Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Sept 2, 2023 1:13:10 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] 
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Facade was an odd one. Throughout this conversation, the vigilante had perceived herself as rather concise in her speech. Yet, as things progressed, she couldn't help but feel her words fly by the villain, completely missing their mark in their intention. Did her accent truly make it that hard to understand her speech? Was her use of the Japanese language — a damned failure of a communication system, as she thought it — incomprehensible to the opposite man? Grinta held herself as one dominated by principle. Though her morality charted the course she sailed, it was her duty as navigator to steer things in the right direction; lest her vessel sink beneath the waves, she couldn't go on without maneuvering the rocks ahead of her. To do so would be a disservice to her purpose, and even further an insult of her path up to this point. Though she layered it beneath a veneer of professionalism, she wanted to pry open the purpose of this freelancer, especially in relation to his interest in her. Though her deeds had slowly gathered her a reputation, she didn't trust the ones who now knew her name. And if such people were to go out of their way to contact her — and proved their efficacy as an anomaly capable of doing so — they were worth the greatest of deliberation. No one of such caliber could be doing this without an ultimate objective of their own. Though, in this world of monsters, she supposed it wasn't surprising how some might take on such mundane forms. As Facade reached out a hand, the vigilante's gaze would slowly fall down to meet it. for a moment, she remained still, staring behind the mask of a blank smile. Eventually, tentatively, her left hand — her braced arm — reached forward, poking the man's knuckle. Then she poked it again. She would poke his hand a few more times, actually. "Hm. Shou're real." As she mused the idea to herself, she pulled her hand back into her cloak. Her stare shifted back to Facade himself. "Unless this is also a ho'ogram, shou're a real person — no' even some recording that's approximating my re'ponses a'ead of time.""So then," she'd continue, "why do I feel like shou're missing my point?"The vigilante took to a circle, carefully stepping around Facade while admiring his form, almost as though she was still in disbelief of his presence — and perhaps there still remained inkling ideas of that nature. "Shou break into my sy'tem — through my AI — and tell me shou're someone I should make a deal with. Not ju't a deal, mind shou, but a mutual deal — which means shou want my work for a reason, shes?"As far as she saw it, there wasn't an inherent reason to see her as needing in assistance. Therefore, she had to guess his intentions stood in the self-serving — or that, at the very least, he felt her flawed in some regard, thus needing in his assistance. Attempting to wrap a hand around his arm, as he was just a bit too tall for her to place a hand on top of it, she leaned in just a bit too closely. "I don't mind allying with shou, don't get me wrong." She laughed aloud, patting the man on his arm as she even tried to pull him in a tad. "But I make it po'icy to know the details a'ead of time — up to and inclu'ing the type of person I'm working with. Under'tand?""Becau'e I don't need shour 'elp with Criosho — they 'till 'ave much to learn on their own — but I do want to know 'ow shou see me as useful to wha'ever shou're planning."✉ tag -- facade✎ 582 words ※ You understand me, see? |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Aug 30, 2023 19:10:20 GMT
Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 30, 2023 19:10:20 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The sight sat before Ishtar was a bizarre one, even beyond the appearance of the being this whole meeting had begun because of. Just beyond the entryway was a clear view of the living room, with its spacious design directly conjoined to the kitchen. The only markings of their division were the island between the laminated wood and tile floorings. Though, likely as was to be expected from the vigilante, her coffee table and countertops were littered with a number of blueprints and other electronics. Then again, it was an odd sight for someone who preferred to keep their affairs away from prying eyes. Turning the corner came Jackie herself, with her hands working to pin her hair into a bun — a loose one with her attention towards it (or lack thereof) — while her focus fell onto Ishtar. Should she think of her by that title at this juncture? Was that even a relevant question at this juncture? Jackie wasn't sure — she'd rather her thoughts be anywhere else but the tension of having the villainess in her home. Even if Ishtar had no intentions of making the Argentine's life troublesome, she couldn't deny the anxiety that came with the power that stood before her. That alone clung to the back of her throat, growing in its grasp as it snatched her breath away from her. Even as she continued forward toward the admin — forcing from herself an air of calm — she felt the unease biting at her. Even further, Jackie dressed herself rather casually; her coat had been hung in the living room and her bracers remained in their inactive states, and thus, her only means in the worst of scenarios were away from her. Her attire was equally restrained, with her donning a simple pair of jeans, a white undershirt, and a thinner jacket with a pattern of tridents along its entirety. She'd have liked to attribute this apprehension to the sheer force of presence with which Ishtar held herself. But, from an understanding of objective fact, their lone ability as a force beyond her pricked at her mind. To someone such as Jackie, whose strengths lay in the immaterial and abstract, it was impossible to imagine the capacity that lay behind even the villain's whims alone and what they