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?
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FIRST LASTNAME[break] Unchanging love and fleeting passion – from your point of view, they're nothing but code. Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever, even today. Being here and disappearing away, from your point of view, they aren't such mysterious things. The ends of this earth or the mysteries of life – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. Not just a good-for-nothing dream amassing up extraordinary trash. Faintly, you sing. Is the future fun? I don't really know, but let me stay here for just a little longer.
FIRST LASTNAME[break] Unchanging love and fleeting passion – from your point of view, they're nothing but code. Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever, even today. Being here and disappearing away, from your point of view, they aren't such mysterious things. The ends of this earth or the mysteries of life – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. Not just a good-for-nothing dream amassing up extraordinary trash. Faintly, you sing. Is the future fun? I don't really know, but let me stay here for just a little longer.
FIRST LASTNAME[break] Unchanging love and fleeting passion – from your point of view, they're nothing but code. Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever. I'm glad that you're lifeless, forever and ever, even today. Being here and disappearing away, from your point of view, they aren't such mysterious things. The ends of this earth or the mysteries of life – in front of you, they couldn't matter less. Not just a good-for-nothing dream amassing up extraordinary trash. Faintly, you sing. Is the future fun? I don't really know, but let me stay here for just a little longer.
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Look, there was a reason why she preferred wearing her hoodies and baggy clothing. Frankly, she couldn't give a flying damn about how she looked to other people, because in the end, all that mattered was that a) she was comfortable and b) other people felt like they didn't walk into a stripper club the moment she went in. What she doesn't get - what she'll never get - is how some girl who doesn't even have teen in the later part of her name can walk around in skimpy clothing that showed way too much skin. More skin than the school dress code should allow. But hey, what teachers actually paid attention to the crap they pulled? What teacher actually stepped in and went "call your parents, because you need a change of decent clothing" and actually went through with it? Hell, she knew some perverted as fluff teachers who actually enjoyed looking at the bodies of young girls or boys. Talk about gross? Way gross. There was a reason why Stephanie stayed away from the people from her school and the majority of her classmates, if not trying to avoid talking too much to the teachers. Because.. What? Middle School. That one time where teachers think you're still kids and too young to actually have a conversation with, babying you and cooing over and when you tick them off they scold you like they would scold their toddler? [break][break]
Screw them, the young girl thinks to herself with a scowl. The thought of it makes the sparks crackle off the tips of her tail, all while her burning, orange gaze seemed to pierce straight through the troublesome group before her. Now, to them, she was a misfit. She was one of those people who didn't fit in with any group, she was one of those people who refused to conform under any circumstance, and she was the type to completely rebel against what they would call social norms. A deviant, they labelled her. One that they have tried to pull down, one that they have tried to both and irritate. But by the end of it, someone was sent home for crying too hard and she was pit into trouble by the teachers. Suspended? That's not something she's had to deal with before, and it was something she welcomed. Not because she hated learning or doing anything in general, but because any time away from those thots means more time in uncontaminated air to breathe. Now, that, that was always welcome. [break][break]
