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    Living, breathing, not exactly sleeping, and being an idiot w/ my friends.
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  1. She laughs a bit, and says, "Aight. I've got a bed upstairs, but you can take it. I usually sleep... Around. Don't care much for anyplace... Mm, whatever. Uh, yeah! You can take the bed." She looks at Charlie, dubious. "He can sleep... Wherever. Don't care. Really, I'd rather he spent his time in my furnace. But that might kill him. So he's not sleeping in the furnace." Waving Zack towards herself, she climbs back up the stairs and leads him through an extremely narrow and cramped hallway, filled messily with bookcases and stacks of papers. It seems that there may be some form of attempted sorting, but... At this point, it's for naught. "Oh! Base rules. Don't touch my stuff, unless you'll die or something if you don't. Don't know why that'd happen, but whatever. This place is so messy, I'm not sure if I have random magical tools laying about, and I don't want you blowing a hole in the wall. Got it?" She continues without confirmation. Turning a corner, there's a door at the end of the hallway. Making a little flourishing wave with her hands, she points towards the door. "Ta-dah! Your room. Contrary to this hell of a hallway, it's... Decent." Opening the door, she jiggles on the handle for a little bit, pissed about the stuck door. Eventually she just gives up and kicks the door in. She seems unfazed by this, though. Perhaps this happens often? Either way, the motions Zack inside and lets him pass her into the small, but well maintained room. She laughs. "Let me tell you, the only reason this isn't a trash pit is because I never use it! The bed is clean, the sheets are made, please don't go into my nerd closet..." She pauses. "Welp! G'nite, imma go!" Twirling around the splintered door, she somehow manages to slam the broken husk of wood closed. "OH YEAH!" She hollers. "SOMETIMES THE DOOR GETS JAMMED BUT IF YOU KICK IT YOU SHOULD BE FINE. IF THE HOUSE STARTS BURNING OR SOMETHING JUST JUMP OUT THE WINDOW. TRY IT! ITS FUN!" OOC: oh god I started typing in second person halfway through and that threw me for a loop. I felt like I was tripping.
  2. Arsinia gives a disdainful little snort and sits down heavily on a random crate. "Don't remember 'some things'? Try anything past, like, four or five years ago..." "Well, I mean, anything useful. I have a bunch of useless information that must have taken years to compile. Miscellaneous street names, song lyrics- completely ridiculous things, like movie scripts and weird, confusing pictures that just make me.. not happy, just.. Mildly amused. For no reason." "I mean, hey, did you know that according to all known laws of aviation there is no way a bee should be able to fly? I don't know why, but I have that exact fact, in that exact wording, stuck in my head! And I don't even know WHY I would care about bees! Why would I need to know about bees?! I'M A FUCKING BLACKSMITH!" "And the even weirder thing about this is, I am certain there were things that meant everything to me. And I don't remember them!" "It's not just when I blacked out- and that's never happened in the past five years, trust me- that I don't remember. There's just... Millions of holes. Like a fucking vacuum or some shit just decided, 'hey look, extremely important information? Let's just.. Throw that away~' or something! It's just- so frustrating!" She's quiet for a second. "I'm just, I don't know- I'm missing so much. So many holes, and I've kinda just.. Accepted it. Hell, ain't much I can do at this point." "But, just- you and Charlie come into my shop, and I just, immediately felt like you guys were... important. Like maybe I could do something about the holes." "And, well, something's been happening. A hole's been filled. Just briefly, just for a second- and then I forgot again. But I know it was there. I KNOW it. And, Zack?" "No matter what happens, we have to go to the fight club. I know we're both gonna die if we don't, and we might die if we do, but even if we weren't gonna- I'd force my way in, with or without anyone else." a shorter pause than before. "Well, I mean, nobody'd help me anyways, since I don't really.. talk to people, hah." With a sigh, she stops talking entirely. She doesn't care about how.. Strange, it may sound, but Zack had told her to lay out what had happened, and so she did.
