Primal Ferality

She’s tried to use more than allowed once again. HOW does she plan to get any better with her powers if she can’t practice them!? She’s frustrated. She feels weak! She…hates it. 

Closed to @toadallyfine — “Iconoclastic”

Juno has been at this beach for hours. It’s been the same shit the whole day; the cool sea breeze, polluted by her cigarette smoke. The sun getting closer and closer to dipping under the horizon. Makina in the sand, propped up around the bodies of used smokes. “So much for being consistent to quitting,” Juno grumbles, as she pulls out her phone. She fiddles through her notes, and finds one filled with tally marks titled “Days Without Cigs”. She counts them: two months. Figures. She sighs, and deletes every single tally.

She knew waiting was pointless, too. Chronolium was too peaceful. No one wants a fight here. Nothing ever happens. She knew she was a fool to expect people to take the bait.

An exceptionally large presence approached her, and the graveyard of cigarette ashes in the sand. She knew that presence.

“Well, look who it is,” she says smugly to the massive toad. “Thought you were the big softie type, Pimple. Change of heart? Maybe I gave you too much credit.”

💪 Looks like Pimple is not the only one in a dire need to blow off some steam. The spotted challenge itself is one thing, the familiar name of the one putting it up is the other. And she seems like a tough gal that can keep her ground in a fight. As much as he’d like to cast his old days of ‘fighting pointless fights’ aside, he is still a Battletoad after all.  If he didn’t see this challenge, he would have opted to go to WayPoint’s colisseum instead. The prospect of a fight to go somewhere with his irritation sounds awfully good to him right now.

Closed to @sundialhuntress — “Phoenix Mirror”

It’s done.

Finally, after all these months working her ass off to open up this place. Her own shop. She knew her master would be proud, were he not in a collapsing universe. Old man’s got too much going on now. He’ll rest easy knowing that our lineage lives on, Juno thought.

It was nice to be back in a foundry, no less. More work means more drinks with Deunan.

The door creaked. Juno’s head perks up.

A woman she’d never seen before came in. One with a cowboy hat and long brown hair. The snake like smile on her face was reminiscent of the one on Juno’s right now. She walks up to the counter, from the shadows in the back. “You look like you fan your guns,” Juno says with a smirk. “Tell me, how fast can you empty the chamber? You know, without hurting your off-hand on the hammer?” Juno looks down at the dual holster, to the revolvers hanging there. Some hand made looking knock off of some American gun, it seems. Not made for fanning. Thumbing in this case, probably. She dual wields. Makes sense. “Or damaging your pieces, in this case,” she tacks on.

It was strange, walking the streets as a tried and true mortal without the constant ticking hanging over her head. Time passed her by without a second thought, and the Phantom Drifter hasn’t quite decided if that was a good or bad thing. One thing she DID know, however, was that now she had to rely on her guns and her wits now more than ever.

That was just fine with her, though. Her Epithet didn’t define her, and she was just as capable without it. Ah’ might wanna stock up on bullets if Ah’m gonna get back into business m’self, she thought. Surely it couldn’t be ALL boring around these parts, right?

The second she stepped into this quaint little arms shop, Zora was bombarded with sly jabs and petty insults from the lady behind the counter. Cute. And funny, considering nobody really knew who she was around here. Yet.

“Y’know, hun, if ya want regulars, maybe yew should keep that pretty lil’ mouth of yers runnin’ fer yer wares instead of…small talk, hm?”

“But that’s okay–since yew noticed m’gals, Ah’ll let it slide just this once. They ain’t made fer fannin’–that’s parlor tricks, hun. What, did ya think Ah’ was one of them rodeo girls? Awww. Yer fergiven.”

You shouldn’t be here.

You should be at home, in a place that you’re familiar with. But- you don’t have a home. A singular glitch within the cosmic code caused your home to disappear. You don’t have a home.

It’s okay, though! We protected you. We brought you here, built you cities and gave you a new home. You’re safe here.

WELCOME TO THE CHRONOLIUM.

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Our big focus is to have a setting with low limitations, requirements, and stress - as well as community input on how the group will evolve in the future. We put a heavy focus on creating bonds between characters and wanting to create a community both in character and out of character. 

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“Let the city be your guide,” the man says, holding his ground. “It’s like a beacon to those who have lost their way. That doesn’t mean you’ll find it there, young lady.” He sighs, lowering his sword. While sheathing it, the kanji 播く is brandished on the blade, before it disappears from sight, into the scabbard. His eyes open, and there’s a kind remorse in them. “Please. You don’t understand. I don’t want to fight, but if you insist on hunting me, I will protect the honor bestowed upon me with my life, as I have before. As the ones before me have. As this little one will, in time.” He gestures to the teenager with long, unkempt black hair, now with a twig entangled into it. The young adult growls at the woman, as if intending to rip her throat out. “Down, Juno,” the man says, glancing his eyes towards her.

