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andrea~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sun, 17/08/2025 05:54 (6 Hours ago) |
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The Ankrah character a box allowing you to see one of the two hundred possible futures Weakness- Many tend to do things based on the future, and eventually lose their minds. Keep it mind, that this is just a “possible” future. You should never depend on it. The Tandem character a butterfly necklace allowing you to warp into the earth, harnessing it’s might to create creatures with you inside, to fight. However it takes a lot of energy, and you have to make sure you reform correctly, otherwise you will suffocate. The wielder commonly uses it to travel long distances fast and make sneak attacks, or pass through solid objects The Domberdem character a ring that grants its user the ability to heal, revive and shield their allies. It’s a very powerful object, and each ability has a cool down of 1 hour. The healer and the person being healed must be stationary for the period of healing The Tomberlane character it is a small, phone like device that when used, grants the user the ability to enter a cyberspace. However, they must stay within their chosen devices’ boundaries, and not travel to another device like from a laptop to another laptop. The boundaries are illuminated with a faint blue glow. When in the boundaries, the user can manipulate the computer however they wish, in a short period of time The Grendulas charactet it is a katana like sword. Slashing it in front of you, in an oddly specific direction, explodes anything it touches, except for Obsidues, a rare piece of material. The wielder must remember to put it safely back in its Obsidues-made casing. The Zukihili Tao RuoDie perhaps the most powerful, but also the most dangerous. Opening this locket enables you to wield the power of Gods, but will have a 95% chance of killing you each time round. It, when simply worn around the neck, grants you the power to wield the the elements, air water fire and earth, but you can only use one of them at any one time and each has a cool down of three hours. The Ongreuktnm res it grants the ability to tamper with light and darkness within a specific area of a specific amount of time. Multiple can be cast, but the greater the number the more drained the person will be. The most skilled can grant light to solely their allies, but once again, it is draining. The Sylfren character A silver whistle that summons a spectral steed that can hold up to five riders, capable of crossing any terrain at extreme speeds. Lasts as long as the user’s endurance. If the user dismounts before endurance is used up, it disappears regardless. The whistle only works on odd hours. Use it at even hours and evil spirits are summoned instead. Which could attack your enemies, but also your allies The Kaldorex character A mirror pendant that creates a clone of the user that mimics the user’s actions from any distance but cannot act independently. When destroyed before the natural limit, the user becomes disoriented for said period of time The Ylthari character A set of seven black marbles, that when thrown, expands into temporary, stationary barriers that are nearly indestructible. They fade after five minutes, and upon doing so, give the user a headache. (7 marbles = 7x headache effect) The Nivarx character A pair of gloves with glowing blue runes that duplicates and grants the skills and knowledge of another user they touched. Each use swaps out one current skill, and overuse can cause memory loss  Show
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sat, 16/08/2025 08:43 (1 Day ago) |
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Her hands hovered uselessly in the air as RuoXi scrambled back, tangling itself into a trembling heap on the floor. Its Vie swooped in, gathering it close, and the pained whining rang sorrowfully in the air And that shattered her. There you go again. Always overstepping. Hurting everything you touch. You really think you deserve to be a Lightchaser? Vice Captain? Pathetic. Lumiere must’ve been out of his damn mind picking you. …shut up. i didn’t mean to. Sure you don’t. But it keeps happening, doesn’t it? First me. Now this thing. Who’s next? He Lei? The whole team? Face it—you’re poison. A f***ing curse wrapped in pretty gold. Papa’s golden girl aren’t you? Her teeth dug into her lip hard enough to taste blood. The voice wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. you’re not her. she wouldn’t— Wouldn’t what? Hate you? After what you did. You think death made her forgive you? The whispers swarmed louder, drowning out her breathing, her thoughts. They weren’t just in her head anymore—they were under her skin, in her bones, twisting every doubt she’d ever choked back into a truth she couldn’t escape. They clawed and writhed under her skin, begging to be set free. Maybe they were right. Maybe she didn’t think the Tao name wasn’t a burden. You know you