  3. She takes a deep, shaky breath. "I-I don't.. I don't know..." she gave an even shakier laugh, covering her eyes with her hands, crushing the heels into the sockets. The pain- it grounded her, and she stopped her weird, demented chuckle. "I have no idea. But it.. It felt so-" She looks down at her hands, trembling. "Well, That was the most fucking traumatizing shit I've ever done. Hopefully. Like, seriously, what the fuck-" she looks panickedly at Zack, her breaths coming faster and faster. "I blacked out. I swear. I just meant to, I don't know, jump on him and try to run for it? I don't know! What the fuck, I don't know!" She's practically wheezing at this point. "And-and-and I don't know WHY the fuck my mouth tastes like blood, hell I fucking crushed his goddamn head, when the fuck did I start crushing heads, why the fuck, how the fuck-" "And, shit, who's to say I haven't done it before?! Who's to say I haven't burnt someone alive? Or stabbed them until they slowly bled out and died in an alley somewhere, because hell I don't fucking know! I don't fucking remember ANYTHING!" She smashes her fist on the table next to her, and keeps trying to breathe. "Why do you kill people, huh? Cause I've gotta be honest you've probably done far fucking worse, and you're pointing fingers at me, and-and-" She forces herself to stop yelling, to stop trying to shift blame somehow. He didn't deserve it- hell, he didn't tell her to kill the poor dude, even. "I'm- I'm just really fucking tired. Can we have this conversation when, I dunno, I'm not covered in blood, and we both calm down, and Charlie wakes-" "..." "Yeah never mind Charlie's a shit." "I'm just- I'll be back." She trudges way into the far back, climbing a set of stairs, and disappearing from sight. She needed to get the blood off herself- she should be able to think straight if she just stood in a shower for a minute or two, to just calm down. She hoped she hadn't freaked Zack out any more- she had seen the fear on his face, the way he treated her. She groans. "Ugh... Let's just fucking chill." _______________ After she finished her hot shower, she twists her short hair into a bun, changes into new clothes, and descends the stairs. "Eh- Zack?" she calls out, hesitant. "Sorry."
  4. "Oh, crap.." She muttered as she realized something was wrong. A man came out of nowhere and started yelling at Zack, lugging around an unconscious pervert. Now, the damn flamey-hands Charlie she didn't care about. He was less than pleasant. But Zack... He didn't seem that bad. And at this point, she was invested in him. If she were totally honest, she was curious with him.. He was an oddity, an anomaly, to her. And something about this whole situation seemed as though... it could help. Maybe she could start remembering. Zack desperately started trying to signal to her, and she looked at him, confused. She wasn't good at reading body language, but it was pretty obvious that he was trying to tell her something about the crazy guy. Now, if it was to attack him or to run away, she wasn't sure. But he was right under the tree... It'd be so easy to just... Jump on him, and snap his neck- She looks down, contemplating. It could do it. Shifting, she changes her position, trying to stay silent. She twitches, trying to ignore her weird feelings. Nothing she could do about it now, might as well let it happen... She jumps off of the tree, landing on the mans' back. A dull crunch is heard as he falls over, stunned. A sudden impulse takes over her body, and she bites his neck, tasting blood. Her vision clouds over and she starts stomping on him, viciously unmerciful. Spitting out the blood in her mouth, she's overtaken by unexplainable anger, and she kicks the back of his head, again and again and again and again- When she comes to, she looks down at the bloody, twisted body beneath herself. Her breath catches and her pupils contract as she realizes what she's done. "What the fuck..." She says hollowly, staring at Zack. A strange expression sweeps over her face and she yanks her goggles off her head, snapping them over her eyes. "It's pretty obvious there'll be more people coming. Might as well hunker down and fight 'em or get the hell out of here," she says to Zack, her tone dull.
  5. She tenses, ignoring the fairly strong urge to try and fail to grab his arm. Instead, she put up her guard, and stared at him attentively. When he runs at her, she twists her body to the side slightly and stomps on his foot. Finding this, of all things, to be amusing, she loses her composure and gets distracted. His attack glances off of her, but she cringes. At least my reflexes aren't so bad that I couldn't do anything... She jumps backwards, rolling her shoulder. The hit had jarred her, and though she had a fairly sturdy body (and with the possibility of Zack holding back), he was still powerful. She taps her foot on the ground rapidly, annoyed. Thoughts start streaming through end mind, and she attempts to cobble together a basic attack plan. lets see... Defense... Initiative.. Provocation... Escape?... (ooc: it's DIPE, yo!) She spins on her heel and sprints towards the nearest tree. Without looking behind herself for the possibility of him following, She literally runs into the edge of the woods and grabs onto the first tree that she can, using her brute strength to climb up the thing. Her rapid ascension was powerful enough that it left dents where her feet had been in the tree trunk. Though it wasn't as thick as some of the ones deeper in were, it was still big enough for her arms to barely go around the entire thing. In the middle of the tree, covered with leaves, she sits silently and waits. No way in the seven blazin' hells is he gonna just wait for me. And if he does, I can play his game. I live for sitting in a small space and doin' nothin! Ha! ... damn, this'll either end in me gettin' bored. How likely is it that it'll work?