Speaking of something that was always welcome, it seemed like the blonde over there seemed to agree with her earlier remark, backing her words up with a smile. Kind smile, humorous tone. Cheerful demeanour altogether, but that doesn't change the context and intentions of his remark. Much to the absolute horror to some of the girls, of course. Frankly, it was clear to Stephanie that they thought something from Twilight was going to happen. Approach, smile, flirt, maybe try acting shy while so obviously trying to grab his attention. She could feel the cringe and she could feel the flirting. Yeah, sure. Okay. Steph did flirt now and then. Sure, she did smile. Sure, she did humour people. Sure, she did act like the damned people from school for the sole reason of not wanting to be called "weird" for not fitting in with the norms. Stupid, as seen by adults, but still nevertheless the norm by the society. How stupid was that? But when there's someone who shows some sign of not being one of the majority? It was like a breathe of fresh air amidst a polluted land dump. The corners of the girl's lips curl into a smile at his latter words, just taking in both the shocked and offended expressions of those other girls. [break][break]
"Glad to see someone actually does have a good head on his shoulders~" And see, the irony here? Stephanie hated kids her age, and that's why she didn't talk as much as she usually would around adults. Adults were easier to talk to, they didn't fall to the majority of childish trends, what with a kid thinking they're gonna be the most popular and amazing in their class for the rest of their lives, just for having some new outfit? Or beating the level in a game? What? They thought it'd make them popular? Yeah, she thought not, love. This is why she doesn't understand the concept of popularity in high school, and why the kids played it up so much. From what she heard about high school, it was hell. From Vivian, that is. She heard that it was horrible, the worst experience of her life because people thought that they were in the damned authority to do or say something. Just because more people liked them, and just because they apparently had more positive attention. [break][break]
You're using attention and people as a currency at that point. [break][break]
But hey, douches will be jerks, hoes will be sluts. Much to Stephanie's chagrin, however, she hears the sudden rebuttal from one of the other girls, glaring over at the young girl for initiating an insult to come their way. Oh, what? So it was her fault that they lost their chance at a high school guy? But nevertheless, she casually adjusts the earbuds that was slung to hang around her neck and shoulders while pulling off that one bud that stayed secured in her ears. Why was she listening to music? In hopes to filter out whatever trash may be coming out of their mouth. But lo and behold, she's met with trash coming straight out of the girl's mouth. "We weren't talking to you, Stephanie." One of them groans, rolling her eyes while another gently pulls at the young boy's shirt. "Hah, that's mean~.. Just ignore Stephanie. She's a really dangerous and weird, so no one-- ... YeeeeEEEEEEEEK!"[break][break]
As one of the girls were tugging at the boy, her body suddenly froze up and began to shudder. Stephanie took it upon herself to casually slip her way through the people and grab the girl who was apparently still being a stubborn little beach. A stubborn beach who, eventually, had her tied up hair standing on end from static electricity. The sparks continued to crackle between the cyan ears on top of her head, all as her tail casually sways behind her to fend back the other girls who immediately backed off. As for the girl who was shocked? She was raising her hand to touch her hair, now in horror and agitation alike. "Stephanie, what the fu--"[break][break]
"I told you. This is a school tour. If you have time to be a thot and slut around, then maybe you can use that time to fix your precious hair. Maybe you'll actually learn something." And with that, the girl's orange eyes glared towards the fellow classmate. Though a pachirisu, the stubborn one grumbled before taking a number of steps back into the crowd, back into the arms of her apparent "posse" who all took care to glare daggers at the laid back female. Did Stephanie care? Nope. If anything, the girl casually glanced up at the male who had to witness that whole.. Fiasco. "... Sooo.. Yeah. Those are my classmates. Kill me, but those are my classmates. Sorry about that~" You can go back to the tour now. You know, the tour that she was pretty much forced to go to. But hey, on the bright side, she was having a little bit of fun in spite of her initial irritation.