“Shut. The fuck. Up,” Juno replies. The man with the sword grunts in dismay, but only steps in front of his newly formed apprentice and the stranger.

It’s some sort of…ritual, something important and old and something she doesn’t understand. But the girl doesn’t look happy…angry, maybe. Accepting.

She tightens her jaw.

“I make it my own business, seeing you waddle around. I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you doing?” 

Juno snorts. The old man shoots her a stern glare to behave.

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“Somewhere fun, obviously,” Juno says with a sort of strange enthusiasm. “I’ve got a killer headache I’ve gotta get rid of.” She yawns, thinking about all the places she’s been in Chronolium. She wonders how far she could go out to see before the fog kicked in. That would be fun to try.

“I’m not picky, as long as we raise hell. That’s the important part.”

A headache? Well, drinking of course, does that, but Deunan is curious since she didn’t mention it. 

“So no clubs then, that wouldn’t be good for your head. Let’s explore somewhere new, then?”

Somewhere fun. Somewhere new. Pimple scratches his head and thinks a moment. He is sure Rash wouldn’t have to think too hard about this. But where would he suggest them to go, anyway? Very likely not the places Pimple enjoys. Although–

Juno’s looking for a fight! She’s put out a challenge to a duel, all fighters welcome, to come fight her for as long as they’d like in a no holds barred match on the shores of the Casual Sea in Whisperwood! As a result, this is an Uncapped Starter Call for Juno Yureta’s challenge! If your muse is interested, please like this post!

Closed to @graveresemblance —「不潔な猟犬」

The waning gibbous was bright tonight.

It lit up the meadow, but kept some of it in shadow. The cicadas sounding off one by one were nowhere to be found. You could tell their home would get encroached by the ever expanding cyber city that towered over it, like a giant looming over its next victim. The leaves rustle, and through it come an old man and a young adult, about 17. The 17 year old is bruised—covered in blood and dirt, unwashable and untouched. Her unkempt knotted hair gets stuck on a branch.

“Hey, asshat!” She yells at the old man.

He turns.

“Get me offa this fucking thing, will ya?! If I fucken have to join up with you for some batshit reason, you better fucken be worth my time!” The young woman’s fangs are bared. She thrashes against the branch, toward the old man, like a feral animal. “You hear me, bitch?! I’ll tear your fucken nose off!”

The old man sighs. “Don’t make me say it again, Juno,” he says, unsheathing the sword that he knows Juno will one day inherit. “You agreed to be my apprentice. To escape the life you keep running in. Please, call me your master. I know you have potential. Don’t make me regret tapping into it.” He slices cleanly with the blade, and Juno comes loose from the tree, branch still stuck in her muddy hair.

Juno stumbles forward. She looks up at the current leader of the Blicen clan, who quietly stares back.

She hacks up all the mucus and phlegm in her mouth, and spits straight in his eye. “Better?” She grins.

After wiping the spit from his eye, he groans. “We’ll work on it. Just know that this behavior will not be acceptable to me later, okay?” He smiles, almost in a kind way.

He hears the footsteps of someone in the shadows. He steps in front of Juno. “Who are you?!” He declares. “If you wish to live, turn back to the city right now!”

She’d heard the goings on…and that’s a slightly familiar scene…a superior and their soldier, their tool, the ‘training’, harsh as it may be. Just because this is the way things are done doesn’t mean Deunan has to like it.

“How can I go back when all I see is darkness– or maybe those are your shit-colored eyes, jerk.” 

She steps into the light, one hand on her hip where her gun rests. She isn’t impressed by the threats– just the prideful girl before her.

Whit hadn’t lived with a roommate for years now and was a bit nervous at the prospect of dealing with one again.  Not only is he stuck in this weird new place, but he has to deal with a stranger sharing the apartment with him – he was just hoping they weren’t some weirdo.  Granted, maybe he was going to be the weirdo.  He just hoped they liked cats.

He was pacing around the living room anxiously; frankly he just wanted to get meeting them over with so that he could decide how often he would need to hide in his room.  Whit was lost deep in thought, fussing over possible roommate issues when the sound of the front door being unlocked caught his attention.  He snapped his feet together and stood ramrod straight as he stared at the door.

The woman that opened the door was over a foot shorter than him, but he immediately had the sense that she could and would kiss his ass if the opportunity arose.  His eyes wandered to the katana at her side and he felt his heart drop.  Jesus, he hoped she didn’t just swing that thing around at random; the last thing he needed was to see his roommate dropping bodies right outside the apartment.

He forced a pleasant smile and gave her a small wave.

“Bullying?” Juno snorts. “You’re a whole ass adult. If you think I’m bullying you, you can handle that on your own time. Not my issue.” She snaps the gun back together, and silently inspects her work. When she’s satisfied, she turns to look directly at Whit. Although her eyes are a fiery orange, they seem…cold right now.