might result in. Had they so desired, the vigilante could have already disappeared from this world during the later hours of Babel — but, to her relief, she'd been spared. But now, she'd invited the force with such capacity into her home, asking for their help. "It's okay, pibe," she'd start, stepping to his side. "She's our gue't for today. Plea'e be poli'e to her, shes?" She'd have liked to reassure him of his safety, but she couldn't convince herself to do so. Not in good conscience. She'd just have to hope that being well-mannered would suffice. As her gaze shifted forward to Ishtar, her view would inevitably fall to the bags in her hands. With a raised eyebrow, Jackie's gaze would flick back and forth between the items and their carrier, unsure as to the meaning behind them. She hadn't recalled asking for material help. Was this some part of their game? An elaborate ruse, perhaps? "...Ju't coming from a shopping 'pree?" She'd inquire with a tilt of her head. "Come in. I'll, uh... Well, I'll ma'e some 'pace if shou want to set those down, okay?" |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 23, 2023 8:34:51 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ There it was! That same, fiery determination that dwelt within him! That desire to, regardless of one's gifts, do what one sought as justice! Even when up against the reality of something that one could not surmount, one still raged against it, refusing to accept reality in the pursuit of a better truth! Yet, as that will charged her again, her own fury roared back. Was it the prospect of ignorance? She didn't figure this person to be a U.A. student: no, in most of their cases, they either held some notion of reality or the outright ability to alter it to how they saw fit. In the case of this person, they neither seemed to have the ability to do so nor the understanding to quit while one could. Both in the oddity of her abilities and in the strength of her blow, Grinta assumed to have provided him sufficient warning of what a bout with her entailed — yet he continued to act as he had before! It was such that, as his blow approached her, the fist would be stopped by no apparent act of their own. But, as a visual of the outstretched armed made itself known to Eiji, he would see the odd creature from before embedded in the back of his mechanical hand. Furthermore, as the vigilante tried to park the flames across the machine, he would find the device actively resisting his input. "Yer toy here regulates yer quirk, I'm guessin'?" If Eiji were to lay his eyes on the creature, he'd find the quirk mocking him with an inhuman grin. "Sorry ta tell ya that yer arm's pretty shoddy by my standards. Mean, connectin' to yer nerves? Always found that style reckless."Through the same force as had been prior, the vigilante would be moved; this time, however, Eiji would be dragged by the full force of the creature, aiming to fling him to the left wall of the alley — a pain. Then, the creature would attempt to pull the vigilante back to his starting point. "Listen 'ere, i'iot," chimed Grinta, "shou chose to 'tart thi' game when shou fucked with me, so we're plashing it through 'ow I want to. Under'tand?" This time, as opposed to waiting for the opposing vigilante to comply, she had it forcefully pushing into the ground — hoping to keep him glued to the spot, regardless of how he messed with Pundit. "I'll tell shou this first; if shou fuck with that thing," she'd say, pointing to Pundit, "shou're going to get slammed into the wall again. I promi'e shou'll regret it more than shou can imagine.""Secon' off," she'd continue, "shou 'ave the right to run away like a coward whe'ever shou want. I won't stop shou, and I won't 'unt shou." Would he listen to her rules now? ✉ tag -- Fanthes✎ 472 words ※ Listen to the Rules. |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 23, 2023 6:30:16 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Beyond the bay doors wrenched open, there stood, glowing in the shadows, a coated figure with an LED mask. Though, as she properly came into focus, and as light flowed in from the warehouse onto the scene, the bloodied visage standing before the villain, as well as the several cracks along her digital mask, became clear to see. The figure standing before her, taller than the admin, but nowhere near as imposing. Her cloak, especially near the bottom, was in tatters, and wires hung out from the few punctures along her form. Along the majority that remained, stains of blood and ash covered her, with the two mixing together like paint. And, from the slightly opened front, the vigilante's figure stood slumped, with their shoulders hunched forward and her arms left to hang. Part of it came from a sense of exhaustion. Beyond just the physical realm, Grinta was left at her wit's end. Everything had progressed throughout Babel to chip away at her, breaking down her will and the morals they guarded; now, she stood here, ragged like a fool, before such a familiar visage. Though she hadn't been present for Ishtar's debut, Grinta'd taken some time to review some of the footage regarding it. In her mind, there was no mistaking the appearance of the "Cyborg Queen," especially not when the person stood right before her. She could only see so much from the recordings; being in the absolute presence, right before them, was an entirely different experience. It was like the air itself was suffocating her, filling her lungs with its frigid grip and snaking down her body. But at this point, she was too tired to care. To tremble in fear was more than she cared to give. "I... I can't give shou that," she'd sigh, slowly lifting her hands as an act of surrender, "but I can give shou a reason shou pro'ably shouldn't.""What are ya doin'?!" The quirk screamed through her mind, with the vigilante seeming to flinch for no discernable reason. Perhaps it was just a spasm. "Fi'ure it out shourself," she'd respond to it, gesturing an apology to Ishtar. With the truth laid about