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"Glad to see that someone agrees with me!" [break][break]
Well said, too. There were few people who would actually support this behaviour, between her other teachers, the stupid students in her class, and Vi. Though, Vivian seemed to be significantly more lenient on her attitude, especially if the jerks deserved it. "Exactly!" Her voice chirps up, her lips curling upwards into a broader smile. "Just because their older, it doesn't give them the right to be rude to other people! Like I get the whole respect your elders thing, but that doesn't give them leeway to just pick on the younger generation like that!" Oh, what a relief to know that someone here had a decent head on his shoulders! The girl could practically jump for joy, especially because hell, he was the only other person she's met - save Aurelie - for supporting this otherwise uncouth behaviour. [break][break]
Now in response to her initial question about Ji-Yeon, she pauses and mulls it over, pondering his words. Though she was a child, this doesn't mean she's not observant. She could have sworn that she's heard that name before, no matter how foreign it may have sounded. Jun.. Jun.. Where had she heard that name before? Argh.. It was probably going to kill her from curiosity and irritation alike. Only because she found his name irritating. Only because she could have sworn that she's heard that name before, but where was what she couldn't put her finger on. Stephanie mulls it over again, this time around tapping her finger against her elbow as she repeats the name in her mind. Now, anyone else would think that it's not uncommon for her to know the manager's name, especially when he was watching over idols. On the other hand, Stephanie could have.. Sworn. She could have sworn that she has heard of his name. [break][break]
Maybe she should give them the benefit of doubt? But even then, Stephanie knows. Like, she just knows. Look, Stephanie wasn't like every single kid you'd see out on the streets. She's not like every middle schooler who would scream and squeal at every little thing, and would jump at gossip like the nosy little pricks they were. No, Stephanie knew when someone was worth her time. She knew when a name was worth the time of day, and she always kept her own, personal note as to who was who, did what, and who to keep an eye out for. Specifically for one person, but that was because said person was one of the most gullible people you could ever meet. You'd think it'd be the other way around, assuming that age difference they had. [break][break]
But again, benefit of doubt. [break][break]
Stephanie breaks that brief moment of thought with the shake of her head, bouncing in place for a moment before looking towards the scattered papers and palettes that littered her desk. The blond girl looks over with bright orange eyes, before her fingers gently graze over a few sheets of the paper on the table. "Aure showed you one--" She pauses and cuts herself off, more to give herself time to think of which specific one, she showed to the DJ. There were quite a few, but now she's trying to recall which one she showed long enough for the young woman to take a picture. But once it clicks with her, the brightened gaze of the girl seemed to light up. "Ohhhh! Right! That one! It was a water colour painting I made of my older sister, Vi. Just gonna say, the real thing is way prettier--"[break][break]
"Isn't." [break][break]
And out of literally no where, she hears the somewhat monotone voice from the back of the apartment. It sounded like she actually took the effort to raise her voice, having opening the door down the hall a bit to speak before the sound of the closing door follows. A grin stretches across the girl's face, all while leaning forwards to quickly run over to the hallway. "Liiiiies! You aaaaare pretty!" The girl retorts, which prompts a silent sigh from the other side of the door. Stephanie giggles a slight bit before turning back to Tae and with the shrug of her shoulders, she points down the hall. "So yeah, that buzzkill down there. That's Vi, or uh.. Vivian. She's not usually good with people, which is why she holes herself in her room. Woman lives under a rock. Like. A literal rock. So there's that~"
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Stephanie's eyes brightened up, hearing the confirmation come from his lips themselves. Oh my god-- First she was talking to a DJ, and now she's pretty much in the presence of an idol! And all by being a little brat to an older dude who was being a prick in the grocery store! But honestly though, she didn't think that Aurelie would actually.. Manage to get Tae Seung to come over to her place. What confused her even further was that she couldn't see the other performing sister anywhere. Ji-Yeon, if she recalled correctly. Even though she was a fan of their music and a fan of them, themselves, Stephanie was always the type of person to pay more attention to the music they made, rather than the artists themselves. The only time she would bat her eye towards them was when she listened to enough music composed and sung by them to have those names stick. [break][break]
