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seasonsrpg2023-03-04 12:46 pm
pecker) wrote in seasonsrpg2023-03-04 12:46 pm
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curses are like chickens
🥚 Who: Niwatori & Bucciarati & Sayaka
🥚 What: high murderbirb, let these chumps deal with it
🥚 When: March 4th
🥚 Where: Spring district
🥚 Warnings: She is arriving fresh from her death game so most likely there will be mention of drugs, poison and killing in here!
[Slightly late to the party, Niwatori had went through the arrival procedures alone and received all the details of Ellipsa - though it was all a source of agitation for her. No sooner than the thought she could win against the Ox occurred, she wound up in that strange field instead, but the sensation of heightened senses persisted as One Man Army remained in her bloodstream. All she could do was scream in confusion, and she truly felt like a chicken with her head cut off running around all those trees with her white outfit and not even another sign of life around. The letter explained enough to calm her down somewhat, but it's such a strange coincidence. And an unusual bother. In any case, nausea was setting in very slightly, so she doubted anything had been altered about her condition. Most likely, the ones who brought her there simply didn't know about it running its course. The less-harmful venom would mask its effects on her, and the attendants weren't the sort to pry.
Which means that all of this is pointless. By her count, she has about six hours left to live. So she doesn't get her things out of the apartment they gave her in Blossomcrown. She simply opens the window to let her birds fly out as they please, then she starts walking toward the Botanical Garden. Once she's in, she puts her hand against a railing as she looks across to the beautiful plants and flowers, then at the sky where one of her friends has taken flight overhead. It reminds her of being in the hospital courtyard before she was adopted. The frustrating blank slate is the same, even without any further amnesia.
And so, though she is a waif of a young woman, the metal is starting to creak and twist unnaturally from the tension in her hands. There is one difference from then. The buzzing of the bees is annoying her. Even in this peaceful area, the world is so very loud. She can even hear the vital signs of a person nearby. Niwa turns quickly to find them, eyes bloodshot.]
W-Who's there? Did... Did you think you could sneak up on me?!
[There aren't any other warriors here. She knows that. But it's hard to separate that mindset from the one she was in during the Taisen, since her emotions have been stuck in full force with One Man Army in effect and nothing to really kill to vent it out.]
🥚 What: high murderbirb, let these chumps deal with it
🥚 When: March 4th
🥚 Where: Spring district
🥚 Warnings: She is arriving fresh from her death game so most likely there will be mention of drugs, poison and killing in here!
[Slightly late to the party, Niwatori had went through the arrival procedures alone and received all the details of Ellipsa - though it was all a source of agitation for her. No sooner than the thought she could win against the Ox occurred, she wound up in that strange field instead, but the sensation of heightened senses persisted as One Man Army remained in her bloodstream. All she could do was scream in confusion, and she truly felt like a chicken with her head cut off running around all those trees with her white outfit and not even another sign of life around. The letter explained enough to calm her down somewhat, but it's such a strange coincidence. And an unusual bother. In any case, nausea was setting in very slightly, so she doubted anything had been altered about her condition. Most likely, the ones who brought her there simply didn't know about it running its course. The less-harmful venom would mask its effects on her, and the attendants weren't the sort to pry.
Which means that all of this is pointless. By her count, she has about six hours left to live. So she doesn't get her things out of the apartment they gave her in Blossomcrown. She simply opens the window to let her birds fly out as they please, then she starts walking toward the Botanical Garden. Once she's in, she puts her hand against a railing as she looks across to the beautiful plants and flowers, then at the sky where one of her friends has taken flight overhead. It reminds her of being in the hospital courtyard before she was adopted. The frustrating blank slate is the same, even without any further amnesia.
And so, though she is a waif of a young woman, the metal is starting to creak and twist unnaturally from the tension in her hands. There is one difference from then. The buzzing of the bees is annoying her. Even in this peaceful area, the world is so very loud. She can even hear the vital signs of a person nearby. Niwa turns quickly to find them, eyes bloodshot.]
W-Who's there? Did... Did you think you could sneak up on me?!
[There aren't any other warriors here. She knows that. But it's hard to separate that mindset from the one she was in during the Taisen, since her emotions have been stuck in full force with One Man Army in effect and nothing to really kill to vent it out.]
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Only to discover later that his apartment was accidentally mixed together with another young lady's. Sayaka Miki. A young girl around Giorno's age. Perhaps this was destiny, too - he didn't vocalize that thought, but many things were. Still, she seemed like a nice enough young girl, so he was fine looking after her. Better that than her being alone. They were out in the Botanical Garden today, doing a bit of an exploration round, when Bucciarati encountered another young lady.
A young lady dressed in a bit of an odd costume who seemed to be in a bit of a state. He almost narrowed his eyes at the bloodshot eyes, the paranoia...but he raised his hands a bit to show he was carrying no weapons, no grudge.]
Peace. I had no such intentions, signora. I and my friend [he says, motioning to Sayaka nearby] were merely going on a walk. Is everything alright?
[Drugs. That was what he was reminded of. The paranoia came natural with those - he'd seen it in the youth of Italy, had to calm a few down from it....it was terrible.]
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