before her, there was little notion in her of rash action — even with the degree of humiliation she was dragged through. Regardless of how she felt, she didn't have the benefit of lashing out however she so desired; she had to resolve this, disgracefully or not. Grinta attempted to stand up straighter, fixing her posture in the presence of The White Queen. "Shou are 'Ishtar,' shes? One of the two admins?" She didn't specify as to what they were the admins of, but she figured her clear understanding of the context to be enough to validate herself. "And shou were the one to call the ASTA raid, shes?"She didn't figure she could just claim herself to be part of the Pantheon. Even to the degree she worked under Loki, simply stating her allegiance was no indicator of loyalty, nor did it necessarily prove a truth. But, through knowledge of the system and familiarity with the plans of Babel, she could immediately demonstrate herself as worthy of the time she was given to speak. She was at the mercy of the villain, after all; every single word she spoke was another given to her through the grace of the admin. "I ask that shou plea'e, plea'e let me explain myself befo'e shou deci'e what to do." |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 22, 2023 9:12:53 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Loyalty wasn't earned through one trusted leader. Though she worked primarily under Loki's court, having received the title of "Hel" as one of his directors, there was still another whose trust was yet to be established; Isthar. It was indirect, to be sure — it wasn't though she'd met face-to-face with The White Queen thus far — but regardless, she saw it as a necessity towards her primary objective. Even if it meant she had to dirty her hands more than she already had. Just as it was in her escapades for her other superior, however, there was a tinge of self-interest to be had. Grinta was more than aware of the ASTA Corporation; since coming to Japan, she'd heard it renowned as a truly exceptional place for support gear. And, from what she'd encountered of their devices — especially in regard to tech demos — it was the type of facility she closest resembled in terms of capabilities. Though Grinta believed herself capable of greater feats than the ASTA Corporation in that regard, she still held their products to a higher stand — besides, it wasn't as though she had the resources of an entire business. It was such that she found personal interest in the raid. If their call to arms was to be believed, a treasure awaited their arrival, practically begging to be taken by the misfit villains (herself include among them); there wouldn't come a better opportunity to take the technology for her own, to exploit the designs of others and build something anew, something better, from their remains. Beyond her particular reasons to partake, though, she was just as, if not equally, wary of doing so. It wasn't a simple matter of exhaustion. All things considered, her participation lacked in excessive work. It was the partaking in its chaos, and her specific choices during it, that preyed on her mind. Outside of her confrontation with that vigilante, which was its own source of concern, she had done nothing but steal from tech conglomerates and startup support manufacturers. It was such thoughts that festered her mind, aiding her in ignoring the villain beside her. Did they say something about movies? About someone getting shot? Grinta didn't know, and she didn't intend to concern herself with them. Though they shared in the bane of criminality, the nature of their deeds differed as widely as a ravine in their intent; she felt out of place in this operation, both with regard to her allies and their objectives. But as the incoming fire shook the squadron, the vigilante focused her attention. Grinta, unlike the majority of her allies — she assumed — didn't have the necessary means to make their own landings yet. Stepping to the edge of the helicopter, she offered a hand to the horned villainess at her side. "Ju't take my 'and," she'd scream over the sound of the whirling blades, "and please don't make it weird." |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 22, 2023 4:17:40 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]LOCKER ROOM APPLICATION - JACKIE MARADONA [attr="class","likedoinfo"] LINK TO COMPLETED CHARACTER SHEET: LinkLINK TO LOCKER ROOM: LockerOTHER: Upgrading Jackie's equipment, Dagger Cloak, through the self-manufacturing option A. Thus, no discount. PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 22, 2023 3:31:35 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]Equipment Upgrade/Purchase [attr="class","likedoinfo"] [attr="class","likedosub"]Precedent - Dagger-Cloak STAT RANK: C CURRENT DESCRIPTION: The cloak frequently worn about Jackie, with the hood being rose during proper vigilante escapades, is not simply as it seems, beyond the spikes at the end of its length; rather, Dagger Cloak is a highly durable cloak infested with nanomachines, all with the specific intent of protecting the wearer from threats to their safety. These microscopic machines have the ability to move all aspects of their vessel, the cloak, from within, functionally turning their cage into an appendage they can bend and twist for the sake of their purpose. The physical Attributes (Strength, Constitution, Speed, and Dexterity) of this piece of equipment are equal to its equipment rank; however, Dagger Cloak does not inherently possess the necessary programming to be functional and, instead, relies upon Criollo as its means of functioning. Disabling the Criollo program within it, as outlined in Criollo's description, will result in the loss of functionality of the nanomachines, effectively turning Dagger Cloak into a heavy suit of armor. This can be further worsened if opposition outright corrupts or overrides the installed software, as it then may be manipulated to directly harm the wearer. Furthermore, due to the multitude of