And in response to his question, the girl beamed up and nodded her head. Quite a bit, actually. "Guilty as charged! Although.. Vivi kind of got mad at me for making a scene." The squirrel female's ears perked up rather energetically, sparks of electricity began crackling int he fur of her fluffy, electric tail. Stephanie stays by the door, maintaining that generally chipper demeanour before realizing just how long she's been blocking the doorway for him. At this revelation, she quickly jolts upwards and grasps her hand around the knob. The young gijinka pulls the door up larger for the male, hazel eyes following his figure with near, suppressed and anxious excitement. "Come in~.. Although, I'm a little surprised to see that you didn't come with Ji-Yeon.. How is she?~" Her other hand lowers before her, holding onto the red sleeve from her hoodie. The red hoodie that had splatters of acrylic paints on them, with a few stains from water colour and of other pen and pencil markings. There were a few drops of paint on her face, followed by smeared colours on her fingers in general. Buuut since Vi was usually a neat freak (in some occasions), she wore gloves so that paint didn't get everywhere. [break][break]
The interior of the apartment was small, but it was cozy enough for two people. Basic kitchen, living room and a small hallway that led own to two separate rooms and a bathroom at the end of it. Although, the living room was less of a living room. If anything, the hallways had a blank wallpaper that was put up, with occasional splatters of paint here and there. To compliment that, there were a couple of paintings of scenery or random doodles that stretched down the majority of the halls. On the other hand, the living room had two desks; as though someone took a knife and split the room in half to make two different rooms. Whereas one half of it was neat, tidy and mainly consisted of papers, student tests and pens, the other side was littered with papers on the ground, in the net basket of a trash can, and a number of paintings and doodles that were posted onto the wall. Asides from that, they both had their own cabinets; one that held finished artwork as a large portfolio of sorts, and the other holding.. Something like office work. Plans and the like. [break][break]
Long story short, it's like someone cut the room right down the middle, and then stuck an actual living room at the front of it.[break][break]
Stephanie gleefully travels down over to the living room, before pointing over to the couch near the front of the room. A couch with a television and a separate desk for whatever needed to be done. "Sorry about the mess and all~.. I was kind of doing some painting before you got here, so I kind of look like a mess." She turns her attention back to Tae, hand pointing back and gesturing over to a specific painting of a young woman. This one, unlike the rest, was actually framed and carefully placed at the top of her designated cabinet. "I was trying to make a repaint of that, since it's been a while~". Stephanie childishly giggles while taking her hoodie off, quick to toss it over to the chair that wasn't even bothered to be tucked into her desk. No, Stephanie didn't know how to greet guests properly. She was only thirteen for crying out loud, and even then, she was.. Well, frankly she didn't care. Couldn't care less. [break][break]
And with that, the petite gijinka stands by her desk while maintaining that smile. Well.. At this point though, it was less because an idol was at her place, and more of the fact that they actually had a visitor. She didn't exactly know how to greet them nor did she know how to talk -- that's where her sister outclassed her. Rather, Stephanie attempted to keep a rather casual conversation of her own, up. "So.. Again. Sorry that the place is a mess. Vi and I rarely get visitors, so I think she was surprised when I told her someone was coming over, too."
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"But I don't wanna gooooo--"[break] "Stephanie, if I don't see you go, then you're going to be in big trouble missy."[break] "WELL WHAT IF I JUST SKIP LIKE I ALWAYS DO?"[break] "Then I'm taking away your hoodies." [break] "..." [break] "It's your choice, Stephanie."[break] "FIIIIINE! Meanie.."[break][break]
Stupid school. Stupid responsibilities. Stupid work. Beeeeh, she says. Stephanie found herself gazing out of the school bus as the other children around her were talking. Chatting amongst themselves while laughing at whatever stupid trend that was running around. You can practically hear the wannabe kids trying to act mature, like they want to impress some freshmen. She looks over to her left and there are already girls trying to make themselves look mature, hoping for some high school guy to hit on them. There are a few girls already fantasizing, about running into the "love of their lives" in school. Like.. Bumping into them and going "Kya!" and then the guy would go "Are you okay?" and then you have pink, sparkle bubbles. Everywhere. The thought alone makes the blonde female close to gagging, so much that she's turning the other way. For the time being, she's trying to ignore the other children. But when it's not the left of squealing and romanticizing girls, it's the right with the hormonic and perverted guys eyeing some high school girls the bus just happened to pass by. [break][break]
So between that and the fact that the teachers didn't do jack? She really, really didn't want to be here. Hell, she'd rather go to high school already just so she can get away from the majority of her classmates. The young girl gazes out the window in silence, holding her book bag on her lap while blankly staring at the passing roads, trees and surroundings. She pops in her ears buds to turn the music up, having snuck her MP3 player out and over to the bus without the teacher noticing. If she was found out, the odds are that it would be confiscated. But hell, was she going to spend the majority of her time listening to whatever the hell the other students were saying. Having to be exposed to it was going to lower her IQ. If they thought she was stupid now, well, there's your reason. How can anyone possibly expect you to be book smart when all you heard around you was gossip? Oh my god, this person did this. I heard this person kissed that. Oh, they hugged this. Or he likes her, she likes him. Oh my god, all the drama. [break][break]
