TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
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01.28
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for cid a. valentine
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When her vision flooded with orange and white, Perdita was prepared to pay the stranger as little mind as she had all those that had come before: which was to say, none at all, convinced with little thought at all that their distress found its source elsewhere, and their attempts to slow her down were anything but. She very nearly, in fact, brushed right past him, so intent on the path ahead that her feet did not find themselves slowing to a halt until he stood entirely in her path and, very blatantly, so blatantly that even she could take note of it, assessed the culprit of a crime with unknown weight. His first words, then, were lost entirely to her, though fortune was kind enough on him that it let her catch onto the bulk of what came to follow. “You can't go around knocking over and breaking everything around you to get what you want just because you're hungry,” the stranger scolded, his words met with red eyes that did little more than blink lazily back. “There are nicer ways to go about it.”[break][break]
For the faintest of moments, the gijinka considered simply walking around this unforseen, and quite honestly unwanted obstacle (truly, she was starting to feel the hunger in full now, but she had gotten a worse earful not long ago for paying more attention to the food she scarfed down than the person trying to speak over her eating), but ultimately decided against it when the very real possibility of him simply standing in her way once more occurred to her. Perhaps this was what the people had meant by “pay”? Was it custom among humans to be yelled at by an unfamiliar face before partaking of a meal? Such seemed to happen to her every time she did, although the meanings of those screaming fits had been lost to her time and time again. To her surprised, however, even after she had resigned herself to a fate of angered nonsense that would only serve to further delay her meal, the typical scowl she'd come to expect on this person's face was replaced, instead, but an even stranger expression: an upturn of the lips; something she vaguely recalled was called a... snile? Hm, that didn't sound right. From his lips burst forth noise that sounded almost like an agitated bellow, but sounded far too joyous to be labeled as such. How strange. So strange, in fact, that she couldn't help but pause long enough to let his last statement really set in – and with the sluggishness of a child just coming to understanding, she asked very simply: “... I can't?”[break][break]
Had the words come from another, they may have sounded defensive, snarky, product of a mind used to getting its way and a speaker who understood little of respect for authority. When they fell from her own, they spoke, instead, of a genuine ignorance of common decency. If one did not first take their food, how were they expected to consume it?[break][break]
“Well, thankfully, you have your guardian angel here to bail you out of trouble!” Another strange action – or word choice, rather, that time around. “G... Guardian angel?” she parroted again, but at least had the sense to realize that she had asked two very simple questions in the span of a small amount of time, something that typically elicited a negative reaction of its own. Humans were so prickly. It seemed that anything done, in their eyes, was an excuse for anger. Unfortunately, the price of this realization was a loss of concentration, and when Perdita trained her mind once again on the words that fell from his mouth, she found that context had been lost (but was, lucky her, unneeded). “How about I treat you to some real food? All you can eat, five star, gourmet foods! Free of charge, of course. And maybe we could get you a bath and a clean set of clothes or something. I won't take 'no' for an answer!” Real food? Ah, so what she held in her arms was fake? Sometimes, it was so hard to tell, although she'd thought she'd finally discovered the line between “snack” and “poison” after the unfortunate Tide Pod incident some time back. If that which she held in her arms was just an imitation of what she needed to sustain her body, however, and this colorful, bright man was offering her something entirely different, she couldn't very well say 'no'. He wouldn't take it for answer, after all.[break][break]
She let her arms relax to her side, and in an instant, all of the food she had gathered in her arms fell to the ground – useless. “Alright,” she said, and tried not to think too long on what the difference between a meal with an electric charge and one without was. There was something more important to focus on in the moment, the trade-off for any act of kindness, the only thing that his kind ever bothered to approach her for: “What, then, do you want me to do?”
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YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT, YEAH, YOU CAN BE WHAT YOU WANT
● physically three, mentally older[break] ● attracted to cute and sparkly things[break] ● will literally do anything you ask
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perdita has zero concept of love because she has zero concept of social concepts as a whole. she was never supposed to interact with humans at all, much less try to flirt with them, so don't expect her to go out of her way to try to woo you, and - heck - don't expect her to pick up on any of the hints you may be dropping, unless you straight up tell her you're in love with her. can't guarantee that'll get you anywhere. she's kind of a public menace because she likes to flash ski- *cough* i mean, doesn't like constricting clothing that gets in the way of accomplishing her "errands". someone just give this girl, like, a coat, please.[break][break]
she may have end game already plotted out; we're currently testing the waters. check back later, and hopefully there'll be a definitive "open" or "closed". just note that if you ever want to try to romance her, it'll be pretty much 100% one-sided until she learns how to human a little better, rip.
i'm gonna eventually code a new template for her, but until then...