materials at play within this piece of equipment, the wearer's Speed and Dexterity Attribute, with regard to their physical ability to walk, run, and jump, are considered to be reduced by 1 rank while donning it. Disabling Dagger Cloak increases this penalty to 3 ranks (a full letter rank). This penalty only applies to her ability to move her position, not her ability to effectively attack with her extremities or the movement potentially granted by quirk. (FLAVOR) While worn in her everyday life, the cloak appears with predominantly white coloring and black accenting. Whilst out and dressed properly as a vigilante, however, it takes on a black base whilst its accents transform into a harsh green; furthermore, the cross-like markings along its collar and at the end of its points glow a neon-green hue. [attr="class","likedosub"]Current - Dagger Cloak (ND) STAT RANK: B- EXP COST: 4,750 NEW DESCRIPTION: The cloak frequently worn about Jackie, with the hood being rose during proper vigilante escapades, is not simply as it seems, beyond the spikes at the end of its length; rather, Dagger Cloak is a highly durable cloak infested with nanomachines, all with the specific intent of protecting the wearer from threats to their safety. These microscopic machines have the ability to move all aspects of their vessel, the cloak, from within, functionally turning their cage into an appendage they can bend and twist for the sake of their purpose. Additionally, at the bottom of the cloak, several ports are modeled into the fabric to outstretch several sharp daggers along the end. The physical Attributes (Strength, Constitution, Speed, and Dexterity) of this piece of equipment are equal to its equipment rank; however, Dagger Cloak does not inherently possess the necessary programming to be functional and, instead, relies upon Criollo as its means of functioning. Disabling the Criollo program within it, as outlined in Criollo's description, will result in the loss of functionality of the nanomachines, effectively turning Dagger Cloak into a heavy suit of armor. This can be further worsened if opposition outright corrupts or overrides the installed software, as it then may be manipulated to directly harm the wearer. Furthermore, due to the multitude of materials at play within this piece of equipment, the wearer's Speed and Dexterity Attribute, with regard to their physical ability to walk, run, and jump, are considered to be reduced by 1 rank while donning it. Disabling Dagger Cloak increases this penalty to 3 ranks (a full letter rank). This penalty only applies to her ability to move her position, not her ability to effectively attack with her extremities or the movement potentially granted by quirk. (FLAVOR) While worn in her everyday life, the cloak appears with predominantly white coloring and black accenting, with the blades along the end retracted into the fabric. Whilst out and dressed properly as a vigilante, however, it takes on a black base whilst its accents transform into a harsh green; furthermore, the cross-like markings along its collar and at the end of its points glow a neon-green hue. Furthermore, the sealed daggers become readily apparent and usable. OTHER: Self-Manufacturer PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 21, 2023 9:02:52 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Was there truly a difference between the vigilante and the many who trod upon the sprite's sacred domain before her? Was she, like them, not here out of a sense of macabre curiosity? Though she held no intention of desecrating this place — no more than how it currently stood, anyway — there was truth in her desire to see the extent of these horrors. She, just as they had, stumbled upon these barren walls with selfish desire. Where she differed, she supposed, was in her purpose. Where they came to experience, she came to understand. Though equally selfish in their origin, Jackie's ultimately focused herself on this world she was a guest in; she had no notion of marking the walls as hers, snapping the floorboards beneath her, nor did she intend to dirty this place any more than she'd found it — it was never hers, nor was it anyone else's, right to do so. Jackie stared towards the dim light, seeing it burn with the little strength left inside of it. The overworked machine, having struggled through the decades without human upkeep, let out its last weak roar, succumbing to the inevitability of its fate. More notable than the device, however, was the reason; that glowing dot, what had once previously been a steady rhythm of flashes, had stared at her with intent. Was it a person after all? She couldn't imagine a beast to fully grasp technology in such a way — then again, if forced to dwell in this place for as long as rumors suggested, she supposed it wasn't the most ludicrous adaptation for an animal to make. At the very least, Jackie wondered how the lone resident took to her presence. Jackie's gaze twisted to the TV, jolting her from her previous stance to face the now-illuminated screen. Though wary of the camera prior, she had assumed it to have been a remote tool — something that observed intruders from another, separate location. For the TV to switch on, then, lent more credence to the idea that this being held control over this house. And, based on the understanding of the disconnected necessities, it was even more likely to be the source of electricity itself. The vigilante placed a hand to her closer ear, hoping to save herself from the sound of white noise; but, shortly after the deafening sound greeted her, it began to dim however strangely. Emerging from the previously grating sound came something else, something beyond just the fury of a beast. No, it was something eerily human. They had a voice of their own from what she could tell. Even more so than a voice, they held a comprehension of conversation — and greater than the ability to speak, they had the ability to inquire. Had that been their answer to her question? A