were made to be a killer, right? You’re just as bad as a rampaging Ames, if not worse. Scratch that, you are worse. At least the Ames don’t have control. You do. Her expression belayed none of the turmoil she was feeling. Only a warm, apologetic smile as she stood up, murmured a soft apology and left the carriage to go see what was going on outside. oh boy, this is right up your alley, isn’t it? you’d kill everyone in your way without batting an eye, oh my~ go on then, darling RuoDie muttered a soft “shut up” through gritted teeth. As she exited the carriage, He Lei bounded after her eagerly, ready to be her stalwart companion in battle once more. Only for RuoDie to snap- a bit too firmly “Not now, He Lei. This is too dangerous for you” She’d always protect her Ames. Especially when she was at far less risk than He Lei in front of the guards. ooh, playing the hero, are we? who are we trying to fool now? that you care? please, don’t make me laugh He Lei retreated like a kicked puppy. He’d never heard Mimi speak so…fiercely before. Not when he’d broken her favorite vase. Not when he’d lost the only necklace she’d ever treasured. He must have done something wrong. Really wrong. He slunk back into the carriage, fists beating against his head. Bad Ames. Bad Ames. Badterriblenogooduselessdisappointment. Shame on you. He Lei scolded himself, throwing himself to the floor of the carriage and crying. RuoDie stood elegantly outside the carriage “Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Fri, 15/08/2025 09:30 (2 Days ago) |
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It was not unlike a curious little creature, and RuoDie swore that if it were to assume a sentient form, it’d be an adorable Maine Coon, poking its furry little head everywhere, exploring everywhere it could and rubbing against any human that did so much as give them a treat or scratch behind the ear. Easily won over, inquisitive and distinctly catlike. RuoDie let it do as it pleased, to tangle itself all over her, venture where it wanted; as if the simple ribbon itself was attempting to reciprocate her given affections. And then the edges ventured out beyond her and towards her Ames, He Lei. The ribbon wriggled, once twice, almost like a cat waiting to pounce, before hunt it did with a gentle yet swift smack on the nose. It almost was if the ribbon was laughing as it darted back, having learnt its lesson and hiding among the dark tresses of RuoDie's hair. Not that it was hard to spot the red attempting to blend in among the black. RuoXi was like a playful cat, teasing He Lei yet quick to retreat into RuoDie, whom it had deemed its refuge. He Lei giggled when he was bopped on the nose yet again, pretending to snap playfully at the ribbon. He made no real attempts to eat it, especially given the fact that his Mimi had explicitly told him not to do so. RuoDie’s words were He Lei’s law. He wasn’t going to disobey, even if he now very much felt like chewing on the one Miss Liu LeQi’s hair for being so- in his opinion; cranky and un-friend-shaped. “Would you like me to patch you up, dear RuoXi?” RuoDie asks the ribbon tangled in her hair. She patted her pockets, then pulled out a small sewing kit from them. Doraemon pockets, He Lei had called it- after that day he had asked for seven different totally bizarre items, only for RuoDie to pull each and every single item out. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Thu, 14/08/2025 13:05 (2 Days ago) |
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Even if Miss Liu LeQi herself wasn't exactly pleased about it. Wasn't happy about it at all, to be honest. And as much as she cared about the one Madame Liu, all she really cared about was the fact that RuoXi seemed to enjoy her affections. Ames should be able to make their own decisions after all. And so, she continued to caress the tattered fabric, making sure it never got into complicated knots nor frayed itself even more. RuoDie wasn't sucking up to RuoXi. She was cherishing it. Just like how any mother cherished their child. As far as she was concerned, she had now taken it under her wing, along with the other Lightchasers she had four years or so ago RuoDie sat elegantly on the mahogany throne chair the Tao family had been gifted by some other stuck-up Vie family sometime ago. Inasmuch as she despised the symbolism of the chair, it was good for putting nobility in their place. Despite having been the head of the Taos for a while now, RuoDie still couldn't fathom how anyone could tolerate the egoistic Vie that sung praises of themselves and how oh so glorious they were. Quite frankly, if not for the fact that having power allowed her to care for more people, she'd have long just-- No, restrain yourself. She chided, hands clenching into fists. RuoDie's peace didn't last long, as some blonde haired man with the most god awful pearly whites walked- no, strutted into the room like he was the Prince of Nigeria or some other bullcrap along those lines "My lady! You are unfit to rule the house