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for cid a. valentine
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819 words
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The worst was always the lulls that came in between.[break][break]
A mission, regardless of how well she understood the intent, the methods, or the reasonings was a mission: a goal to accomplish, an end that the means had yet to be sorted out into. If someone asked of her something, there was something to occupy her mind with, something to move otherwise idle hands and feet. Purpose. As a being with no real motivations or interests of her own, boredom was staved and progress made only ever at the whim of another person. If she was fortunate, her hard (effortless, truly, but the rest of the world saw it as the former) work would be noted by others before, during, or after, and her help would be enlisted immediately after completion of one task so quickly that one job slid smoothly into the next. It was better, truly, if a dozen people were begging for her lending hand. Help carry groceries here, silence the talkative man on 7th Street by any means necessary, fill in for a role at the play downtown just for one showing. What she accomplished or how well she accomplished it was irreverent. What mattered in the moment and what mattered in the afterglow was that she had mattered, then, if only for the amount of time it had taken to finish what had been asked of her to be done. Deep in her bones, she could feel that she had been made for this, or something like it. Whatever those strange men in those strange coats would have asked of her, however, she would likely never know.[break][break]
There were times, though, of course, when there was no aid to be given. Meowth didn't always find themselves caught in trees, children did not always pull her hand with the insistence that she humor them and their games, drugs were not always needed to be distributed by unknowing hands. A human would have had drive. Perdita was left with crushing suffocation. Her best bet was always to walk, and keep walking until someone eventually pulled her to the side with their questions and their demands, and not stop walking until there's something, anything that demanded that she walk no more. Through rain, through rubble – over Veherna rooftops and, now, down Irisian markets. The more people, the better; and yet not a single one today dared to so much as turn their head her way. Perhaps they were used to her appearance by now, all white-haired and scarred, bared skin. Though – the potential reasons for her isolation never even crossed her mind.[break][break]
It wasn't fatigue or a command that had her feet slowing to a crawl, and then to a halt before one of various food carts that lined the streets, but a twisting line of impatient people blocking the route she'd been so numb-mindedly following. Irritation may have come hot on her heels, but groups of people were easily pushed aside with a single bone-crunching punch should they have refused to move, and their presence and proximity to the smell of cooking meat did bring about an interesting bit of information: It had been some number of days since she had last eaten, perhaps nearing two weeks, and while her body was far more fuel-efficient in terms of energy consumption and usage compared to the creatures that blocked her path now, this did not mean she could carry on without a meal indefinitely. There was still time before she would feel genuine “hunger”, the likes of which would slow her down and make errand completion tedious. There was also no guarantee as to when she would come across so easy a meal. As she'd heard once: Never look at a Ponyta – Ah, no, that wasn't it. Never kick a Ponyta in the mouth? No, no, never gift a Ponyta in the mouth. Perfect.[break][break]
Sounds of opposition rang out as Perdita pushed her way to the front of the line, indifferent to the screeching noises of protesters and the occasional punch (no more harmful than a Cutiefly giving Butterfree kisses) all the while. “Excuse me, miss, but you'll have to stand at the back of the line,” said the cook behind the counter, but these words, too, were paid no heed. Instead, she reached out and knocked him over, flat on his back with minimum effort and took a great handful of food, anything and everything she could hold in her arms, on the trip it took to straighten her back. There was enough that some spilled from her arms, but enough that she could she could not care about that which was left behind. Prize secured, then, she made to take her leave, pressing on, deaf to outrage she left in her wake.[break][break]
“Pay”? “Thief”? The gijinka had no idea what they meant, much less that the words were being directed at her.
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Ah, I'm so excited for this! Unfortunately, I don't have too much to add to the plate, mostly because everything you threw my way sounded perfect. <3[break][break]
Perhaps the only thing I'd make note of is that old habits really do die hard, meaning that, even when Cid offers to teach her/give her a home, she'll probably only accept initially because she has literally no concept of saying no and has no real opinion on the matter either way. As for doing unsavory things for him – well, she's no stranger to doing them as is, has probably done worse for lesser things, and doesn't understand why they're “unsavory”, or what “unsavory” even really means in this context. For a while, she'd probably take orders just because they're orders there to be followed, something to give her some temporary semblance of purpose. This'll probably be something that changes over time haha, if you think you can get out of this without her growing attached, you're dead wrong; I'm a sucker for that kind of plot, of course but at least in the beginning, obedience won't be something to question because it's never been something she's needed to question before.[break][break]
But yes, these two will be cute, and maybe a little tragic. Just as all good plots should be.[break][break]
I had a vague idea for a thread starter with Perdita where she's hungry and just kinda. Orders a bunch of food from a stand or something. And walks away without paying, because what is money? And someone has to come in and stop her/explain to her that you can't just take stuff – in this economy??? If that sounds okay for a good meet up for these two, then, we could definitely roll with that! Alternatively, if you had something else in mind, I'm definitely all ears. <3
melt the ice away - that's what they say. say it, say it, say it's safe. don't you break down under hailstone. yeah, you can do what you want. you can be what you want. it's a bad, bad world. yes, you know they can hurt. i'm the same as you. i need loving, too. cold winds are blowing. i think it's time i was going. sad, sad city when you're giving for a living. yeah, you can have it with me: it's a perfect dream. you can be here, too. there's a lot you can do by the way you appear in the eyes of the world. take my word. melt the ice away.