question in response to a question? Jackie supposed, if they were intelligent, they would want an explanation for her presence in their abode; she couldn't fault that logic, were that to be the case. Though the roaring sound of static had returned to the space, something new coincided with it. Amongst the black and white dancing across the screen, never maintaining any sort of coherence, there emerged a form — a continuous form, something not created through coincidence — that stared at her just as she looked upon the screen. If there had been any shred of doubt to the humanity of this being, their appearance would finally quell any and all such remaining notions. Such a silhouette couldn't be confused for anything else, and the animosity in the repetition of their question ensured their intelligence. Though electricity crackled near her feet, the vigilante kept her stance fixed on the spot. "I asked a couple of questions," she'd say as Pundit snuck behind her figure, "but if I had to guess shour mea'ing — or focus, I guess..."Jackie crossed her arms over her chest. If she were to be frank, there were a number of reasons they could have their question. "Why was she trying to speak with them," or, "Why hasn't she run away?" She didn't imagine most to converse with them, especially with regard to the "horror" of this spirit, and she couldn't imagine most would confront the entity directly. But, if she had to choose a response– "I'm 'ere because I want to see an' under'tand."She figured she'd start from the beginning. "What 'appened 'ere? Or, rather, what 'appened to shou?" She couldn't their story to be a flattering one. |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 21, 2023 2:10:30 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ As the opposite vigilante droned on and on about, Grinta simply stared with the ever-blank stare of her mask. Though its display held a smile, the Xs across her eyes better represented her current response. Or, rather, what she'd prefer to be than to listen to Eiji's inane ramblings. What was with people doing that? She enjoyed herself a monologue — did not most everyone love putting their thoughts out there? — but, in her regard, she'd always emphasized the purpose behind it, not the bloating of her own significance. It wasn't as though she monologued to those she intended to rid the world of; regardless of her hesitance for slaughter, her words were to be saved for those more deserving of it. Or, as she deemed it in Eiji's case, "deserving" her words just as an avaricious tyrant was deserving of revolution. Funny — "revolution." That was an apt term to describe this man; or, rather, the faux persona of revolution. Those who, maybe in some regard, wanted to fight for a better world, but rejected the sacrifices — the "noise," as it were — that came with that reality. A pit filled Grinta's gut, but not one of disappointment or despair. Rather, from within those depths, there rose something new. It was a rage she'd never felt before. She'd reviled many things before — even her current means to her ends — but never had it been towards the prospects of revolution. That perceived naivety behind his bluster... Did it resonate in her as mockery? As a cruel gag of herself, with its edges sanded away and its parts ripped from the chassis? The creature shot up to meet the metal hand, aiming to embed itself in his prosthetic arm. In that very moment, as though pulled by the hand itself, the mechanical arm would be pulled into the air as for the blow to entirely whiff. Grinta rarely considered herself to be particularly powerful. Against most opponents of similar experience, she was placed onto the backfoot; she didn't lead such confrontations, but instead was forced to find an exploit in her foe's superior skillset to even hope for victory. Thus, she'd always struggled to imagine a scenario in which she held the advantage by default. But, in rare scenarios such as this, she recalled her primary niche — cyborgs. In this modern day, where people could alter their bodies with manmade devices embedded into their very flesh, the line between man and machine was blurred. Grinta's quirk was one incapable of interacting with the systems of animals, including humans, and thus prohibited the vigilante from having an easily devisable condition for victory; however, in the case of such fusions, she could take advantage of the mechanical side. In that domain, she was to be unparalleled. Without having even lifted her finger, Eiji would be held aloft by seemingly nothing, as though gravity had inverted itself upon his arm and his arm alone. "Shou're right about one thing," the vigilante sighed, though she sounded rather sharp in her exhale. "I do ta'e shou fo' a fool."Spinning her back leg and twisting her body, Grinta tried to strike the vigilante with a roundhouse aimed to his gut, hopefully sending him back to the point from which he started. "We're going to play a game, shou an' I." Just as she had been before, her form receded to the contents of her cloak, unseen by those who looked upon her. "Care to hear the rules before shou break them, i'iot?"✉ tag -- Eiji Harada✎ 583 words ※ Let's Play A Game, I'iot. |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Aug 19, 2023 12:15:56 GMT
Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 19, 2023 12:15:56 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]Mission Application - This Frustration Is Where You Are [attr="class","likedoinfo"] Characters Involved - Freja Helt Jackie Maradona Mission Type - Threatening Mission URL - LinkMission Description - Hidden away in the back alleys of Tokyo, there rises a lone vigilante, beating a man bloodied. To what ends? It's unknown. But amongst the rain falling from the darkened sky, amongst the shadows and blood, blooms a dim light — a UA student, Freja Helt, takes on the duty of stopping this villain before she can cause any more harm. However, her resolve isn't enough to match the vigilante's strength, and she is faced with defeat. No, even more than defeat, she is prospected with the reality of death, with "Grinta" as her reaper. But Freja's time has not come, and her reaper is merciful. Instead, the vigilante forces her to face her insecurities, belittling her and her true weakness — her willingness to accept herself as beneath her contemporaries. Grinta scoffs at her willingness to give in so easily, instructing Freja through the lens of terror to stand for more than failure, and to stand for a future where she can stand on equal ground with her peers and her opponents. Other - It was really fun to have Jackie taking no shit :3 PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Aug 16, 2023 11:11:58 GMT
Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 16, 2023 11:11:58 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The two were the same in that regard; when presented with someone peculiar — another person who, despite their differing circumstances, descended in the same spot they had — they sought to understand this other. Not often did they find someone of the same ilk as themselves. Though, more than Grinta realized in this instance, vigilantes were a divided group, whose uniting characteristics lay in their lack thereof. Their ideals, their motives, and their actions didn't work towards the same objective — oftentimes, they were servants to their personal agendas before anything else. Though, unlike the managed chaos of both heroes and villains, no one wrangled vigilantes into a cohesive front. It was a lonely role to take. Grinta, beneath her mask, mouthed the name to herself. "Cepheid," was it? It was, humorously, about what she had expected from a dragon. It was a name — no doubt a pseudonym — that screamed for the decadence of a mythological beast, loudly proclaiming its bearer as something unlike the rest of the world — as something above the rest of the world. It was a powerful name, Grinta thought, that radiated the same poise as their draconic form; she couldn't hope to imagine a better one. It was all the more reason for her to be curious of her company. And, thankfully, they seem amused by her requests, a better fate than having the dragon snap at her. "I'm Grinta," she responded with a breath, her gaze still fixated on the skyscraper in the distance. "Don't know if I would call my'elf 'intere'ting,' though; I'm guessing shou don't know many interesting people?" Not like Cepheid, anyway. No, they seemed much more deserving of such adulation than she did. At the very least, they seemed to be holding themselves together better than she could — she couldn't imagine they struggled much in that regard. "I don't know if I would call someone who's alwash 'truggling 'intere'ting.' Maybe that's ju't me, but I'd pro'ably think up a number of diffe'ent words first."It was hard to be "enough" in a world of god-like entities. Grinta couldn't imagine herself as ever reaching that same realm of godhood, nor could she see herself finding a solution to match their god-given abilities; she was just like the many people she didn't understand. Like them, she wasn't destined to take on this calling, nor was she ever intended to. Like the rest, she had been told to put that part of herself away, to stuff it in a box and suffer alone away from everyone's sight, yet, those like her didn't want things to change. Or rather, did they fear the wrath of matching the powerful? She supposed she couldn't blame them for that. But here she was, regardless of innate ability, now sat before someone who did seem blessed with that power. "What would me intere'ting, shou think?" |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 16, 2023 6:10:30 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Jackie had, until this point, preferred to keep her life separate from her work. Not in the absence of her personhood necessarily, but rather, in the division between a civilian identity and her vigilante persona who, despite its designation, was perhaps closer to her truth than the former was. With that said, Jackie found herself in a position where her blacks and whites blurred into a pool of grays; she'd unintentionally come into the responsibility of another person, a reality she'd never wanted or expected of herself. For the longest time, she'd dedicated herself to remaining detached from everyone and everything. Not that she enjoyed this isolation — she'd be the first to state the contrary — but that her duties prohibited her from indulging in such things. Before anything else, even including herself, this mission was everything she was staked upon. Even if it meant she was washed away in the end. But in this instance, her moral mission stacked a new obligation. In her path towards a better, kinder world, it was the responsibility of all to take on those who were lost and alone, to take on those who'd fallen between the world's cracks. To leave anyone — whether they were a man, woman, or child — in such a state was the antithesis of her beliefs. So, she had acquiesced to that conviction, bearing the responsibility she'd saddled herself with. She didn't fully understand this person, though. Quite frankly, she didn't believe she could comprehend all that they'd endured, especially when considering the circumstance she'd found him. Despite her ideals, Jackie wasn't well-equipped in handling such a delicate situation; truthfully, she wouldn't even call herself equipped in handling most people, and her seclusion left her without the support system necessary to have someone more capable. It was such that brought Jackie to her current decision; she called upon The White Queen, Ishtar, and hoped in the seemingly infinite ways she was perfect. Though the two had found one another in... less than preferable circumstances — the night at the bay still weighed on her mind for a number of reasons — the vigilante didn't know a soul better capable than the wish-granter. Though, that might have been more a result of Jackie's failings. But, as one of Loki's