of Tao alone, without a man by your side. Your trades have been floundering lately, my poor Lady Tao! Of course, it's no wonder this happened, but fret not, for I come bearing a brilliant proposition" He flashed a smile that made RuoDie think that his gene pool needed more chlorine. However, she managed a smile, and asked "What do you have in mind, Lord An?" "But of course it is obvious, my dear incognizant Lady Tao. I want you to marry a rich and successful man like me, who can actually restore House Tao to glory, of course!" .......And now she was seconds away from wringing his neck off. Just brilliant. There he was, dripping with incompetence and narcissistic glee, yet RuoDie was quite sure it was his advisors that actually managed his business for him. Still, she forced a polite smile, and declined. Being the pompous prick that had never heard a no in his life, the man flew off the handles, sputtering incoherently and cursing RuoDie to hell and beyond. RuoDie didn't bite back, only showing him to the door with all the respect she could muster, and retreating to the quiet of her quarters, to focus on something. But the next day, news of the An's key factory in the remote countryside crumbling due to an infrastructure fault made headlines. Not that RuoDie had anything to do with it. She wasn't the one who had the building evacuated, then brought it down to the ground. It was just the poorly constructed support beams and crumbling plaster. Not her. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Wed, 13/08/2025 09:55 (4 Days ago) |
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Well that was too bad. Ruo Die thought to herself. She’d much rather the answer have been a yes, because she was going to do it anyway. After all, RuoDie never listened when someone’s health and wellbeing was in jeopardy. RuoDie thought, personally, that perhaps LeQi was being defensive because she took it as an insult. Which she understood, but then again, LeQi was no expert in woodwork, nor smithing. So like it or not, she would be trying her best to restore RuoXi to better condition. Even if she had to get He Lei to restrain LeQi while she did so. She was interrupted from her thoughts as the red cloth snaked over and rested itself on her leg, and RuoDie laughed softly. She found it cute, and she gently lifted the tattered red fabric, repositioning it so that it wouldn’t be stepped on, and instead rested comfortably across her lap. “Hello, dear RuoXi.” RuoDie greets, voice a soft, soothing sound that brimmed with tender compassion. Tired but motherly eyes looked down at the red fabric, and she touched it gently, almost reverently, her hand running along the frayed and tattered seams with a near featherlight brush. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Tue, 12/08/2025 08:07 (5 Days ago) |
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Quietly, she offered up “I can try and improve its condition, Madame Liu. Having to grow up myself meant I fixed my own clothes, and even built new furniture to help me reach certain places.” RuoDie gently distracted He Lei with a piece of gum, letting him chew out the itch in his jaw- and prevent another bite at the poor, already battered GuanDao. “I wouldn’t say I’m talented, but I can certainly make it better. There has been many a time He Lei required patching up, whether it be a dent or a minor malfunction from general wear and tear.” RuoDie digs into her pockets. Being the mom figure of the light chasers naturally meant having everything they needed on her person. How she carried them or how she knew what they needed, no one quite knew. But RuoDie had never backed down from a challenge before, and she certainly wasn’t afraid of helping people, albeit against their will. It was both an attempt at placating Liu LeQi, as well as genuine concern for the poor Ames, whom RuoDie was starting to care too much about. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Mon, 11/08/2025 00:53 (6 Days ago) |
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Gender: non binary they/them Age: 17 Birthday: they don’t know <3 Personality: street smart, but constantly getting into trouble. why do you think they are in this class? They can and will beat up any bully they can find- as long as they think they stands a chance of taking them on. otherwise, you can trust that honeyed words and whispered deceit will bring that person down from the inside out Personality Type: [Optional.] Description: Unnämed img 1 img 2 img 3 History: put into this class for circumcising a bully <3 Li Xue does have a record for going to extremes sometimes, but they swears they means well. [b]Sexuality: biromantic asexual [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sat, 09/08/2025 11:11 (8 Days ago) |