And then you can write about that relation here! Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers. Let off a sharp burst, and then turn away. Roll over, spin 'round, and come in behind them. Move to their blindsides and fire again. Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind, ten ME-109's out of the sun. Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them; heading straight for them, I press down my guns.
And then you can write about that relation here! Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers. Let off a sharp burst, and then turn away. Roll over, spin 'round, and come in behind them. Move to their blindsides and fire again. Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind, ten ME-109's out of the sun. Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them; heading straight for them, I press down my guns.
you operate and motivate on synthetic fuel[break] you're mother nature and an atom bomb
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The canvas of your skin tells a story of hurried beginnings and rushed becomings, scars carved deep across collarbones and wrists, thighs and breasts. Normal children are born into this world beneath the eyes of the beholder. From day one, then, you must be anything but.[break][break]
Injections – machines – knives. Injections – machines – knives again. Repeat, repeat, repeat, until you stand taller than the white coats who hovered above your unmoving body with scalpels and syringes and all of the faces you have come to know (as well as you can, unthinking as you are on your tabled splattered with ichor) disappear down the hallways and out into the world spoken of but never seen. How long do you lay there, a puppet cut from strings, before you realize that there are no more needles, no more blades, no more frightful men with frightful stares? Days? Weeks? A year? You fall when you stand – but you were made to adapt, to environment, to type, to any and all stimuli. Walking comes to you in seconds. The layout of the underground labyrinth is memorized in the matter of minutes it takes to traverse it all.[break][break]
What is meaning? What is purpose? The sunlight stains your skin, carved to scream of your unnatural birth into this world, and you think not even to ask. You step into the unknown -[break][break]
but you are not afraid.[break][break]
(A synthetic demon, a titan dressed in human flesh. You're a project abandoned at completion in favor of avoiding the law, intended to strike gods from the sky and invaders from their portals. What Type:Null lacked, you have in spades. What humanity has, however, you were never given: ambition, empathy, a thirst for adventure. You wander the world because walking is better than doing nothing. If something is asked of you, you do it, no matter the task, no matter the person. If you are attacked, you will strike your assailant down and rip them to pieces. And if you are left alone – what then?)
A war machine that reached its completion too late to be used as a weapon and abandoned to the rubble left in Imum's wake, Perdita was never equipped with the knowledge it takes to lead out life in the image of a normal human being. She's only lived three years on this earth, half of that time spent in captivity, strapped to a table and cut into with a knife, and the bulk of it trapped beneath the banner of Imum even after its fall, so despite her release into captivity, she's still yet to get a grasp on what is and isn't socially acceptable. Purpose is something she lacks and seeks to achieve, often through the pursuit of temporary jobs, errands, and missions given to her by any and all. She'll do anything asked of her with no questions of her own, making her helpful at best and an unwitting menace to society at worst.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
"Friendship" is a word she was never taught, and camaraderie is something she's never had the chance to feel. It's a wonder if she could even "make friends" with another living being at all. She is grateful to those who give her tasks to occupy her time, although never so much that she would outwardly give gratitude, much less think of them as anything more than someone who has given her a method to stave her boredom, so she's no precedent for what a friendship should be. If someone were to go out of their way to make friends with her, she'd likely shadow them at any given opportunity and mirror their habits, focused on doing as they do as an example of "the average person". If you're asking for her loyalty, however, or vengeance enacted by her hand for your sake, you'll either have to look elsewhere or wait quite a while. As it stands, she's no drive for either.[break][break]
>>> HATESHIP
The only enemies made are those who impede her present mission or missions, and even then, she expends only as much physical and mental power on them as it takes to make them not impede her. Hate is something she feels even less than joy or accomplishment, surprisingly, so she never has reason to stew on the cruelties of others. Even if it were a friendly face to stand in her way, she'd knock them down like the rest. Perhaps the closest thing she'll ever find to a true "enemy" would be a member of the Ultra Beast family. While she has no conscious will to seek them out and slay them, the instinct to take them out (quite brutally) was built into her from the very beginning, a testament to her Type:Null evolutionary line origins. If she were to come into contact with one, knowing if they were a gijinka or not, how well they treated her or no, she would move to strike, and strike to kill.[break][break]
>>> LOVESHIP
I probably shouldn't have to tell you why landing here would be an absolute chore. The woman doesn't understand the concept of friendship, much less anything beyond that. Romance in its entirety is something foreign to her, so if you really want to end up here? I guess? Have fun teaching a murder machine about how lewd hand-holding is.[break][break]
>>> WANTED
Honestly, the biggest thing I'm looking for is someone patient enough to teach her the very basics of How To Human. Teach her basic math, how to read, read her stories, give her gentle head paps, the whole shebang. Interactions with Ultra Beasts would also be really fun, but you'd have to be prepared for her to literally try to kill you if you qualify, soooooo. Good luck. :'D She's probably also rather aggressive toward legendaries as a whole (albeit especially so toward the UBs), and has a sort of innate sense for them, so there are all kinds of potential! She also participates in Pokemon battles by herself, seeing as she has no Pokemon, so that could make an interesting thread! Hit her up!