“Also, don’t be a fucking wiseass. You know what I meant. You being here, despite all odds, despite all adversity…” she pauses, taking a breath. “…Is the important thing. You can talk big about who you were, and who you want to be, but that’s not who you are. Not right now. So I don’t care about your ‘dead friends,’ although it’s not how the Council explains it, from what I understand. I don’t care about what you did before. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters…” Juno puts the gun down, and gives a snake like smile. “…Is you’re here now. Make the most of it. You won’t get it back.”

He had half a mind to point out that you can be bullied at any age, but decided he had enough browbeating for the day.  Whit felt an uncomfortable pit in his stomach at her rather vicious smile; he was sure it was actually meant to come off as friendly.  Juno didn’t strike him as the type capable of being friendly in the traditional sense.

“Juno,” the woman mentioned. “Juno Yureta. Not like that last name means anything anymore. I abandoned my family long ago, for new ones. I ended up leaving that family too. Never in one place for too long.” She smiles, and although she tries her hardest to seem sincere, there’s a snake-like attitude to it. One that can’t be shaken. She decided not to comment on being an orphan. She knows she’s abandoned too many people to have a right to speak on how it is to be forced to be alone.

“Caste system?” Juno mentions instead. “No wonder your world is getting wiped. They think they can get away with that shit?” She snorts. “Sounds to me they had it coming. You really once were okay with not being able to live the life you want ? Have the freedom you want? I’d kill a motherfucker.”

“Getting…wiped?” Mariela looked like a deer in the headlights. “It’s not really…I mean…I know that’s what some people said but it can’t actually be true.” Mariela blinked, staring at her reflection in the blade she had just received. She hadn’t seen the people of Endalsia in so long… Maybe she was just in denial.

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“Fuck if I know,” Juno mentions. Her eyes rest on the dark corridor ahead, solid and determined. She slowly draws Makina, assuming a waki-gamae stance, uncharacteristically proper of her. “Who cares anyway? I’ve got all I need right here, in this sword.” Juno eyes dart strongly to Deunan, then to Whit. “If you’re gonna whine about it, go home. I’ll see what’s left in there myself. The Derelicts are almost like the surface. There’s got to be a reason.” She sighs, focusing back on her center of balance again. “Plus, the twerp over there can handle himself. He can get us out in a bind if we need it. Not his first rodeo either. Just like you. And I’ve prepared weapons for both of you just in case. Think I took both of you by accident? Please.”

@felsiic

“Aha…well, I’ve been in here before but honestly…”  Whit glanced at the retaining wall to his left that looked just a little more decrepit than the last time he was wandering through the area.  Still, he didn’t want Juno to bark at him later about being a literal scaredy cat.  “Uh, never mind, it’s probably fine.  Also, who you calling a twerp?  I’m way taller than you.”  Whit puffed out his chest and sped up to get in front of the women.  “Let’s just ge–”

The ground began to vibrate an almost imperceptible amount, but Whit slowly turned on his heel to look behind him.  “Guys–”  Before he could finish his thought, the retaining wall he’d looked at barely a minute prior was crumbling – along with most of the ceiling.  The ground shifted underneath them as the ceiling collapsed and the tunnel went black.  The crumbling rock kicked up dust, which made Whit cough as he waved his hand in front of his face.

The rumbling stopped suddenly; he pulled out his cellphone to turn on the flashlight.  “Are you guys okay?”  He swept the light along the now blocked passage and sighed.  “Jesus…I could try moving the rubble, but it would take too long.  Plus we’re not in Techno Solar so I’d get tired pretty fast.”  Whit spun on his heel to face his companions.

“Well, we came in here to look at the Derelicts.  I guess we’re gonna look at the Derelicts.”

@graveresemblance​

One minute Juno is, unsurprisingly, complaining an calling them chickens basically, and the next the entire situation has changed. Of course! It always happens just that quick.

Deunan had managed to get out of the way of the rubble, and though there’s a lot of dust and it’s incredibly dark, Whit’s light helps. And she’s got her own heavy duty flashlight too.

“I just had to jinx it, didn’t I. Ugh.” 

She wanted to see it, but more of a tour and not a dire situation. Shaking her head at Whit, she adds, “You just save your energy for when we really need it, you’re our trump card.”

“I guess we’re stuck then,” Juno mentions. “Looks like you all will be needing your weapons sooner than I thought.” She reaches into the bag she’s been carrying. Out of it, Juno pulls out a switchblade, a med kit, and a small rifle. “Couldn’t get the stuff you guys preferred from the dumbass market here. I really need to open up shop. Will make things a whole lot easier. Pick one. We’ll scout it out for now. No way of getting out efficiently until the Council knows we’re gone. I’m not forcing Whit to dig us out, either.”