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With a determined glint in his eye, he makes one last snap at the sash, fails, then repositions Xi’er into a much more secure, and comfortable position. Something that LeQi still doesn’t get the privilege of. RuoDie whirls around and fixes He Lei with a firm glare, and the Ames, very grudgingly, also shifts LeQi into a slightly better position. Slightly. Seeing RuoXi and LeQi resonate so well together, He Lei is reminded of himself and RuoDie, and hence, decides against eating poor RuoXi. Though he had to admit, it still looked pretty tasty… “He Lei. No eating someone else’s weapons. Okay?” The second reminder even after He Lei decided against it himself caused the little gremlin to let out a huff, upset that he had been doubted (with very good reason), and so, he childishly stuck his tongue out at RuoDie [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Thu, 07/08/2025 03:20 (10 Days ago) |
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Besides, MiMi’s instructions only mentioned taking care of LeQi….there was technically nothing stopping him from chewing at Xi’er…..right? The splintered and cracked wood looked very chewable. After all, RuoDie had never stopped him from destroying tree branches. RuoDie, on the other hand, was preoccupied with searching for the rest of the Lightchasers- and planning out their respective escape routes, if needed. He Lei basically had free rein, since no one was watching. And boy was the little gremlin excited. Besides, what could LeXi really do? He was faster, and she was still, partially, crippled. Hmmm…. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Thu, 07/08/2025 00:31 (10 Days ago) |
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He Lei, who had somehow acquired an unlit match and was attempting to sneak up on Lumiere to light it, shoots Lumiere a cheeky, toothy grin, before sticking his tongue out at him. His Mimi didn’t tell him to do anything. So he wasn’t going to do anything. “No. Hehehehe. >:3 Sucks to suck, candlelabra” RuoDie cuffs him around the back of the head, and he whines “Owie :(“ She sighs, then she speaks up again. “He Lei, take LeQi and them along with us. Lumiere isn’t done with this matter yet” The exact same instruction, only this time in RuoDie’s voice. Hearing her voice, He Lei springs into action without hesitation, scooping LeQi up unceremoniously, before reluctantly shifting her into a princess carry upon RuoDie’s command (He was previously attempting to hold LeQi by the ankles) He Lei shoots off the ground like a firework, leaping nimbly into the air and landing not so gracefully on a rooftop, where RuoDie slowly made her way up and followed. He Lei thought he had been a very good Ames indeed, and so, he turned to RuoDie, seeking validation. Which RuoDie gave, in the form of a tired “Good job not setting Lumiere on fire. And for not dragging our esteemed guest Miss Liu LeQi on the ground.” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Wed, 06/08/2025 00:11 (11 Days ago) |
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“If you’re not a Lightchaser, do whatever, I can’t tell you what to do. And to those who are Lightchasers, whether you’re paired or unpaired. We’re leaving. Now. If you don’t want to listen, fine, but failure to comply means a nice big bowl of douzhi. And I’m not sparing you of sophora root tea.” RuoDie’s voice was firm, her threat a little weak-sounding, but any seasoned Lightchaser knew full well that the punishments were often very real, and very horrible to one’s poor tastebuds. Turning to Seraphina “Adele? Yeah. She was quite real. Something the matter? You can tell me back in safe grounds” She glances at LeQi and her new weapon, her eyes softening momentarily at the gentle interaction despite Xi’er’s worn and battered form, before being grabbed by He Lei and making their escape [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Tue, 05/08/2025 00:14 (12 Days ago) |
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RuoDie briefly glances at Liu LeQi, and her mouth presses into a thin, tight lipped smile. “It’s getting out of hand, to say the least. And to the stubborn Madam Liu…I fear you may not even have an Ames if you don’t swallow your pride and come help us.” She shoot Lumiere a pointed look, as if silently confirming whatever Lumiere was trying to ask. Hearing the bloodcurdling shriek, she sighs deeply, before watching as the glowing cage disappeared in front of their very eyes. With a quick snap of her fingers, He Lei nodded, bounding off to aid Sera, scooping the girl up and bringing her somewhere safer. RuoDie seemed to be contemplating something, her hands thrumming with energy, before they faded and disappeared back into her skin. Decided against it, it looked like. Because Lumiere knew Ruo Die would rather die than let her power go out of control again. Instead; she surged forward to assist He Lei, stumbled, and fell into He Lei’s concerned grip. He Lei squished his Vie’s cheeks worriedly “Mimi? Mimi??” He whirls around, setting RuoDie down next to Sera, and stomps over angrily to Lumiere. “You fix Mimi! You fix now-“ RuoDie got up once more, slowly, her head pounding like it was being thrown against the jagged rocks in a choppy sea, and He Lei rushed back to her side, nuzzling his face in Ruo Die’s hands with a delighted noise. It took all of two minutes for RuoDie to get back up with a bright smile, and Lumiere would have noticed how her ability restrictors were subtly slipped on, under the sleeves of their Lightchasers uniform. She pulls out a flask of water and a towel from her many pockets; wetting the towel and tenderly pressing it against Seraphina, murmuring soft words of comfort. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 11:55 (13 Days ago) |
