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Jovanni just sitting on bench by himself taking few breaths in and out.
You are Jill Egbert, and you are somewhere odd. This is not new. You tend to go all kinds of odd places. What you don't tend to see is the spitting image of Jack Noir just, like, sitting on a bench. Okay, no, that's not any old Jack. And, really, resemblance starts to break down the more you look.
"who are you?" You are probably being rude.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
Jill: Think.
Well fuck. You're pretty sure you're being accused of reading minds now. This is what happens when you interact with new realities you don't know much about. Sometimes you're early and you fuck up your introduction.
This is probably how it felt for Karkat, but that doesn't make you feel better.
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It was exactly like pushing down a balloon. No resistance, feather light. JR blushed a bit at the hands that kept her down when her feet finally attached to the ground. It was a foreign feeling these days, she'd always floated wherever she went, whatever she was doing.
But Jill was tall. A full head and shoulders taller than her, an amazon in this rainforest. And damn is she thirsty.
The cat girl looks up at the god with those typical half-lidded eyes, a smile wide and casual on her face as she melts into that blush, unshy about her new status.
"Kiss me, nerd."
Jasperose hadn't been kissed in maybe forever.
Oh man. This game of chicken wasn't done. It wasn't over. She wasn't called out. She had not been stopped. And Jasprose was looking at her, looking at her like she was climbable or something.
But then, Jill was looming over the cat girl, keeping her on the ground with just one arm. The cat girl who had just told her to kiss her. Oh, that just did. Things.
She found herself leaning down, one hand was on the cat girl's shoulder, to keep her there, even if she didn't need to, another was moving into her hair, slowly but firmly gripping her. If anything, it made Jill seem larger, and made Jasperose feel positively tiny.
"Make me."
The words are spoken with Jill's lips less than an inch away. Her hands were gripping Jasperose tightly. She couldn't help but pull the smaller girl against herself in the process.
God, it was obvious that Jill was working herself up toying with the smaller girl.
"I mean, it'ss a reigon from there sso you're correct. As for answerin' the other quesstion, I'm not a beforan. I barely know anything about my ancestorss, sso I'm doing personal research on that." Soldan only found the minimal evidence, but not planning to stop until there's more she finds eventually. For now, a frustrating long task at hand. "Ah, good to meet 'ya Jill. Soldan Aquria, but I'm cool with nicknamess. I've never played thosse, or any other varient." shaking her hand, smiling.
"they're NEVER beforan." Jill was being very silly about that. Incredibly so, really. There wasn't the slightest sign in Jill's demeanor that indicated she was even thinking about threats or anything of the sort. After all, she only used her potentially reality breaking powers for harmless fun.
"but like, seriously though, i could probably help you figure out how and why you got here in the first place. i'm basically extremely magical that way!" And for her, finding people in weird situations where she could help them was fun.
Pentious wasn't sure what had change, between the sinner asking for a deal, and suddenly taking on a new cadence. Maybe this one was filled with personality, quite literally. They couldn't think of a single mitigating factor. And so, they looked at the other as if she were an idiot.
"If you were alive, my delusional little fruitcake, you wouldn't be in Hell."
Were Jill to look around she'd see that, yes, she was in a city with much more red than any normal one on Earth had. It was solemn and gothic, sulfuric and full of crumbling old buildings. The pair of them, however, had been in the top suite of an office space, a modern looking space compared to the archaic view.
The godly human blinks, a lot, actually. Hell, huh? Well, it didn't look like a nice place, and held up a finger to indicate 'just one second' before walking over to the nearest window.
"oh wow this place looks horrible!"
But she doesn't stay by the window for too long.
"oh yeah, about the whole dying thing. see, i've actually died a couple of times. it's like a whole thing. the very first time it happened in a timeline one of my friends unmade so i guess it didn't happen to me? kind of? but the second time, i was knocked out and put to sleep on my special quest bed, and i got killed in my sleep. this was actually a good thing so i could achieve my god tier. and then there's the third time when this terrible dog god monster guy stabbed me in the chest. see, he actually also killed me the second time, but i didn't know about it at the time because i was asleep. i got better, though." Oh. Oh god. She was rambling about death so much.