Shut up. [break][break]
Shut up time and time again. She's had just about enough of middle school as you could so clearly tell. There's a reason why she's gotten so salty, and there's a reason why the majority of kids tend to stay away from the Pachirisu gijinka altogether. Being called mean and overreacting, when they were the ones who constantly badgered her? They were so, so stupid. Stupid, entitled little pricks. Why she oughta-- [break][break]
"Hey, Steph?"[break][break]
And from behind her, a voice suddenly called out before she feels a hand gently tapping her shoulder. It was so sudden that she nearly jumped where she sat. But never the less, Stephanie was able to pull an ear bud from her ear to glance back towards him. A young boy from her class who - incidentally - had a crush on her. How the hell did he develop one? God knows how. Why? Your guess was better than hers. But either way, the blonde female turns from her seat, casually looking her shoulder to find the dark-haired boy grinning her way. "... Wait what-- Oh. Hey, Keith." She gives him a lazy wave, and the two of them begin to have their own little chitchat. Even so, Steph seems.. Less than devoted in the conversation, unlike the other side. Don't get her wrong; he was a nice guy. Smart, fairly athletic and all that fun jazz. What she hated was how endearing he was. Being all kind and whatever to her, trying to look fake to impress her-- How superficial could you get? Not to mention that she's shot him down how many times over. Persistent, yeah, but he couldn't get the hint. [break][break]
They were thirteen for crying out loud. [break][break]
So throughout the conversation, Stephanie's getting glares thrown in her direction. Yeah, she's had people write nasty things in her journal. She's had people messing around, spreading rumours and teasing but it's nothing that she hasn't put a stop to in the past. Now, majority of her school mates were probably terrified of her. Even then, they couldn't deny that she was hella good at talking to people. Ah.. Well. Delinquent children will be delinquents, yeah? But thankfully, it wasn't long until the bus ride came to a stop. The children came out in an orderly fashion, one by one, and were split off into groups. Some would be going with the teachers, and a smaller group would be going with one of the freshmen. Well..Stephanie personally felt better going with the Freshman so.. When she was put into her group, she kind of slipped off and hid under the dark red hoodie. You know, like how you would when you want to hide from cameras in a store. Wanna steal something and all. [break][break]
But seriously though, she really didn't wanna hang around too many people her age. She could already feel the goosebumps from the anticipated cringe coming her way. Ugh. That being said, it doesn't take long for the young girl to follow the group with the Freshman, spotting a young, blonde boy where their leader person should be. She could already hear the female classmates looking over and lowkey squealing, which only made Stephanie gag more. Oh god. If that was what she had to put up with in high school, she'd rather not. But it was between this or having to make do with even more idiots doing... Whatever the hell they did. No, she'd rather stick with the lesser evil and let things sink in. So for the time being, it would be best to play that one quiet kid. You know, just walk around. Listen. All that fun jazz, yeah? Vivian did tell her to behave, after all. But part of her was actually contemplating on ditching. Probably like.. Later on, just so that Vi wouldn't be getting the phone call home again. There was just so much you can do to cheat the system. [break][break]
And with that, the girl begins to slowly approach the blonde male who was - supposed to be - their leader for the day. Hooray. Fun times. But there she found a few of the middle school girls from her class trying to talk to him, too. Probably just.. Trying to hit on him and all. Yeesh. How desperate could these girls get, right? And though it wasn't Stephanie's problem.. Well, their squealing and their poor attempts at trying to do subtle flirting was making her gag. Like, even she of all people could do better. Hell, VIVIAN COULD DO IT BETTER, and Vi didn't even talk to guys! Or smile! Biggest buzzkill in existence could flirt better than they could. With that, Stephanie casually narrows her eyes to the side, tugging onto her hoodie that tiniest bit before voicing her (very much needed) opinon on the matter. "See, you guys can go sl***ing on him whenever other time you want, but this is school. Jesus, you're more desperate than some of the b****es I see underground.". Okay no, she didn't actually say that. But hell, she wanted to just so she didn't have to listen to them constantly fawning over every other guy they cross paths with. [break][break]
"This is a school tour, not a flirting session. I think you already do enough of that in class." The young girl voices. There is a subtle glare amongst the other girls who are flirting, and the few girls who ignore her continue to badger the young man. Stephanie on the other hand impatiently crosses her arms, furrowing her brow as sparks begin to crackle from her tail. "... Honestly, people."