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Behind her, she could sense Adele. The judgement of someone who didn’t understand. The frustration and underlying desire to strangle her. RuoDie couldn’t find it in her heart to blame Adele, yet… “Rest assured Madam…no ill will….aid…..suffering… destroyed my home and place of work…your team does not waste any time….” Oh, how RuoDie’s blood started to boil. To hear Adele speak so…callously about the poor Ames. She inhaled deeply, restraining herself. Adele had raised a fair point; the Ames had destroyed livelihoods and homes, as well as left a deep scar upon the hearts of the people in Chinatown. But still…. Regardless, she offers Adele a smile “You should probably help the rest with damage control. You mentioned living here? I’m sorry about your home- but since you’re offering your help, we could always use a hand. You know your way around better than we would. Offer comfort, clear whatever wreckage traps the townsfolk, you know?” As she turns away from Adele, her comms crackled to life; and Sera’s terrified plea comes through. “Lumiere, RuoDie, please hurry!…………I'm barely holding on!” optional reading below, read at own risk The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain. Ruo Die, with a heart too big for her own good, who felt every sorrow or pain her members faced. A fragile smile stitched onto a soft, yet tired face, heavy lidded eyes held open if only to see others smile. A heart so volatile shouldn’t be cursed with such heavy powers. What with the desire to do her team proud, to lead like the proper vice captain of the Lightchasers, the slight from Adele, the terrified cry of Sera, the sight of poor RuoXi in such a sorry state, and the urge to support Lumiere, it all crashed into RuoDie at once, sorrow and anger and pity and despair, pounding against the fragile heart like a sledgehammmer, trying to break it into a thousand different pieces. Her eyes welled with unshed tears, yet her body wracked with unheard sobs. She opened her eyes again to find herself in that unwelcoming house, tall, grand and unforgiving. A girl stood there, no taller than five feet, gazing at her with broken eyes, tear stained chubby cheeks and clenched fists. “Do you not love me anymore? What did I do to you?” That taunting echo, forever there to haunt her of the consequences of using her powers. Haunting pleas whispered in the quiet of the night, after she had sung her lullabies and coaxed everyone to bed. The sorrowful coos of a mourning dove, plaguing her when she thought she was safe. She remembered telling Lumiere she would only use her powers when truly necessary, to avoid any future accidents. To the rest of the Lightchasers, she was just a Vie with a powerful Ames, and only Lumiere knew the truth. ok back to plot mb gang Back in reality, RuoDie’s hands clenched into themselves, where beige turned into pretty shades of pink. The air thrummed with supernatural energy, causing hairs to raise, even in the distant street where Lumiere and LeQi stood. No one knew where it came from, but the Lightchasers’ candlelabra would probably have a good idea of who was behind it. It took all of RuoDie’s willpower to snap out of it, and once she did, smile still on her face, she told the Lightchasers “Keep an eye of the Ames. Instructions are still the same. I’m going to go get Lumiere” Her voice was steady, and to the rest of the world watching, she simply looked like she had been having a bad migraine, nothing more. Whistling to He Lei, who came hurtling over, the pair (mostly He Lei) leapt across the town and into the street where Lumiere was- and LeQi was currently attempting to limp away from. “You probably heard. But we need you, stat. Poor thing’s doing itself and our team more harm than good” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Mon, 04/08/2025 01:31 (13 Days ago) |
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Ruo Die nearly jumped at the sound of the voice, but she managed to school her expression back into a neutral smile. “It can’t help itself. It’s not its fault.” Ruo Die tries explaining patiently, though it comes out more clipped than anything. “But if you harbor any ill intent towards it, then you are against me, and to some extension, my team” RuoDie leaps down to where the figure lay crumpled in the gory, messy transparent prison. She reached a cautious hand out to RuoXi through the clear cage “Hey. Can you hear me? We’re trying to help” RuoDie paused, as the brief static faded into a distinctly Lumiere “Madam Liu!………” Her mind is quick to make the connection, this Ames surely belonged to Liu LeQi. “We have contact with your Vie” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sun, 03/08/2025 10:40 (14 Days ago) |
