BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL

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“Super common? How common are we talking about here? Like living among humans common or just invading your home in general?” if that was the case, he really hoped the other didn’t have to meet his kind along the line. That would only lead to chaos. “My thoughts exactly. It’s a useless fight among folks; why not get along, right? I mean, I’m sure the world could be a better place if there are few among who are like us.” 

A chuckled at the statement, “Ah– I don’t blame ya. It’s hard to tell our ages apart when we all like the same from the beginning. At least humans have… Well, skins to notice just what is going on in the change term. For us, it’s just we do end up changing armors or a new set of limbs along the way, nothing too fancy.” not that skids ever had to, now that he thinks about it. Attention is drawn towards the noise before once again towards her, “Yep, like carrying humans for an example; but he had to learn to do it, thanks to the war.” it was very crucial after all, 

“The higher-ups. You see, most of us aren’t born like humans do. We don’t reproduce, but more like made. Usually, mechs who are made for certain functions are called Cold constructed. And there are mechs like us who are formed from sparks. Sparks are like a soul in human terms and usually our core heart.” tapping against his chest to emphasize. 

“Probably... living among humans, I’d say? I’m not sure for how long since I was gone a long while, but it seems really peaceful.” Relatively, anyway. “I mean, sure. I find it pretty damn annoying people want to fight over differences they can’t control in the first place.” A waste to kill people over too, unless it was so extreme.

“Crazy…” And she was certifiably crazy. This place was definitely up there with some of the weirder shit she’d seen. “There was this huge fight before it all ended… we all got our stuff back– powers, weapons, whatever. We had to… ‘defend the city’ or whatever but I ain’t very good at superhero-ing and Mistah J definitely ain’t so after a while we just kinda sat around an’ watched.” It all turned out fine in the end so what’s to worry?

“Ooh! I went to Hell once… they didn’t like me so they kicked me out… now I don’t know where I’ll go if I die. Definitely not Heaven… or maybe I’ll get reincarnated into somethin’ cool…” And there she goes, her mind wandering to the idea of coming back as a hyena or something. Part of her wondered if she’d come back as a snail or something after all the bad stuff she’d done in the past… 

She turned her attention back to Bad Girl and nodded in agreement. Home wasn’t much better… depending on where she called home. Coney had a lot of weird shit happening and most of it was her fault but at least in Gotham she wasn’t completely to blame. “Sometimes I kinda wish I could go home but then I remember I’d probably be in jail so… I think I’ll take whatever this place has planned for us…” Though as she spoke about looking out for her, Harley’s smile only grew. “I told’ja we’d be best friends! Ya know, havin’ someone in yer corner when things go south ain’t such a bad thing… jus’ call me if ya need anythin’, okay?” 

“So they expect you to guard the city too? Jeez-us. Talk about earning your keep.” She scoffs, picking at the whiskey bottle’s label. “City’s nice and all, but I’m not playing hero constantly for a place I didn’t get ask to get sent to.” There were a myriad of reasons why she probably should protect the city, probably integral to her existence there, but none were good enough for her. “Who’s this Mister J guy, anyway?” He sounded important, or at least worth knowing about.

“They didn’t like you? What the fuck?” Never had she heard of something so— “Goddamn weird. Did you fuck it up or something?” She could only imagine, if her new friend enjoyed chaos so much. It baffled her. “Hey, maybe. The after life is fucked enough as it is. Shit’s always changing around there. It’s like they can’t make up their minds about what’s really supposed to happen to us, like, ever.”

Managing to get the safety seal off even with gloves on, she finally unscrews the cap of the bottle and takes a long drink. “They actually take you guys to jail back at your place? God, I forgot what a working legal system was like.” She gives a short, bitter laugh. “But c’mon, you’d escape real easy wouldn’t ya? I doubt you’ve served a full sentence.” She couldn’t imagine her friend, her new best friend, staying long in any one place. Especially jail. 

“Kind of fucking awful indeed. No, I don’t blame you, it’s merely just…” Eurgh. She really wasn’t fond of being thrust into anything that wasn’t by her own admittance, she’d spent a long time getting over that. But a hostile scenario? Awful. She was no stranger to harm but that too had always been on her own terms. “I’m sure you will keep this to yourself, and I will admit I’m loathe to say but it’s probably for the best in case anything does happen.” Weakness, she hated confessing that too.

“I know how to take care of myself, and they don’t call me the queen of ghosts for nothing. But this?” She gestured at, well everything. “I don’t really do much fighting. Not directly anyway.” Even saying that made her feel pitiful and her brow furrowed at her own words. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea if things take a sour turn. If I wasn’t so inhibited then we’d have nothing to worry about, I could take us anywhere, anytime.”

She let out something of a sigh and her regular smile returned, that was enough self-absorbed misery for now. “I feel much better knowing you’re here, anyway.” 

Hearing things. That had been the problem really. She felt like she was always hearing something. But she never caught sight of what. Mostly in the distance, but other times it was uncomfortable close. The copious sand was making her extra irritable too, which helped matters none. 

Ammutseba stood to attention as she heard something heavy start sliding out of few, the tendrils whirling around with her and raising up like angry scorpion tails. The sound was followed by a shattering, then the sound of pouring sand. “Did you hear that? It-” She stopped mid word as she saw one of those detestable flickering creatures. Wolf sized and almost wolf shaped. “Right there.”

About to ask if she was messing with her, she thinks again when distress shows on Ammutseba’s face. “W... Why not? Why don’t you fight that much?” She seemed so powerful to Becky herself, even with the confidence to match. Mulling it over for a few seconds, she seems to come to a conclusion. 

