Electrocutica [Hysteresis]
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    she was a bit startled, but only a bit, black eyes flicking over to the source of the sound. tsubomi glanced at the other, up and down, before turning to her fully. the cherry blossoms? well, there were all sorts of people here, she wouldnât have been surprised if there were a few who didnât know what cherry blossoms were. it was still rather jarring, though.
    âtheyâre cherry blossoms. most of these trees donât actually produce cherries, but theyâre related to those that do.â she offered a small smile, if only to dispel any assumptions about her gaze (  âdeath glare,â she could hear kano say  ). âthis is a lot more than iâd normally see back in japan, though.â
    yes, that was good. even so, she did glance around before adding, âwhat sort of flowers do you have where you live?â yes, that was a lot less nosy than âwhere do you come fromâ. even tsubomi would prefer having such a vague question directed at her than a demand about her birthplace.
That answers part of her question, though more questions naturally come about as a resultâ mostly to the effect of why theyâre called cherry blossoms if they donât produce cherries, or what a âjuh-panâ is. Curiosity presses her to ask, but she swallows it down for the time being; itâs not polite to leave this girlâs question unanswered, all things considered.
âOh... There arenât a lot of flowers where I come from.â The only flowers sheâd ever gotten to see in person were the golden roses growing around her mirror, and they werenât real flowers -- not like the ones that grew in Fletaâs area. Enjelâs fingers curl gingerly around the petals in her palm. âThe ones I saw were called.... Daisies, I think? They grew from the ground, thoughâ I didnât know flowers could grow from trees. What else can trees grow?â
âO~oh? Now, doesnât that look goodâââ Hydeâs whims lead him saunter over to a girl whose eyes are as big as apples, in her hands is a candy apple shining with gold. Before sheâs able to take a bite of it, his gloved hand swipes the stem and takes a loud crunch. Thereâs a few chews, then he swallows ââ with a satisfied smirk.
âWere you gonna eat that, lass? Guess youâll just gotta get another one! Hyahaha!â
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If nothing else, Enjel can say with relative certainty that the food being made as part of this holidayâs âtraditionâ... is very, very good. Sheâs on her fifth candy apple since yesterday and doesnât really have any plans to stop, because itâs so sweet that it makes her teeth hurt and she loves every bit of itâ but before she has a chance to enjoy her first treat of the day, itâs gone.Â
It takes a moment for her mind to catch up. The round golden mirrors of her eyes stare up at him, watching him tear into the stolen candy apple without any hesitation or reservations whatsoever, but she canât actually believe itâs happening. She waits for it to be some sort of daydream, or a crass joke, but -- though he certainly cackles about it as if it were a crass joke, thereâs a smear of caramel at the corner of his mouth and the stem is still in his hand, clear evidence of the cruel reality sheâs been thrust into so early in the morning.
Her temper ignites.Â
Itâs not just that he doesnât even have the decency to pretend to be sorry; that laughter, itâs...
âHey! That was MINE!â The shouting is bound to cause a scene. Itâs definitely going to draw attention to them. Enjel doesnât care about any of that; she jabs her right-hand pointer finger right at his chest, so puffed up with indignation that sheâs almost standing on tiptoes.Â
âWhy on earth would you do that?! That didnât belong to you!âÂ
pocket mirror: a summary
...No matter how many times it gets explained to her, the appeal of this âHalloweenâ thing is lost on Enjel. She doesnât hate or even dislike it, no matter how little she might understand the purpose of it, or how much it reminds her of her past; even so, despite being immersed in the mood of the island as it prepares for the arrival of Halloween night, she feels...
Lost, somehow. The people around her seem to be having so much fun.
(Sheâs supposed to be human, isnât she? Shouldnât she be having fun, too? If sheâs not having fun, then... What does that mean? What does it mean to be human in the first place?)
âI donât get it.â The person beside her is someone she doesnât know, but she voices her complaints nonetheless; human or not, kind or not, she only wants someone to talk to. Any sort of conversation is preferable to being alone with her own confusing feelings. âWhatâs so fun about pretending to be a monster? Or about bullying others over something as silly as candy? Why would you celebrate making other people unhappy?â
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Though Enjel isnât sure sheâll ever be able to get used to this place, she canât say she completely hates how much there is to see and do here. Should this be the real world sheâd so desperately wanted to see, then all of this chaos is supposed to be part of the human experience... And even if it isnât, itâs something new. No black void, no red carpets, no mirrors, and no pumpkins. She should be grateful just for the change of scenery, shouldnât she?