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The glass-like prison shimmered under the sun, its spade-marked sides sealing RuoXi inside like a specimen under glass. And then gravity twisted. The air itself seemed to press down, crushing RuoXi with invisible force. “No! Wait, don’t hurt him, please!" The scream tore from her throat before she could think, raw and desperate. Her heart ached for RuoXi. She didn’t see the careful precision of Avery’s power—only the way RuoXi’s form buckled, the way its fingers clawed at nothing, the way its chest heaved under the weight of unnatural pressure. It looked like torture. And RuoDie moved. She didn’t wait for orders. Didn’t think. One second, she was on the adjacent rooftop. The next, she was leaping, He Lei letting out a whine at his Vie leaving him. RuoDie was in mama bear mode now. She landed semi-neatly nearer to RuoXi, her eyes filled with concern. “Enough!” she snarled, not at RuoXi, but at the unseen assailant. RuoDie’s breath came in sharp, furious bursts. She hated this. Hated the cage, hated the way RuoXi’s form flickered like a dying ember, hated that she couldn’t tell if this was mercy or cruelty. But amidst that haze of rage and desperation, RuoDie held back. Didn’t strike anyone done. Didn’t use her powers. Because she couldn’t take another life again. Not after that day. She swore she’d stay on the defensive whenever she could. She couldn’t afford to— [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sun, 03/08/2025 00:39 (14 Days ago) |
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RuoDie skidded to a halt at the edge of a splintered awning, He Lei a shadow at her side. Below, the street was a graveyard of overturned stalls and fleeing civilians. Above, RuoXi moved like a nightmare, flickering in and out of existence, leaving only wreckage in its wake. She snapped her fingers. “Paired Lightchasers, your job is to slow the Ames down. Avoid any serious injuries, but if you must—" Her voice dropped, cold as a surgeon’s scalpel. “Anyone who acts without following my instructions is getting a big glass of sophora root tea." Typical Ruo Die. Brewing a healthy tea as punishment, because no way was she laying a finger on her team. He Lei didn’t need orders. He was already moving, his body dissolving into a swirl of ink-black shadows and molten gold. Bones cracked, reshaped—not painfully, but with the inevitability of a river carving stone. His form folded, compacting, until where a man once stood, there now hovered a weapon of gleaming obsidian and intricate silver filigree. RuoDie caught him midair, the weight familiar in her grip. The barrel hummed, warm with contained energy. "Ready?" she murmured. The cannon pulsed, a steady chorus of yes! RuoDie’s boots skidded across broken roof tiles as she assessed the destruction below. RuoXi moved like a hurricane—erratic, untouchable, leaving only shattered wood and panicked screams in its wake. Direct engagement would be suicide. She whistled sharply. “He Lei—barricade protocol. We’re herding, not hunting." He Lei thrummed to life, dissolving into a storm of ink-dark shadows, reforming not into a cannon more adept at doing big damage. RuoDie sprinted ahead, gauging RuoXi’s path. A narrow merchant’s alley lay just beyond the next turn—flanked by aging tenements already groaning under their own weight. “There!" She fired the cannon into the corner support beam. Wood splintered. The building lurched, then collapsed sideways like a felled tree, bricks and beams crashing down to block the alley entirely. He Lei transformed back into human form, and ran with his Vie to the tea shop ahead with a sagging roof. RuoDie didn’t hesitate. "Drop it." He Lei wrapped around the nearby lampposts, pulled himself back, and launched the table he had found at the tea shop’s central pillar. He snapped like an elastic band; sending the table ricocheting. The roof imploded, a cascade of tiles and timber crashing onto the street below. He Lei reformed, panting, his hair plastered to his forehead. “That," he declared, “was fun” RuoDie kicked a broken tile at him. “We’re not done. And you’re supposed to tell me before you use yourself as a catapult” Her shoulders ached. Her bed called. RuoDie sighed, deeply. Lumiere wasn’t at fault, in a way, but she was still definitely making him drink that dreaded tea. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Sat, 02/08/2025 02:54 (15 Days ago) |
