a hint of reservation. The idea of socializing outside the rigid framework of work was a calculated risk, one that Andry approached with caution. Her attention turned to Buraddo, curious to see what the head detective would add in response to Nora's question. They were the real enigma. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/12/2023 19:50 (1 Year ago) |
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She turned to the other cookie apologetically. "I'm sorry. It's Rosewater Cookie, right? I'm not sure if we were formally introduced. I'm Dark Chocolate Daffodil, Dee. This thing has been following me for the last two hours. Tried to fight me when it saw me, and then followed me when we fled from one of his giant brothers." She shrugged. "It's obviously kind of stupid. Doesn't realize I don't want it here." She said the words very pointedly. The bug was completely oblivious. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/12/2023 18:32 (1 Year ago) |
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"Sorry about breakfast..." she sighed, knowing she had been rude. But everyone had just been so present... It was like a claustrophobia of personalities. "I'm glad I met up with you here before you all got too far. Are you still on your way to Amaryllis City?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/12/2023 04:17 (1 Year ago) |
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In the heart of the dense woodland, Dee found herself needing a breather from the melodramatic dynamics within her group. She hated feeling... mean. But she was easily fed up with people. It was part of the reason that she was confident that she would never be a good wife. Cookies could be tiresome. Seeking solitude, she ventured off the beaten path, stumbling upon a serene clearing bathed in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Dee sat in the lotus position, working through her breathing forms. She really didn't mind people. Not really. She was just easily frustrated. Mona and Lem and Roo and Ace all seemed okay. Instead, it was Dee who had gone from solitude to living in a house with half a dozen people overnight. As she attempted to gather her thoughts, an unexpected interruption materialized in the form of a pomegranate scarab. These beetles were annoying, and usually hostile. This one was small, but still posed a threat. Swift to respond, Dee drew her sais, ready to engage in a dance of precision and agility with the intruder. The scarab, adorned in a resplendent shade of red, proved to be an adversary of formidable prowess. It's emerald wings and golden horns glinted in the morning sun. One shot from her blowgun under its carapace, and Dee would be fine. But it glared up at her, squaring up. The ensuing skirmish, devoid of grandiosity or theatricality, saw Dee sheathing her sais. Aiming with her blowgun and darts, she used her fairly nimble nature to maintain a strategic distance, deftly thwarting the advances of her hostile opponent. The only word to describe it was sparring. The small creature had clearly been taken aback by her presence, already on its guard. A distant rustle in the underbrush heralded the arrival of a more formidable pomegranate scarab, its menacing visage dwarfing both its predecessor... and Dee. She was completely outclassed now. One swipe from its pincers and Dee was done for. She could beat it, but that would take time and energy. Time and energy Dee didn't feel like expending. Realizing the asymmetry of the impending confrontation, Dee made a pragmatic decision—retreat. The smaller scarab, displaying an unexpected tenacity, chose to abandon its hostile stance, fleeing after Dee. It had likely been running to avoid becoming lunch meat. The large scarab was pursuing, and Dee shot a spread of darts to slow it down. She heard the thing clicking over the undergrowth behind her, chasing her down. Together, Dee and the dwarf navigated the tangled undergrowth, the relentless pursuit of the larger scarab serving as a constant reminder of the impending threat. Finally, she lost him. She bent over, panting from the chase. That was... close. Dee realized she was far from the cabin now, and decided to make her way towards the western road, which, although in the opposite direction, would be the fastest way to the mountain city. She stuck a finger in her mouth, pulling it out to feel the wind. Checking the sun, she realized she was currently facing East. She turned, pleased to realize she would be heading downwind from the Pomegranate Scarab. Looking down, she stifled a scream. The small scarab, barely coming up to her waist was still there. Why? Was it going to attack? No, she didn't think it would. Confusion etched across Dee's face; she couldn't fathom why this pomegranate scarab, which had been hostile just moments ago, wasn't sinking its pincers into her. Tentatively, she tried shooing it away, thinking it had some sort of delayed attack plan. But the scarab remained unfazed, almost like it had adopted her as its unlikely protector. No. It couldn't be here. It couldn't stay with her. She turned to leave, assuming it would wander off. She took one step. Then another. Then another. It was still watching her. "Bye..." she said with a shrug, walking off. She hadn't gotten more than a dozen paces when she heard a strange clicking sound. She froze. The noise stopped. Dee cocked her head, listening. After a moment of frozen stillness, she tried to brush of the disconcerting feeling. Nothing. She started to walk again, blaming as a trick of the mind. Three steps later, the shuffling clicks started again. She froze, and the noise stopped. This was... weird. Dee took a single step, hearing a few clicks. Then another. Whipping her head around, she saw the tiny scarab behind her. It was following her. "What the heck? Go away! Shoo!" She was actually annoyed now, the creature not taking the hint. Dee glared at the beetle, who gazed back at her with a blank look in its single ruby eye. She turned on her heel, marching through the forest, an unnecessary and unfathomable rage boiling inside her as Dee heard it following her. She balled her hands into fists, trying to keep from screaming. Whirling back around, she shot it her most venomous look. Grabbing a berry of a nearby branch, Dee got an idea. "See the nice berry? I'll give it to you if you leave." It blinked. "Yeah? Okay... fetch!" She tossed the berry into the undergrowth behind her. "Oh for CRYING OUT LOUD!" As Dee trudged through the stages of disbelief, denial, and attempts at dismissal, the scarab persisted in its dogged loyalty. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that a creature she'd considered an adversary was now steadfastly following her like a peculiar shadow. With each futile attempt to rid herself of the scarab, from dismissive gestures to sarcastic remarks, Dee found herself slowly transitioning through the stages of grief. Finally, acceptance settled in, begrudgingly acknowledging that this unexpected companion had firmly woven itself into the fabric of her peculiar adventure. And so, amidst the woods, Dee's solo quest evolved into an unintentional duo, the scarab and her, navigating the challenges ahead with an odd camaraderie born from the quirks of the unexpected. "Stupid creature..." she muttered under her breath. As the woodland foliage gradually gave way to the outskirts of the capital city, Dee, her sarcastic demeanor still intact, couldn't shake off the persistent presence of her newfound companion. The scarab, however, seemed to interpret Dee's actions as those of a savior—a perception she was quick to dismiss. It drew a bunch of stares, scuttling behind her on the cobble streets. But then Dee finally found Mona and Ruby, the group talking to some more strange cookies. "Hello, Mona, darling. And Little Roo! Didjya miss me?" She beamed, happy to see them despite herself. The creature cowered behind her. She was going to kill it. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 10/12/2023 05:17 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry listened to Nora's lively account with an air of detached interest, her expression betraying little emotion. As Nora shared snippets of her suburban upbringing, sports endeavors, and the unexpected turn towards detective work, Andry nodded politely in acknowledgment. The revelation of the Atsushi scholarship prompted a faint quirk of Andry's eyebrow, a subtle acknowledgment of the irony presented. "Interesting journey you've had," Andry remarked, her voice cool and measured. "Leaving behind one's destined path for the unpredictability of detective work." She met Nora's toothy grin with a reserved nod, her analytical mind already at work, sifting through the layers of information presented. Andry's gaze momentarily shifted away, her eyes unfocused as if she were lost in introspection. The enigma of her own past lingered like a silent specter, and while she maintained a facade of stoicism, the internal gears turned with calculated precision. The revelations Nora offered were processed with a discerning eye, extracting not just the words but the nuances between them. "I can relate to that. There is no world where I'm supposed to be here." In the brief pause that followed, Andry's composed exterior concealed a subtle probing. She examined Nora with a renewed focus, as if searching for the underlying currents that shaped her narrative. The profiler in Andry reveled in these moments, extracting meaning from the tapestry of words laid before her. Her response was measured, revealing little of the intricate calculations transpiring within her mind. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 10/12/2023 04:50 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry's expression remained inscrutable as Nora suggested sharing personal information, a notion that seemed to flutter on the edges of her comfort zone. The idea of baring her own history, of unraveling the tightly wound threads of her past, was met with a silent resistance. Personal revelations were vulnerabilities, and Andry guarded hers with practiced diligence. The young profiler reclined in her seat, casting a fleeting glance at Nora before offering a measured response. "Not much to share, really," she began, her tone neutral. "Grew up with just my mother, navigating the world as best we could. Took advantage of the AIs, turned a basic profit from unsuspecting humans. Orphaned after a while." It was a narrative hinted at but not fully unveiled. There was an unspoken history lingering beneath the surface, a tale that Andry chose not to disclose in its entirety. The rhythm of her words held a detached cadence, a reflection of the emotional distance she maintained. "After some time, I was adopted. Grew up unconventionally, made my way here," she continued, brushing against the surface of her past without delving too deeply. The word 'adopted' carried a strange emphasis, an inflection that hinted at complexities left unspoken. Andry did not elaborate, allowing the brief recounting to hang in the air like a veiled mystery. The train's rhythmic motion hummed in the background as Andry subtly shifted the focus back to Nora. The old woman stirred slightly. "That's my quota for personal information for the day. Your turn, Mawer," she prompted, her gaze steady. The inquiry was delivered with an air of detached curiosity, a desire to redirect the conversation away from her own history. Andry's reluctance to unveil more about herself stood as a silent challenge, an unspoken dare for Nora to reveal more of her own narrative. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 10/12/2023 01:25 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry raised an eyebrow at Nora's declaration of murderous cuteness, her dry humor returning. "Adorable and deadly, what a combination," she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. As Nora flexed their biceps, Andry's gaze flickered briefly to the display of strength, her expression unchanging. "Impressive," she conceded with a nonchalant nod, choosing not to engage further in the display of physical prowess. Andry stepped onto the train, maintaining a careful distance from the ongoing banter and potential theatrics. Observing from a slight remove, she noticed Stella offering a candy to Nora, a gesture of camaraderie in the aftermath of the chase. The exchange seemed genuine, a brief respite from the usual cynicism that permeated their interactions. However, Andry's suspicion persisted beneath the surface. Nora's energetic facade and overt attempts to downplay any discomfort hinted at a deliberate masking of vulnerability. The flexing of biceps and the whistling served as diversionary tactics, a calculated effort to shift the focus away from any potential injury. So they were hurt. And lying. Andry was a profiler... she understood how people worked. As the train doors closed and the journey commenced, Andry settled into her seat, her thoughts returning to the familiar realm of introspection. The pattern was all too familiar—whenever she extended a metaphorical hand to assist, it was met with a metaphorical burn. The desire to help, to connect on a more human level, had been a vulnerability she learned to conceal over the years. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 09/12/2023 04:20 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andry smirked at Nora's relentless cheerfulness, her eyes narrowing slightly as the younger detective offered unsolicited fashion advice. "Oh, forgive me for not adhering to your style guide, Detective Mawer," she muttered under her breath, her tone dry and clipped. The notion of appearing "cute" held little appeal for Andry, who preferred the unadorned efficiency of her own presentation. Stella's inquiry about assisting Nora garnered a dismissive shrug from Andry. "Let the quarterback handle it," she quipped, a smirk playing on her lips. It wasn't her fault that she did research on her compatriots. Nora's energetic pursuit might have been amusing, but Andry had little inclination to involve herself in the impromptu chase. However, as Nora returned to the group, winded and nursing the aftermath of the encounter, Andry's amusement shifted to mild concern. She watched as Nora muttered a venomous directive not to say anything, shooting a pointed glare in her direction. Andry met Nora's gaze with an arched eyebrow, a silent acknowledgment of their request. As Nora fell back in step with the group, Andry decided to play along with the charade. "Well, Detective Mawer," she drawled, adopting an exaggeratedly innocent expression, "I must say, that was quite the spectacle. Just trying to maintain your cutesy appearance, I assume?" Her tone held a hint of mockery, a subtle dig at Nora's earlier advice on first impressions. Circling them and brushing dirt from Nora's coat lapels, Andry continued the jest. "You know, appearances matter. Can't have an esteemed detective looking anything less than adorable." The sarcasm dripped from her words as she rolled her eyes. Setting aside the teasing, Andry's tone shifted to a more genuine concern as she asked, "Are you okay, Mawer? Taking a hit like that can't be... pleasant." The cynicism momentarily gave way to a brief flicker of genuine inquiry, a subtle acknowledgment of their shared humanity beneath the veneer of detective personas. If they got hurt, that would be an insurmountable setback to the case. No matter what she might say, no one could doubt Nora's competence. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 08/12/2023 20:53 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andrael's lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile at Stella's parting words. The banter had run its course, and beneath the surface of their exchange, Andry sensed a subtle shift in Stella's demeanor. The detective's smile and hands in her pockets betrayed a genuine enjoyment of the verbal sparring, a sentiment that echoed Andry's own appreciation for the dance of words. "They would suit you. And they would look good on you as well." Stella's parting remark was layered with a subtle acknowledgment, a veiled admission that beneath the facade of banter, there existed a shared understanding. Andry caught the nuance, the unspoken truth that hinted at a depth beyond the superficial exchanges. A fleeting moment of introspection crossed Andry's mind. The woman was twice her age... Andry assumed the comment wasn't flirtatious. But everyone could always use a bit more perspective. Fair enough. Stella's purported vacant expressions were dismissed as a carefully constructed facade, a calculated choice to present an unassuming front. While the detective's demeanor might lean toward the meek and, in Andry's eyes, still a tad mundane, the profiler couldn't ignore the undercurrent of shrewdness that lurked beneath. The sharpness in Stella's responses hinted at a deliberate strategy, a conscious effort to navigate their banter while concealing a more astute intellect. Andry, perpetually cynical, recognized the nuances that spoke of a subtle strength in Stella, an unassuming sharpness that contradicted any initial assumptions of dullness. In a world where appearances often deceived, Andry found a begrudging appreciation for Stella's quiet acumen, a quality that added a layer of complexity to their evolving collaboration. She was marginally less boring now. "Overperformer. Hardly. I'm just a bit of a specialist. Thank you, Detective De Caelo," Andry corrected, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "And I hope you're prepared to put in the work. No junior detectives means everyone's doing their fair share of leg work and research." [Read more] |