#potential starters

❛ I’m just gonna stay angry. I find that relaxes me. ❜

❛ I can’t go, because I don’t want to. ❜

❛ You take me nowhere, and I talk to no one. ❜

❛ If any of you need anything, too bad. ❜ (to her little scientist team s4)

❛ I’m not sure I’m interested in that. ❜ ❛ No, I am sure. I’m not interested in that. ❜

❛ I hate everything. ❜

❛ I regret nothing. ❜

❛ I regret everything. ❜

❛ People are idiots. ❜

❛ I don’t want to seem overdramatic, but I really don’t care what happens here. ❜

❛ I’m usually not one for speeches, so goodbye. ❜

❛ No. ❜

❛ Strippers do nothing for me. But I’ll take a free breakfast buffet anytime, anyplace. ❜

❛ You had me at meat tornado. ❜

❛ Please do not approach me on the street after this event, and attempt to talk to me. ❜ (to coworkers like Nathanson)

❛ There’s no wrong way to consume alcohol. ❜

❛ I know what I’m about, son. ❜

❛ I think there should be less talking in life. ❜

❛ Breakfast food can serve many purposes. ❜

❛ Not to worry, I have a permit. ❜ (permit is written by her, it just says ‘I do what I want, J.’ - to s4 shield people)

❛ I would rather bleed out than sit here and talk about my feelings for 10 hours! ❜

❛ I’m not a sore loser! It’s just that I prefer to win, and when I don’t, I get furious. ❜

She’s my newest so just throwing ideas up but if ya wanna hop in on one, feel free to message me!

Essint

Sometimes she gets young clowns who fuck up big time, so she has to clean up their mess. X could be someone

who she has to make right with

who she finds to help her this situation right

It’s a Festival day and the Panomura is open for public gallery viewing! She mans the front desk, so X could be

an enthusiast

a connoisseur of fine art

a hemo-rebellious protester

a critic

a thief/pickpocket come to take advantage of the crowd

When she’s not at the Panomura, she practices her sculpting on natural rock faces and cliff sides. X could stumble upon her work and be

someone who appreciates it

a critic

a talent scout

really annoyed that she’s carving up their hive/business

an artistic rival

Or it could be a once in a new moon night off from dealing with baby clowns! Which means she’s going to be out and about in town, probably at some sort of

drinking establishment

market (black or legal)

restaurant

Another braindump but hmu if you’re interested in any of these!

Chylak

She cannot stand organic sounds- squishing, shifting, gurgling, you name it. One way she avoids those is by going to loud concerts featuring technologic or electronic-based music. X could be

A fellow enthusiast

a DJ/musician looking to expand their audience

When she does hear organic sounds, it can send her into death-visions, featuring random trolls in countless possible deaths. If it gets bad enough or constant enough, she would end up going to X and heckling them, blaming them for her visions.

As a paranoid hermit, she has developed a healthy interest in conspiracy theories. She could meet X at a meet- whether IRL or online.

More of a brain dump but lemme know if you’re interested in any of these!

Dezias

Given his particular psionics, he regularly takes jobs looking for people or things. X can be

his employer

a collaborator

an antagonist

the person he is supposed to be looking for in the first place.

He does hardcore parkour as well, so X could be

a new challenger

someone who appreciates the art of climbing and leaping buildings in the most ridiculous manner possible

There were those moments along her routes that the Courier felt she was being watched by a singular pair of eyes, a lithe presence that occasionally followed in her shadow as she would make her deliveries, tavern to tavern. It was with a coyness she regarded her little shadow, leaving the occasional ‘accidental’ sampling of wine to be taken to stoke her playful stalker’s interest. The little game came to a head when she felt fingers rustle against her scarlet cloak and give a little playful tug from behind. Of course, the Courier was too late in turning, as always, catching sight of nothing but a flickering silhouette as it slid from her vision. Pursing her lips against a laugh, she shook her head. Bested again!

“Going to get you, one of these days,” the scarlet courier murmured out the promise in melodic tones, setting her gaze back to the next cask to be delivered.

…Safrona was often so amused by the little game, she never thought to check if anything was ever taken on her person. That would simply be beastly.