For example: in the Cotes ward, there are trees that near-constantly shed pink flower petals. Inexhaustibly, as if the flowers somehow have an infinitely replenishing supply of petals to shed. On a sunny day like this, Enjel canât help but stop to watch, and she eventually finds herself holding out her cupped hands to catch a few as they come her way.
âWhat is this?â The question is posed aloud to the stranger standing near her: an individual that doesnât seem much older than herself, head tucked away in a purple hood. Itâs hard to tear her eyes from the petals, but she gives the other a furtive sidelong glance. âUm... I mean, what kind of flower is this? Iâve never seen anything like it before.â
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Saviorâs Respite. Itâs an awfully lofty name for a place thatâs all but hidden away, located so off the beaten path that one might think it a well-kept secret of the island. The particulars of its name arenât anything Enjel really cares about, thoughâ whether or not sheâs worthy of treading the same ground as saviors, she gravitates toward it nonetheless, drawn to the peace and quiet it fosters in the face of the islandâs overwhelming bustle.
Tonight, though, Enjel realizes too late that she isnât alone atop the cliff. Sheâs sure the other must be there for the same reason as her; theyâre staring out over the horizon, back turned to her. They cut an awfully lonely figure among the flowers, and her first instinct is quietly leave the way she came, lest she disturb them...Â
...but when she takes a step back, the pebbles she was careful to avoid on her way forward crunch underfoot, and the stranger perks up at the noise. Enjel is all but frozen in place when their eyes meetâ like a thief caught red-handed, her expression is awash with nervous guilt.
â...! Iâm sorry-- I was just about to leave, I swear.â
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With the rumors and rumblings of monsters lurking in the waters of the Koi Lake, and with the dense fog hanging over it, itâs not as popular with the locals as some of the other spots in the ward. Even Enjel â for all of her curiosity â tends to stay a respectable distance from the lakeâs edge on most days, wary of both the water and the creatures that could be in it.
Nonetheless, that same persistent curiosity compels her to draw closer when she spots a figure standing daringly close to the water, throwing handfuls of something in. Something like⌠cake crumbs? Whatever it is, itâs too small to make outâ and as she nears, she can see that itâs attracting a small crowd of fish in the water.Â
Are they the koi? But they donât look so monstrous⌠In fact, theyâre kind of pretty.
âWhat are you doing?â Enjel asks without the least bit of guile. She almost sounds a little amazed. âTheyâre all coming to youâŚâ
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Enjel doesnât get what this Halloween business is all about, but the manner in which the island is decorated nearly sickens her to her stomach; itâs all too reminiscent of his aesthetic sense. Sheâs managed to glean that itâs temporary, a sort of month-long party known as a âholidayââ but she canât fathom how anyone can celebrate with such gaudy decorations everywhere.
...At least pumpkin pie is in abundance at the moment, though. Small victories.Â
Enjel from Pocket Mirror Aesthetic

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since all the set-up stuff is done (i think?), itâs about time for a starter call! cap is at five for now, with an exception towards other rpgmaker muses. length will vary.
ENJELÂ â from the RPGMaker game Pocket Mirror.
â technically a fabricated being, wants to become a real girl in canon
â the one who created her is a manipulative abusive little creep demon and promised her that if she stole a special pocket mirror she could become realÂ
â that was a lie
â she doesnât realize heâs lying in most endings, always dies when sheâs || close to achieving her goal, thanks dad
â aside from a different color palette, she looks almost identical to the main character of the game sheâs in! mc-chan alter. acts like sheâs the mcâs only ally throughout the game but at the very end, gasp, she betrays the mc. everyone who plays the game kind of expects it, so itâs not that much of a shock.Â
â feels guilty enough about it to sacrifice herself in the gameâs true ending though (said ending is this blogâs canon point!) so sheâs not entirely bad, just really desperate
â doesnât know SHIT about the outside world bc her dad only gave her as much knowledge as she needed to pursue her goal. her dream is to ride a carousel (the kind with horses)
â got trust issues out the wazoo and a half-missing finger. both of these are related
â please be her friend and teach her about Thingsâ˘
â alternatively: be her enemy and have her antagonize you occasionally like some sort of bratty gremlin bc she doesnât know what manners are.
â do not interact if you are the strange boy thx
tag dump.
Without prior reserve, I'd like to apply as Enjel from Pocket Mirror! Her application can be found in the sidebar or at /app. Thank you!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Enjel!
You will be housed in CONDO 468.
You will be able to transform yourself up to five times daily for a total of five minutes each time and will receive a wooden scythe.
â mod pleiades.