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It all started with a day at the grocery store. [break] She wishes she was kidding. [break][break]
No. Stephanie Nguyen is your local middle school kid. That one kid who skips class. That one kid who thinks that there are better ways to spend your life than to be holed up in the classroom. That one kid who would probably laugh in your face for trying to educate her. That one kid who found it all the more entertaining to just.. Mess around. To screw around with you. To shit around, to whatever. But though disobedient and michevious she was, she was by no means, a criminal. She was by no means a bad kid, and she was no means someone who should be getting the attention that she does get. An innocent soul she's been called, a precious child who's naught been exposed to the harsh realities of this world. A child who's gotten everything handed to her by her doting, elder sister. Well, you wanna know what she says to them? [break][break]
Fuck. [break] Fuck. Them. [break][break]
Yes, the child will swear. Just the other day, she was minding her own business in the grocery store. However, this was only because Stephanie had been working and toiling her own child hands to rake up and save enough extra money for both herself, and her elder sister. After school hours, Stephanie stepped out to the store to grab A large piece of steak; something large enough for two people to have a nice dinner with. The only thing she had to say was damn, it was heavy. Heavy and a nuisance to take home, but Stephanie was capable of hauling it back to the front door to surprise Vivian. Unfortunately, she didn't get home until.. Way later. Way later than she would have liked to, of course. Because while she was in the grocery store, her sweet, sweet time was being absorbed by a man and his incoherent screaming at the cashier. Initially, Steph assumed that he was just butthurt over something, and let him ride it out. [break][break]
Unfortunately, there's just so much until he's held the line up for both herself and others for a whopping five minutes. At that point, Stephanie had just gotten plain irritated and impatient. Hence why she voice her opinion-- something that a child her age shouldn't be doing to a man who was probably three times her age. The result? She got a major scolding from the man, even going so far as to humiliate him with how childish and petty he was acting. Thankfully, her age was what let her off the hook that time around, and the man was removed from the store by security so people could go on with their days. She never would have expected for the woman behind her to approach her, more with a beaming smile after paying for the food. They hit it off - thankfully - and then she finds out the girl was in the music industry as a DJ. [break][break]
What's more is that she just so happened to be friends with the people in a group Stephanie happened to be a fan of. [break][break]
Hearing this, Stephanie nearly jumped. Even more so when the albino only called her a few days ago, asking for her address and if some people could go over. Of course, Stephanie didn't exactly know what to expect. Rather, the petite, blonde child ended up sitting on the couch whilst awaiting further instructions. The clock marched on, and her gold eyes seemed to glare at the ever-advancing second hand. [break][break]
"Stephanie? Who are you waiting for?" [break] "I'm waiting for a guest."[break] "... A guest? Today? Ah.. Right. You said you made a friend the other day."[break] "Yeeeup. But she said this is a friend of her friend."[break] "... Just.. Be careful, alright Stephanie?"[break] "You'll be in the other room, it'll be fiiine~"[break] "I'm aware of that, but we're still both females."[break] "Aaaand? You know I can kick the shit out of any guy who lays a finger on y--"[break] "Language, Steph." [break][break]
And with that, the child giggled as she leaned back and eyed down the hallway of the apartment. Down there, a sigh could be heard. A sigh of near disappointment. But waiting wasn't going to make time move faster, and so the girl picked up a thin paint brush and dipped it into a small container of water. With that, the girl began to gently dap at the solidified, watercolour paints and gently press it against the uneven papers. It's not long until she's able to create something of a human figure, paired with purple and a gold gradient. The girl picks up another brush, gently dipping the tip into an ink pot to carefully outline the smiling figure. A painting would certainly pass the time, she thought. [break][break]