directors, it wasn't an issue of clearance to contact her; through the ENKI system, she called upon Ishtar. "Look," she had said, "I've come across something — someone — 'trange." It was still odd to realize the former cryptid as a whole person, something the vigilante still needed to remind herself of. "They're 'tashing at my place for the time being, but I can't always be watching them. Or, well, I can't alwash be hovering around them — I don't know how to explain it, but shou'll under'tand once shou see."Sent along with her message was an address — an apartment nested near the heart of Tokyo — indicating the place she called home. Jackie would have preferred to keep her place of residence a secret from her colleagues, but given the circumstance, she wasn't inclined to be picky. "Ju't please don't draw too much atten'ion; I'm not trying to live that public life li'e shou." |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 15, 2023 9:58:40 GMT
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"]
[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Shattered glass crunched beneath her leather boots, grinding into dust as she further stepped through the shambles of what had once been beautiful — or, she supposed, beautiful by the standards of having once lived. Were one to ask Jackie, though, the place was drab in all the things making it a "home," with little left to identify itself as something more than a box with four cold walls turned inwards. Some of what formerly made it lively could have been seized by the boyish rabble — the ones who'd mark the walls in their amateur work — but the vigilante couldn't figure that to be the case. If this place was as speculated, she didn't imagine most were in here long enough to steal anything of interest. She wondered, then, what this place once was before it all fell apart. Had it been so mundane before such desolation left its heart to crumble? Had this place, regardless of its contents or hospitability (or lack thereof), housed a family full of life and love? She wanted to believe there had been — perhaps out of a faith that others were blessed with a family like her own — but she couldn't picture such a family to leave this place in such a state. No, had they just moved on to better things, this pitiable heap of ruins wouldn't be left behind to tell its tale; it would have surely been crushed from either side otherwise. As she continued to step along her path, passing over chipped tiling, Jackie felt herself twitch with the low humming of electricity, something noted as an impossibility. Her focus darted from place to place, paying mind to oddities — such as the flicker of light from the second floor — and places where danger may arise. She had to wonder, though; what was it that perpetuated this place as a matter of cryptic relevance? Not in the spreading awareness of the place, but in the literal mechanics of how this place remained "haunted?" Logical answers such as gas buildup or electrical fritzes were long since disregarded — the power had been cut for decades, and gases couldn't explain the similarity between testimonies of what they'd seen — so the answer must lie within the inexplicable: Quirks, that readily defied the logic of what was considered possible, did as they saw fit to generate the unimaginable realities beyond the human mind; it was the terrifying truth of this world. But as to how a quirk would accomplish this feat? She didn't know, and she was sure most others were aligned in that fact. Emerging from Jackie's flesh came her quirk's form: a being with a spherical shape that, despite its pair of comically small wings, floated regardless of its weight. Its white exterior poked out of the user's cloak and into sight of the camera, peering away to the rest of the space. "Y'know, if it is a quirk doin' all this, then it's gotta be tied to a person. Ya know that, right?"Jackie would continue along leisurely, twisting her gaze about. "It could be an animal, far as we know.""Person or animal," the quirk bristled, "it's still gonna be a livin' creature, a dangerous creature; what's the plan when it shows?""Shou know, I wouldn't rule out the possibi'ity that it's a plant.""What's that gotta do with anythin'?""Nothing; I just want shou to shut up."Pundit rolled its eyes, averting its gaze from Jackie and towards the opposite corner. "I don't get yer deal," it mused. "Ya wanna go out, try to find some local cryptid, and then what? Try ta weaponize it? Put it on a leash like a goddamn pet? Cuz I'll tell ya, I ain't gettin' replaced as the adorable face 'round here, see?""It's amu'ing shou think that.""Only thing ya got goin' fer ya's me.""So my mecha'ical genius–" she emphasized her use of 'genius'– "doesn't count all of a sudden?""No, cuz ya learned how ta do all that to use me. Y'know, ya oughta... give me more..."The quirk's voice slowly came to a halt, its improper prose put into silence as its gaze fixated on the corner of the living room. In a room that had once been filled with their argument, stillness had now fallen upon them. Focusing her gaze on her quirk, she tracked its gaze to the glowing red dot in the room. "...Power in this place been cut for years, right?""Mm.""Then we get to see yer cryptid after all."Jackie and her quirk stared down the lens of the camera, with neither of the two making a move. The being living in these desolate walls wound find a rather odd sight of a person; beyond her dress of darkened jeans and a white sweatshirt, she was further adorned by a larger cloak left open at the front and a brigadier cap sat atop her golden hair. The warm hues of red caressed her cheek as she stood there, winking in her amber stare. "Not a fan of being watched," she breathed, fixing her gaze squarely on the camera, "but I can't ima'ine shour the type to talk face-to-face, shes?"Her accent was noticeably thick in her speech, with the Argentine clearly uncomfortable speaking the language (even despite her attained excellence within it). It was