“I mean, you don’t gotta worry about me. Shit like this is nothing compared to back home.” Even the red and black sludge she keeps seeing is reminiscent of the blood and pollution that was so common. “I’m not full power either, but I got enough that I can beat the shit out of anything that gets near us.” It was tempting to think of a “what if?” scenario, but she pushes it out of her mind as soon as it comes up.

“I appreciate it, honestly. As much as I love being around you, I’d rather be with ya at home or the beach.” Or the spa, or in bed, or— 

Goddess, it’s getting cold. It takes her a while to bring herself off of the couch, but she does nonetheless, heading back to her room to drag a blanket into the living room. By the time she gets back, there’s a few string of unread messages, each with a small red dot. Dorothea settles in for a second, wrapping the blanket around her toes, before picking the device back up.

Was it naive of her to believe that dating would be the same here as it was back in Fodlan? A little.. But men were always simple, anyway.

[TEXT]: i’ll make sure to keep my options open, then! [TEXT]: fuckboys? i’m not entirely sure what that means. [TEXT]: i guess… i’m mainly curious about what dating here looks like.. if it’s the same as back home, it shouldn’t be too hard! [TEXT]: i’m glad i seem confident, though! it wouldn’t be my first time at this whole “dating” thing. though.. we don’t have social media back home, unfortunately.. is that what this is? “social media?”

Quite the opposite, Becky feels far too hot. It isn’t a wonder, with all the lights and bodies and frenzied activity in the club around her. She picks up a champagne bottle from a nearby metal ice bucket and holds it between her thighs. It’s not hers, but it might as well be now. Hopefully it would melt soon enough.

By the time she’s done, Dorothea has replied to her. Oh, so she was that old fashioned. Or she was just really having a fun time yanking her chain so thoroughly. Still, she can’t help but indulge her.

“Ugh.”

Of course he didn’t get it all.

He keeps at cleaning up the blood for a moment, considering her question … How to put this … ? Demyan’s gaze floats up to meet her own.

“Demyan.” he says, finally, although the last time anyone really called him that seems like it was ages ago — Stolas calls him pet or prize, “And yeah, usually at random. Not even my master could stop it.”

The last part is punctuated with a lopsided sort of grin — plainly sardonic, “I’m sure you’ve met other guys with a lot more tact than this.”

“Gimme. I’ll do it.” She holds out her hand for the cloth. “If you’re gonna look like less of a mess, we can at least save your skin.” 

“Your master?” Of course her mind immediately goes to where it shouldn’t, which is the kind of master only she’s been called before. “Maybe you should get that checked out, for the sake of your clothes. It’s gonna be such a bitch to get blood out of everything if it happens for-fucking-ever.”

“He’s famous? One of those? Rough, man.” 

He can only imagine the ego there, the control. Welp, at least he didn’t have to worry about that.

“Mmm, they died when I was little or something. It was me and my big brother.”

“Yeah, he’s such a bastard about it. At least he’s not here.”

She could only imagine his reaction to well... everything. It probably wasn’t worth having him there just for that side to rear up.

NAME:  Charlotte Rebecca Birkin NICKNAME:  Bad Dog, Bad Girl, BG, Becky, Cherry GENDER:  cis(?) girl | she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic/bisexual

PREFERRED PET NAMES: Anything her partner puts effort to and personalizes for her, but she finds herself a sucker for more old fashioned pet names like angel face, sweetheart, and princess.

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DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …

fight honorably  /  fight dirty / prefer close-quarters  / prefer range  / chat during  /  go silent / low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily  / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first /  provoke easily /  provoke their opponent  / tease /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking /  use strategy  / focus on their battle  / experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  / try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly / fight calmly or apathetically  / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun /  prefer a bow / prefer a shield /  prefer a spear naginata  /  prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells  /   prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength  / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential  / exhaust quickly / high stamina /  doubt their strength / proceed with caution /   behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities  / use psychological tactics /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians /  strike down civilians  / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings  / signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  /  defend their blindside / has no blindside  /  use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. )  /  strictly use one main method  / play around / hold back  / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight /  has won a fight  / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.

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A shell breaking the water’s surface from above wasn’t particularly unusual, there was plenty of seabirds that dropped things either by accident or when they were done. But a rock? Well, they weren’t smart birds after all. Another rock. And another. Hmm. She wasn’t exactly far out, but it would be an impressive distance to throw. Well, she wasn’t doing anything else right now. 

But she had learned a certain lesson. She moved several metres to the side of where most seemed to be falling- certainly what she thought would be far enough away going off the others she’d seen- and the top of her head rose out of the water.

Just in time for something hard to crash right into the horn rising from her forehead. It wasn’t the most painful experience, but the jarring sensation into her skull was far from pleasant. A number of her tentacles lashed out of the water on reflex as she made a less than dignified noise and sank below the water with both hands on the horn. 

A moment later her top half rose out of the water much closer to the shore, a hand still on her head and all her eyes closed except one that cast an accusatory glare. 

Her hand shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out into the surf. The most recent rock she had sent out had certainly hit something. God, what if it was a whale? It was pretty big, whatever she saw briefly. She cups her hands around her eyes as makeshift binoculars to see more clearly just as tentacles shoot out of the water. 

“What the fuck!” Startled is what she would describe herself as. Scared? No way. Not scared by some strange creature she very likely either annoyed or pissed off. Cautious? Maybe. She backs up a good foot, though she’s the tentacles can reach much farther than that. Her suspicions are confirmed when its owner rises from the water.