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"He Lei." RuoDie’s voice was dangerously calm, the kind of tone that made even the air stiffen in anticipation. "The cookie dough goes into the cookie cutters. Not. My. Hair." She stood frozen in the middle of their tiny kitchen, strands of dark hair glued together with sticky, half-mixed batter. A clump of dough dangled precariously near her temple, threatening to plop onto her shoulder. Her arms, dusted white with flour, looked like they’d been dunked in a snowdrift. A single egg yolk slid slowly down her forearm, glistening under the lamplight like some grotesque, misplaced jewel. He Lei, perched on the counter like a mischievous gargoyle, blinked at her with wide, guileless eyes—the same eyes that always looked just innocent enough to make her doubt whether his chaos was intentional. (It was. Always.) His fingers twitched toward the bowl of softened butter, his grin widening as he gauged her reaction. “The flour," RuoDie continued, enunciating each word as if speaking to a particularly dim-witted cat, “does not belong on my arms. The eggs are not a skin treatment. And the butter—" *Splat.* A golden glob smacked against the wall beside her head. For a single, deadly second, silence reigned. Then He Lei burst into laughter, bright and unrepentant, kicking his legs like a child who’d just discovered the joy of rebellion. RuoDie closed her eyes. Counted to five. Failed. The shower water was scalding, but RuoDie didn’t really care. It was easier to focus on the comfort of a shower than on the fact that her partner had, once again, turned a simple baking attempt into a warzone. She scrubbed at her hair, fingers catching in dough-clumped tangles. Why did I agree to this? The answer, of course, was the same as always: because He Lei had looked at her with those damnably hopeful eyes, and she’d folded like wet paper. A sharp tug in her gut—her Vie senses flaring. "He Lei." Her voice carried through the thin bathroom door, sharp with warning. "Are you eating sugar?"* A pause. Then, from the kitchen, the world’s most unconvincing: "No……." The clink of a jar being hastily set down. The guilty shuffle of socked feet on tile. RuoDie exhaled, long-suffering. [PRESENT] The walkie-talkie’s sudden crackle nearly made her jump out of her skin. Lumiere’s voice sliced through the static, cool and commanding: "Code 9 in Chinatown. All personnel mobilize. Tao RuoDie leads." Before the last syllable had faded, the device was gone—snatched from the counter in a blur of movement. He Lei crouched on the floor like a feral animal, the walkie-talkie clamped between his teeth. His eyes gleamed with single-minded determination. Mimi said no disturbances. This thing is disturbing her. Ergo, it must die. "He Lei!" RuoDie burst out of the bathroom, hair still dripping, but otherwise tidy and well dressed. "Spit that out now!" He shook the walkie-talkie violently, as if murdering a particularly stubborn rat. "I swear to every god listening—" She lunged. He dodged, skittering backward with the grace of a cat who’d just spotted an open window. A brief, undignified scuffle ensued—RuoDie half-dressed and furious, He Lei grinning around his plastic prey. Finally, she wrestled it free, and exhaled, long and slow, then thumbed the button. "Roger that," she gritted out, voice dripping with the exhaustion of someone who’d long since accepted their fate. "On our way." He Lei, now sulking by the door, perked up instantly. Adventure! RuoDie didn’t have the heart to tell him this one would involve more bloodshed- his favorite hobby. The air in the alleyway was thick with the acrid sting of smoke and the metallic tang of fear. Around RuoDie, the assembled Lightchasers stood in tense clusters, their faces half-lit by the flickering glow of distant flames. The red lanterns above swung violently in the wind, casting erratic shadows that slithered like living things across the cobblestones. Somewhere beyond the maze of narrow streets, the rampaging Ames moved like a storm given flesh—each footfall a thunderclap, each strike a landslide. RuoDie’s gaze swept over the group. No time for niceties. “Are we missing anyone?” she called out, though she already knew the answer. In a Code 9, every second wasted was another block reduced to rubble, another life left to chance. She didn’t wait for a reply. “Never mind. We’ll work with what we have.” Her voice cut through the chaos, steady as a blade. She turned to the unpaired Vies and Ames “You’re damage control. Fan out—chart the destruction, predict the Ame’s path. If you find civilians, get them clear. Then, to the paired teams, she gave a single nod. No need for speeches. They all knew what came next. “The rest of us?” She adjusted her gloves, felt He Lei’s presence at her back like a gathering storm. A faint, feral grin tugged at her lips. Hunt or be hunted. “We give chase.” Somewhere beyond the smoke, chaos wore a human face. And they’d better fix it like their lives depended on it. Because it did [Read more] |