And indeed, it did. Shortly after completion, the Pachirsu Gijinka's ears perked upwards. Her tail followed suit at the sound of the doorbell, and this prompted her to put down her brush and walk her way over to the door. Their apartment was a small one, but it was quaint. Quaint with two bedrooms, thankfully. But otherwise, it wasn't much a walk from her room to the front door itself. "Coming!" She shouts out. The little girl eventually grasps the doorknob, quick to open it up. Turn the handle and look up--[break][break]
Hold up.[break] Wasn't that--[break][break]
"... Tae Seung?" The girl stares for a brief moment. And for a second there, her grip on the knob tightens before a brighter smile stretches across her face. "It's Tae Seung! Like, in the flesh!~" And there she goes. However even though she's pleasantly surprised, Steph made a note as to not scream as loudly as she.. Probably should be. But even then, she was being a bit.. Well, she was internally freaking out. [break][break]
"Were you the visitor that Aure said was coming?" And with that, her eyes light up as she waits for a response.
Oh darling goodnight goodnight[break] No matter how many times, it’s just not right
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Abilities
In spite of her petite structure and her generally childish personality, Stephanie is anything but a harmless little pachirisu child. Despite being a rather weak gijinka in on her own, Stephanie can hold her own against the majority of attacks directed her way - with the exception of ground type moves, which prove quite dangerous to her. Otherwise, she's very much strong against flying attacking that comes from above, grass attacks, and water attacks directed her way. With her electric typing, Stephanie is immune to the effects of paralysis. However, what's interesting about Stephanie is the possession of her pokemon-counterpart's hidden ability; Volt Absorb. Not only does it render her immune to all electric attacks, but it also helps her "recharge" as she likes to call it. Electricity keeps her awake and energized - literally speaking. So when she's been hurt too much and is hit with the electricity, her body actually adapts and begins to heal itself in proportion to the damage the attack should have done. [break][break]
Like Pachirisu, Stephanie holds a large amount of electricity in her body. She's susceptible to static electricity, and the odds of her shocking you at touch are surprisingly high. Her arms and legs, though short even with her age, she's a very agile little girl and is usually capable of outrunning the majority - even people who are much larger or older than her. It should be noted that she can and will paralyze other people around her - just with a simple nuzzle and leave it be. Of course it won't hurt too much, but she has the tendency to do so under certain circumstances. Her electricity is often used to charge phones, electronics or.. Just to act as a portable outlet, really.
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Empty sky; I’m alone with no one nearby
Originally born as Elodie Frasier, however her parents abandoned her when she was a newborn.
Abandoned on the streets with nothing but a Dratini, Scorupi and Gible.
It was the pokemon who helped to raise her. As a result, she's grown very proficient with communicating with pokemon (in terms of reading actions).
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Memories ignite the passion that keeps us both alive
Elodie initially took her sweet time learning the ropes of the streets. Her pokemon protected her from bandits and otherwise as she was growing up. Thankfully, there were few people who tried to help her.
There were a few adults who acted as her guardians. However, all of them died shortly afterwords.
By the time she was four, she had already lost about seven parental figures. Either they died, or they abandoned her all over again.