  6. She tenses, ignoring the fairly strong urge to try and fail to grab his arm. Instead, she put up her guard, and stared at him attentively. When he runs at her, she twists her body to the side slightly and stomps on his foot. Finding this, of all things, to be amusing, she loses her composure and gets distracted. His attack glances off of her, but she cringes. At least my reflexes aren't so bad that I couldn't do anything... She jumps backwards, rolling her shoulder. The hit had jarred her, and though she had a fairly sturdy body (and with the possibility of Zack holding back), he was still powerful. She taps her foot on the ground rapidly, annoyed. Thoughts start streaming through end mind, and she attempts to cobble together a basic attack plan. lets see... Defense... Initiative.. Provocation... Escape?... (ooc: it's DIPE, yo!) She spins on her heel and sprints towards the nearest tree. Without looking behind herself for the possibility of him following, She literally runs into the edge of the woods and grabs onto the first tree that she can, using her brute strength to climb up the thing. Her rapid ascension was powerful enough that it left dents where her feet had been in the tree trunk. In the middle of the tree, covered with leaves, she sits silently and waits. No way in the seven blazin' hells is he gonna just wait for me. And if he does, I can play his game. I live for sitting in a small space and doin' nothin! Ha! ... damn, this'll either end in me gettin' bored. How likely is it that it'll work?
  7. The sidestep catches her off-guard- she continues forward, the momentum sending her reeling. Thinking fast, she puts all of her weight into her toes and spins awkwardly, fists flailing. She misses by a large margin, and her face takes on a slight red tinge. But hey, bonus points for not falling over like an idiot. Her face goes even redder. "Nah," she says nonchalantly, attempting to salvage whatever small amount of pride she had left. "I'm just jackshit at this kinda stuff. I used to do fencing when I was twelve, but... Dropped that pretty fast. All the damn fancy footwork and... Ah. I'll stop here." She shakes her hands out, and sighs. "How hopeless at this brawling stuff am I? Extra points if you don't try to save my feelings."
  8. Haha yo @ChaosLordyou still have that typo where you call my character "Seri" after my last post. Also take it easy and thank god you're finally back haha i think I'm gonna not post on this RP until stuff starts happening? But basically I'm just stalking y'all, lol I'll do something embarrassing, most likely, to introduce myself. Maybe attempt to save someone, but fail horribly so that I have to be saved instead? Ok that's cliché but still. I will keep reading always tho! happy writing, y'all!
  9. She grins and cracks her knuckles unconsciously. Giving him a thumbs up, she starts doing warmup stretches. "I haven't done much 'moving around' exercise in a while. It'd be kinda lame if I lost a fight because I pulled a hamstring or somethin'. Oh, yeah, by the way, I say that I haven't gotten into a fight before, but all that means is that I haven't had practical experience. Like, I don't lack muscle power or anything, uh.." "Well t' be honest I doubt much'll get past that armor, an' kicking it would be a horrible idea.." "But hey! I'm all for horrible ideas, so I'm gonna go barehanded..." With a flourish and overly dramatic flair, she takes her smithing gloves out of her pocket, "Almost! These damn things'll keep my hands safe even if a meteor hits me from the stratosphere!" She laughs, but still can't seem to debate whether they really would. Yanking them on, she readies her fists and takes up a defensive position. "Ready," she calls, "set.." And sprinting at him, she yells, "GO!"
  10. Seri layed on the bed and murmured things to the air around her. Stuff like, what was happening in the gym, or other classrooms, having conversations with invisible things. If she were asked who, or what, she was talking too, she would simply reply, "the enquis". Her interest was piqued when she heard of a fight brewing in the gym. "Ah. This may be dangerous for those children." "..." "I shouldn't get involved." OOC: YALL ? LETS ? HURRY ? THIS ? UP ? PLEASE ? i just wanna participate in a good story... TwT
  11. Lets give this a kickstart!
  12. She breaths a sigh of relief when he isn't harmed. However, when he shoots himself again, she winces. "Ah.." And when he goes on a fairly graphic rant about severely maiming and killing someone named "The Tin Man", she just does her best not to cringe herself into the ground. However, as he reacts in a similar way as she does when she catches herself doing something... odd, she almost smiles. "Ah- well- there is no way in hell I'm gonna hit that with something- I'm not the one with overnight spontaneous healing. But I did bring something, uh-" Her expression goes dark. "I don't like blood. Guess for yourself. Oh, wait, no shit Sherlock, I live in fuckin' Blairville, of course I've-" she stops herself. "..." "I've never gotten into an actual fight.." She seems troubled. "What the fuck? How have I never gotten into a fight?..." Her mutterings devolve, and she starts ticking off her fingers and doing assorted gestures, as though trying to rationally figure out where she last left something or solve a puzzle. She stops, once again realizing that she had been doing something "weird". She shoves her hands into her pockets hurriedly. "Ah, sorry, I just- I get a little animated sometimes, sorry..." "..." "What if we sparred? You don't exactly have to go easy on me, and I can rain hell on you because of that armor, and we'll be testing at the same time."
