#dma-dima

(well one of her secrets anyway.)

The Silver Shroud, crime fighter of the commonwealth, a specter that had seemingly risen from the pages of a comic book to bring justice to the world. She was not feeling very good today.

She was sitting just outside Acadia’s walls. Knees hugged against her chest to ward off the chill in the air. She watched the fog below as it coiled and moved, slowly circling…

oh ya sure! i won’t tag people tho, im too lazy (o v o; )

1. making my friends and partners laugh because their joy is one of the nicest sounds on earth to me and im enormously sappy

2. the food at my uni

3. piano music

4. affection

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New Year’s Eve at Acadia is the tail end of a party that’s been going all week. Nick is determined to get to the bottom of this bottle of whiskey with the help of whoever he can enlist. He pours a finger for the weary old stuffed bear who sits on a desk in the observatory in his new coat.

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The tall, silvery robot would straighten up a little, looking towards the woods that was right next to the path he was walking along. The van the band usually used to get around in had broken down, and the bots had to walk home from their latest show. Luckily, the venue hadn’t been far away from the manor, so it would only take about an hour to get home. 

Rabbit and Hatchworth had run along first, accompanied by the Walter Workers, while Steve, the sound engineer, had stayed back to wait for a mechanic to get there. The Spine had decided to walk at a slower pace, so that he could enjoy the starry sky. 

That was, until someone had come up to him. A stranger he didn’t know. A stranger who looked like someone from a different world. Not uncommon around these parts, seeing as Walter Manor and the surrounding area was a hotspot for stray portals. 

Emerald eyes would flash a little, for he himself had indeed heard what sounded like a scream from the woods. Steam hissed from his vents, as he slowly looked back at the stranger.

@dma-dima

Anna’s mind had been racing since Kasumi Nakano had disappeared.

A girl that young, going so suddenly? If the bombs hadn’t dropped, then the cause would’ve been clear as rain. Kasumi had just gone off on her own, in an act of teenage rebellion. It wasn’t something Anna was terribly familiar with, admittedly; she was always a law-abiding sort, even in her youth, but the reasoning was sound. People did crazy things, when they had doubts about themselves.

Despite this, two and two still didn’t come together, as much as Anna wished they would. The Nakanos seemed too nice of people, even if a little strict. A daughter that worried about her own identity didn’t match the home life she ran from. In fact, the whole situation screamed ‘external influence’ to Annie, back when she went looking for clues. So needless to say, when she arrived on the Island, Anna was quick to seek answers.

The people of Far Harbor (not Bar Harbor, as Anna remembered it) were cagey at best and rude at worst. They cowered behind the fallen corpses of ships long sunk and strange, cobbled together lampposts, fending off creatures that would give Lovecraft nightmares. Fishmen, giant salamanders, fog that turned men insane... Yessir, the Island had it all, and then some. It was enough to put an old bot like Valentine to sleep, and he didn’t even need rest anymore.

Sadly though, it wasn’t enough to keep Annie down.

This case rubbed her in ways she didn’t like, not one bit. Finding the radio in the Nakanos’ old shack had cemented that, mentally speaking. The voice on the other end, that Kasumi claimed to speak to and her parents claimed to hear, must’ve been the one to pull her to Bar-- Far Harbor. Ugh, Anna still had to work on that.

He came off as either an expert manipulator or someone very knowledgeable on the subject of synthhood. While under most circumstances, the latter would be preferable, Kasumi was still a young, impressionable girl. He might’ve put her in danger he didn’t even consider, at the time. Regardless, it meant Anna had to get to the root of the problem.

So she left Far Harbor early in the morning, with Old Longfellow in tow.

She had to admit, on reaching the summit of the old observatory; there was nothing like fighting a pack of tumorous wolves to wake you up in the morning. Especially when it was 2:54 AM. God, Nick was going to kill her when she came back to the inn. She could handle herself fine these days, but Valentine still wasn’t keen on people he cared about leaving so suddenly. It made him anxious, even after all those years alive.

Anna couldn’t help but cringe to herself, on opening the blue door. She knew she really shouldn’t be here, being human and alone (Longfellow had decided not to accompany her inside), but curiosity egged her on like Pandora and her box. She had to know who had lured Kasumi this far from home.

Cautiously, the red-haired woman walked down the hall, bathed in shadow. The circular room’s many screens painted her pale skin cyan and Tory blue, as she neared the central space. Her amber eyes narrowed in the glare.

/Nick jumps when he feels the cool arms of his brother hug him from behind. Nick turns and hugs him back, but with worry./

(I don’t have a Nate RP blog so let’s just imagine this is one)

Things are well. I wanted to ask your opinion on something. (Nate shifts, looking uncertain). What do you think about- transhumanism? If you could- blur the line between synth and human. Without hurting anyone! Almost no one! No one who isn’t already dead- and deserved it. (in an undertone)