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 [" Sweetness is opinion, bitterness is opinion; heat, cold and colour are opinion: in reality only atoms, and vacuum. This is the weave of the world. This is reality. Everything else is nothing but a by-product – random and accidental – of this movement, and this combining of atoms. The infinite variety of the substances of which the world is made derives solely from this combining of atoms. In other words, my sweet, you are nothing if not expendable. "] Female | 28 | Changeling | (Glamour) Bard •───────•°•❀•°•───────• Appearance :  Mariselle has a regal, otherworldly appearance, blending gothic and celestial aesthetics. Her expression is cheerful yet slightly mysterious, enhanced by her hauntingly beautiful eyes. She has pale, almost porcelain-white skin, contributing to a ghostly elegance. Mariselle’s eyes are large and haunting, filled with dark shadows and glowing irises that transition from deep violet to a muted light gray-blue. Her pupils are nearly indistinct, giving her an unearthly, mystical gaze. Thin, dark, and subtly arched, her eyebrows give her an expressive and curious look. Her lips are slightly parted in a soft, eerie smile, showing a hint of teeth, and instills a playful yet unsettling charm into anyone that looks for too long. Long and flowing, silvery white hair frames her face, with the front strands curled into elegant waves, the rest falling smoothly behind her shoulders. A black rose tucked on the left side of her head, immortalised through time. She wears a high-collared black garment with rich gold and burnt orange accents. The collar is ornate, with a distinct open center that forms a stylized V shape. Golden designs flow across her chest and shoulders—especially noticeable is the decorative dragon or phoenix-like gold motif on her right shoulder, suggesting nobility status. Her epaulette on the left features detailed metallic embroidered designs, adding to her regal and combat-ready appearance. •───────•°•❀•°•───────• Personality : serpent’s smile | charming | ruthless | apathetic | silver-tongued | talker not a tanker | manipulative | ambitious "Tell me your deepest secret. I’ll make it sound like a song… and sell it to the highest bidder." A master of emotional alchemy, turning every interaction into a calculated transaction. Mariselle views people as tools, audiences, or stepping stones—valuable only as long as they serve a purpose. Her philosophy is coldly pragmatic, and her morals are broken as they come. Her charm is weaponized. Every laugh, every lingering touch, every soulful performance is designed to disarm. Personas are her costumes: the tragic poet, devoted lover, the wide-eyed ingenue—whatever gets the mark to lower their guard. "You thought we had something real? How adorable. You were just the best option at the time." Mariselle’s fey heritage manifests as a lack of human empathy. She has an unnerving grasp on understanding emotions intellectually but see them as mere levers to pull. Abandoning allies, burning bridges, or leaving lovers heartbroken doesn’t haunt her—it’s just efficiency. She’s an actress on the stage with years tucked under her belt, her disarming voice a prop with which she weaves her way into other’s heart. "Loyalty is for dogs and dead men. I prefer to be the one holding the leash." Once a person’s usefulness expires, they’re dropped without remorse. Former allies might wake up to stolen gold, forged documents in their name, or worse. The only thing she hate more than sentimentality is being predictable. She’ll betray someone before she can be betrayed. "Power isn’t in having strength—it’s in making others believe you do” Mariselle craves control over every social dynamic. If she can’t manipulate someone, she either breaks them or vanishes into a new identity. She knows full well she’s just as expendable as the rest of them, all of them mere chess pawns in some grander scheme of things. So she’s always five steps ahead, thinking, planning, strategising, her cunning mind constantly scheming and plotting. Backstory : The Hollow Sovereign "I don’t break hearts. I collect them." Mariselle was never a victim—just an apex predator born in the right skin. From the moment she first shifted as a child, she understood the truth: people are desperate to believe in pretty lies, rather than the harsh truth. She practiced on her own family: impersonating a dead sibling to inherit affection, mimicking her father to steal from merchants, then discarding those identities when the game grew dull. Mariselle’s debut as a bard wasn’t an accident—it was a calculated massacre. She posed as a traveling minstrel, seduced the heir of a merchant guild, and convinced them to disinherit their family. The night before the paperwork was signed, she poisoned the entire household and staged it as a suicide pact. She left town wearing the heir’s face… and their gold. Love is leverage, art is domination and loyalty is a flaw." Psychological warfare is her best friend. ─ Stats : [ str - 0 | dex - 3 | con - 2 | int - 0 | wis -1 | cha - 4] Additional Information : Mariselle keeps a "memento box" with trinkets from discarded personas: a lock of hair, a signed confession, a wedding ring. Souvenirs of her finest work. reserving a spot. [Read more] |
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