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It’s your consideration; Your patience, dedication
In the same year of four years old, she was already learning how to properly beg for money and gain pity from people. However, she unfortunately found that if she did that, she would be brought into child services. Thinking that her pokemon would be taken away from her in the process, she evaded the authorities time and time again.
Spent the majority of her days training her pokemon, relentlessly trying to grow stronger while also attempting to draw out strategies with her three pokemon.
Often stole pieces of chalk from the city kids to draw on walls, if she wasn't using spray paint.
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Devotion, action, forbearance; keep me flying high
Developed a violent and practical battle style to adapt to the street life.
At age five, she began to observe other students from the schools battling. Occasionally stole textbooks and studied from them while munching on stolen food.
Grew considerably more ruthless over the years, training both herself and her pokemon to protect themselves.
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Reinforcement; Encouragement, conviction
At the age of six, she managed to evolve her Dratini into a Dragonair, and her Gible into a Gabite.
Taught her pokemon to be self sufficient, thus they no longer had to rely on her to give them orders. The later years would be used to forge a stronger bond with them.
Used the rest of the next few years to train her pokemon in her thought process. As a result, she and her pokemon all developed their own strategies.
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You are the star in my eyes
Elodie became known in the alleyways of Lumiose City as a ruthless child, who rode the back of her Gabite and scared Bandits off. Unfortunately these years of violence made her accustomed, and therefore grew unfazed by bloodshed.
At the age of seven, her Dragonair evolved into a Dragonite. Caught a Ditto who had been literally throw out of their house and into the back alleyways.
Caught and befriended an Emolga who was trying to steal her food after offering some sort of share.
Met a Mimikyu who was insulted by a few passing trainers, showing compassion and kindness to the pokemon out of sympathy.
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Acceptance, recognition; Assurance, absolution
Began to train her pokemon all the more. By the time she was eight, her Gabite evolved into Garchomp and her Scorupi evolved into Drapion.
Unfortunately, her pokemon were trained to kill if anything. Elodie took her time to study the human body using her own and other bandits. Eventually, Elodie began to seek out other street rats and attacked them to study how to kill them with ease.
Sought to kill in order to gain resources and otherwise.
Found and caught a Joltik, Stufful and Venipede hiding out in one bandit alley. She took them in and started to train them as her own.
At nine, she was infamous for being the most dangerous child in the vicinity of the alleyways. Both she and her pokemon have personally killed numerous people with ease. Unfortunately, Elodie didn't see the problem with that at the time.
She was known to have a silver tongue, charming with a childish gleam and giggle.
However, she wasn't mentally unstable. For all it's worth, Elodie was perfectly sane; she just had a warped view on reality.
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Even your existence takes the burden off my mind
She met a young woman who went by Vivian Nguyen. She found her being harassed by her family in an alleyway, which prompted Elodie to scare them off. Initially however, it was with the intention to rob them.
She was caught off guard when she found that Vivian wasn't scared nor would she attack her in return. She was intrigued by the woman who wouldn't run.
The two of them began to grow closer to each other, more developing a sisterly relationship.
It got to the point where Elodie was more than willing to spend more time with her, after watching Vivian's family abuse her the way they did.
After Vivian moved out, she was offered a roof over her head to live with Vivian.
In that same year, she was adopted by Vivian Nguyen and inherited the woman's surname.
For the sake of making things easier on Vivian, she changed her name to Stephanie.
At the age of ten, she began trying to integrate back into society.
Unfortunately, she struggled to adjust and began skipping classes and school. After witnessing this, Vivian began to home school Stephanie.
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Allow me to fight by your side
She's been living with Vivian for three to four years now, and also moved over to Eirenhyre with her.
Stephanie is suspicious of Christopher and really dislikes him, however says nothing for the sake of her elder "sister".
Currently attending her final year of middle school, however she has a bad habit of skipping school and doing her own thing on the streets.
Tends to wander New Veherna, more in the underbelly area because it makes her feel the most at home.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