"What do I do for fun? Depends on my mood. Sometimes I go bother people. Sometimes I go explorin' the other areas of the circus, see if Caine's got any secrets I can uncover. Sometimes I make mashups in my room. Sometimes I read. Choose your own adventure books, mostly."
"so, ok, this is definitely the weirdest place i've been to, and i've been to some pretty weird places. like, this is absolutely not what i would call a circus, that is for sure. because where are the clowns? but i am really good at getting places i'm not supposed to go to. because, i mean, i'm here, right?"
"so why don't you choose your own adventure? tell me somewhere around here you've wanted to go to, but haven't been able to get to. i'll take you there." This was not an idle offer. Jill was having fun, but her offer was almost a dare.
The red serpent proffers the contract to the other. The pearlescent white of the binding document shines beautifully, despite the hand that held it out as if it's recipient were a leper. Or worse, desperate.
"Read the terms. If you agree, sign."
In absentia of the narrator's breadth of legal jargon, the terms summarize: 'Your soul will be forfeit to me. I expect obsequity and respect. In return, I will keep your body up and running. However does so dare as fuck with my shit, will rue they day they died.'
It's almost enough to make one's heart swell up with sororic warmth. Or was that heartburn?
Pentious waits.
Hmmmmmmm. Well, this was awkward. Jill knew she was probably not supposed to be there. That part was normal. But, the odd snake person offering her a deal, now that was a lot less normal. For her, anyway.
But that didn't mean she wasn't going to read the deal. Oh. Well now. That might not be a set of clauses she could uphold.
"so, like, i think my soul is already spoken for? i mean, it's part of the reason i'm an immortal wind god. i died and became a god, and now when i die, i get better. not that i want to die! but i've already done that a couple times."
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She paused while walking, a confused look lingering before looking around with a high alert fin twitch. Soldan gave a cautious stare, stepping away to distace herself. Trust issues were always a problem, trying not to show any of it. Small subtle hisses, shoulders tense. "Well, Ionia certainly hass a wild charm that I grew to admire over a year or two now. No idea how I ended up here, which I gave up trying to figure out. It ain't bad living here, actually." "Wait, who are you? You're a new face in thesse parts, I don't get a lot of visitorss."
"well yeah, i'm new! i'm no even from this thing. at least, i think it's leageu of legends? i don't actually know enough about, like, the lore to be sure, but i'm pretty sure alternian trolls don't normally come from there. wait, you're not beforan, are you? i never run into beforans when i go traveling and it would be a real hoot if you were."
Okay, maybe floating wasn't like, the thing to do. But, she was very much in her extremely blue godtier outfit and for some reason, it didn't feel like she was blending in, even if she stopped hovering. Simply standing at her full 5'11" height. she offered out a hand in friendship.
"i'm jill by the way. mostly i'm here because i beat sburb. like ok, i'm not here directly because i did, but it wouldn't be possible if i hadn't stuck my arm in a hole in reality inside of a real dream. if that made any sense." Oh boy, was she ever good at rambling.
Jill is lucky that she hadn't voiced the thought about her being near impossible to throw off, as Peony would have taken that as an immediate challenge. Ava's scolding could only go so far, and then it was purely what the dragonfly wanted to do. It is used to being the on that Ava does fun little tricks with! Being calm is not in it's skillset.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ava glances down between the dragonflies. "Well... Peony's like, um... One of those show airplanes? She likes doin' tricks, and usually she only does them with me, 'cus 's harder to harm me..." The insect responds in turn, somehow smug in head movement alone. "Usually that involves a lot of freefalling. She knows she's really only supposed to do that with me, but she does want to."
Elbows slide back down, so Ava's head is resting on top of Magnolia's again. "Why don't we start out slow? A corkscrew, maybe? If you're fine after that, just, I'unno, tell her you're ready for more."