such that she addressed the mystery; if it was something to be reasoned with, it was only reasonable to bet on the language of this land. "Can shou 'peak? Or generally, commu'icate?" |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 15, 2023 6:42:27 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ If it had been another night, perchance, Grinta would have let things slide. To have all attempts to understand her interlocutor would have been one thing; plenty of people dodged questions within polite conversation, avoiding conflict lest they wish to declare war. But in the case of the dragon — a picturesque identity, as though they'd slithered straight off the page — now stood before her, prying into her innermost thoughts and feelings without even addressing themselves. To have such absurdity take place after a night as hellish as hers was not something she would stand. Rather, as she turned to focus her gaze on the dragon, the display of her digital expression now flashed with comical veins and a particularly unenthused smile. It was an ironic scene. After having ranted on and on about the nature of truth and those that subverted it, Grinta now found her opposite taking to that very same well, hiding away behind the veneer of a prestigious form that commanded power. Was that not the same thing she found amongst the rest of the lies — spread intentionally or otherwise — in this place? Was this pursuit limited to understanding the nameless masses? "Look," she began, "Mr. Dragon, I appre'iate shour compa'y and all, but can shou take a sec and plea'e say something about shourself in'tead of prying at me? Please?" She wasn't after their true identity, or even necessarily what led them to her presence this night — though, Grinta would admit to still being curious on that front — but rather, anything more beyond empty platitudes and philosophical waxings. She'd like an answer to something, anything, that wasn't vague inanity or a question in place of a response. She wanted something concrete, something she could latch onto and examine as a matter of fact, not as mere speculation. Grinta didn't want her attention on the rest of the voiceless world, either; she wanted to escape that view below the skies, to see what the pinnacles of mankind saw beyond the rest, to take in that breathtaking horizon that stood above it all. The one she'd met this evening was one such person, and the vigilante wanted to peer into what brought their meeting this night — she didn't want to be dissected of her earthly ailments. "For 'tarters, do shou have something I can call shou other than 'Mr. Dragon?' Seems insulting to me — like if shou kept calling me 'Ms. Human" or something 'tupid like that." With a sigh, she'd turn her sights away from the other vigilante, though her view didn't fall back to the city below. Rather, it rested at the point atop one of the nearby skyscrapers, as if to look at the least number of things as possile. "I don't want to talk to keep talking about the re't of the world right now." |
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Initializing Burger, Deploy the Munch.
ALIAS
Grinta
OCCUPATION
Illicit Support Manufacturer
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Pundit
Archived
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Post by Jackie Maradona on Aug 15, 2023 2:32:11 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ As the vigilante's cloak wrapped about her shoulders, closing carefully around her collar, she met the gaze. Perhaps astonishingly to the student, Grinta was nominally shorter than they were; coupled with the concealing nature of her cloak, Grinta wasn't nearly as imposing as she'd demonstrated herself to be. Though, the eerie smile of her digital countenance, as well as the accompanying crossed-out eyes, still held as a disquieting stare. That was the truth to Grinta, really. More so than the ideals she held as her identity, and even more so than the means she acted upon that vision, was the provocative demeanor she held herself. Not in the form of sexuality — no, she had no interest in that sphere — but her next to poke and prod the things that appeared before, whether they were deserving of it or not. To her, there was no point in simply letting things be as they were; to be "good enough" was to never be enough. Mediocrity wrought nothing but passivity and inconsequentiality, a conclusion that lacked in all the things the vigilante strived for. It was so that she looked upon the student as someone of her ilk. Though she lacked a quirk, she had still become part of something so prestigious — even if Grinta's vision of that establishment was adverse. If she could manage that much, then there was surely more awaiting her if she continued down this path. As Grinta's cloak handed the bat to its creator, she focused on meeting Freja's gaze. "Word of advice; turn the 'ook into a pin that expands out i's claws, and put it in the length instead of the top." Playfully, she'd try to tap the bat to the student's head. "It won't give shou away, and shou can put shour weight into launching it pro'erly." It could also act as a piercing attack after landing a clean blow, but that might have been a tad gruesome for a hero to intend. Having offered the bat back to its owner, the vigilante took a step back. She offered a nod. "Maybe get gloves to pull shour bat back to shou, I don't know. Just do something so shou don't drop and lose it like an i'iot."Lowering herself into a crouch, Grinta sighed. Whether or not Freja would figure things out, she didn't know. She was satisfied with her attempt, at the very least, but the choice of success wasn't hers to make. That responsibility fell to the one who now wielded the bat. "Try not to die like an i'iot, too," she'd say with a laugh, a laugh tainted by that edge of sincerity. And with that, she shot up like a rocket into the sky, the thrust of force sending her upwards into the blackened sky. |
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