It was SO WEIRD not to be doing the flying. Jill was so good at flying. Not just flying herself, that was something that came with the basic powerset, but the windy thing let her fly practically anything that could be imagined. So, to be flown by someone else, or something else, it almost took some effort not to fly. Jill wasn't like any other passenger, or at least, probably not. Most people weren't literally the air around them. As much as she rode on Peony, she was also the air keeping the dragonfly alight.
"well, um, let's go!"
And like that, she lost most of her ability to really feel what she was going through, because Peony burst into a corkscrew the likes of which one Jill had never been in. It immediately became obvious that the two flew wildly differently. Peony, being a dragonfly, was on the edge of control that Jill, being the wind, could never be.
"holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
She was absolutely going for a ride, higher and higher.
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The Heir of Breath didn't always travel intentionally. How was she supposed to find properly new places? Not that she was expecting to be in League of Legends, but it took her some time to realize where she had zapped herself.
But just when she had, there was an Alternian troll. Or a Beforan troll. That could always be a Beforan troll, never mind that it was never a Beforan, it was possible. No, she was getting distracted. Because unless she missed something, League did not have trolls in it.
Okay, she didn't actually know if League had trolls, but it almost certainly didn't have grey skinned, candy corn horned trolls. Something must have gone horribly wrong.
"hey, so like, do you actually like living in league of legends?" Asking while floating 4 feet in the air probably made enough of a statement.
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Nor would Ava have expected anyone to know the ins and outs of this. The dragonflies were her, after all, they knew her better than she knew herself on occasion.
Jill's attempt to get Peony up did amuse the insect, a chatter that sounds suspiciously like laughter leaving it as it lifts off anyways. It does go slow, thought it's just as clear that it is very much trying to restrain itself from shooting off like a rocket.
By the time they're level with Ava, she's grinning at Jill. "You just tell me when you're ready, Peony's fuckin' itchin' to do something stupid."
Oh, that was. Holy. A living thing was flying her. Well, okay, it might not have been actually alive. But at the very least, Peony was made of life, and that life was very much not under Jill's control. The riding part wasn't so hard, it would be next to impossible to throw her, but it felt so wildly weird to be flow like that. It wasn't the first time she'd been flown by another, but never by any kind of animal.
Frankly, the two weren't even that unstable, but the windy girl knew better to than to try to fly a thing flying her. Flyception could cause all kinds of problems.
But hey, Ava was getting to see something new, a Jill who wasn't confident about flying for once.
"i mean, i'm ready, but what do you mean, something stupid?"
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"Nah," Jax sighs, sounding a little forlorn, "those got taken away after the episode ended. Shame, really; I was having a lotta fun with it."
"Eh, maybe Caine'll let it happen again sometime. I dunno, though. He's been acting weird lately; less enthusiastic almost. S'kinda giving everyone the creeps."
Oh thank god. Jill was so not in the mood to die today. Because dying hurt. Well, it's not like she'd ever been shot to death before, but getting stabbed to death sucked so much and being shot probably felt a lot like that. But, now that the gun situation has been resolved to the intruding wind god's satisfaction, what was next?
"so like, what do you do for fun here? you know, when you're not, like, playing with guns?" The voice in the back of her head was screaming "how do i save him?" In theory, it would be easy. Just grab and zap. But, there was no way the bunny man was always a bunny and for all she knew, this place was maintaining his existence. "there are fun things to do, right?"
"Caine's words, not mine. I don't think he understands what that term means, to be honest."
"The gun thing was fun, though. Probably the funnest adventure I've been on in a while. No dumbass adventure to work through, no unbearable NPCs to deal with...just point and shoot until everyone else is dead. Good times."
Wait. Suddenly a whole bunch of alarms were going on in the Heir of Breath's head. This guy had definitely enjoyed shooting far, far too much. And, between the two of them, she was far more hurtable.
"you... don't have any guns on you right now, do you?" Also wait, what would happen if she mentioned the maid outfit incident? It was on her mind for, well, obvious reasons, but, well, a rabbit with a gun, what would he do?