  13. She takes the gun dubiously, staring at it. "You know how dumb this is for both of us, right? If the armor fails, you get hurt, and if the armor succeeds, the bullet'll ricochet back at me..." Her mutterings cease. With this in mind, she positions herself at an angle so, if it did rebound, she wouldn't need medical attention. With a nearly steady arm, she adjusts her grip and swallows. "Bang," she whispers, and pulls down on the trigger. The effect is instantaneous. A bullet whips out of the barrel of the gun, smashing into his chest- she flinches, expecting a sound. But the armor makes no noise, no metal-on-metal clash. She shrieks, then rushes over to him. "HOLY CRAP ARE YOU OKAY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY I DIDN'T KILL YOU DID I?!" She stares at him, then flaps her hands around awkwardly, on account of being able to do literally nothing without the high risk of invading personal boundaries, because, let's be honest- he was a walking black abyss. She couldn't see if he was injured, or if the armor had deflected the bullet- In fact, it almost seemed like the stuff had eaten the damn thing. "Dudeseriouslypleasetellmeifyou'rebleedingoutbecauseevenifyouareIcan'ttell ahhhhh--!!" Looking down at her hand, she sees that she's still holding the gun. Her arm goes stiff and she panickedly flings the thing off of her hand. "Never been fond of firearms.." She mutters fast and quiet.
  14. The only time she really reacts to most of what he says is the "becaus I'm pretty short" remark. Like, seriously? Look at me, and then rethink any possible "short" complaints. She frowns, contemplating. "Nah, I'd say this is pretty normal for me. I get random drowsy spats all the time. They aren't dangerous or anything, I just need to... Wake up. Also, the drug might have worn off.. And I'm just tired from the smithing." She shrugs nonchalantly. "And don't be afraid to call me weird, cause I'm pretty sure that's what you're tryin'a say. Unless I'm super out of it, or drunk, or pissed.. Yeah, actually... Just don't. I don't want to stab you or somethin'. " She hops off the stool and chucks her empty thermos at a wall, letting it be lost somewhere in the mess. "Meh, I'll find it later. I can always just make a new one." Grabbing the finished helm-piece, she tosses it a short distance to Zack, and walks towards the door. "Let's go field-test this gear, punk." She grins. Kicking open the door (unnecessarily), she makes her way to the front of the shop. Turning her neck, she stares back at Zack. "Hey, dude, I am totally almost one-hundred-percent-certain that no more axe-wielding psychopaths will see us. And if you're still uncertain, put on the damn helmet." She pauses. "Wait, yeah, put it on right now- I dunno if it blocks vision or somethin'." ~One walk that I don't care to write about later~ "Hmm..." Arsinia stares at the field in front of them. "I have no idea where we are or how we got here, but.. Hey, field testing, huh? (Ba-dum-tssss)" ".....' "No seriously, how did we get here?"  ̄\_(ヅ)_/ ̄
  15. She laughs, and waves a hand at him dismissively. "Why would I? I mean, I made it. Also, having you die from malnutrition or some shit is bad for both of us, and I know you don't have any money anyways- I'm not a loan shark." A loud snapping noise comes from her direction. She swears, not so quietly. "Fucking cheap shit- what the hell?" Grumbling, she tries to fix whatever she broke. After a couple seconds she starts up again. "Yeah, sorry about that. I kinda just.. spaced out. You want my life story, huh. Well, it started out as a hobby. Just whacking random pieces of metal together was.." She shrugs. "Kinda my thing, I guess. I don't know what it was about physical work, it just.. it's pretty fulfilling, you know?" Tapping her short nails on the thermos, she takes a sip out of it. "Also, money's never really been a problem for me..." Sighing, she blows a stray hair out of her face. "Until now. I mean, I opened the shop so that I could keep the damn hobby.. It was easy to get the building. I mean, after all, I've lived here for.. Quite a long time. I just renovated it into a shop. And no, I don't just sleep on the counter, there's a second floor with all my personal crap on it." "I get the materials several different ways. I've bought, traded, found- I think I've stolen some before, but my memories on that are... fuzzy. Also, I hunt for most of my foods & leathery-furry-whatever-the-hell stuffs. And then pay someone else to process that stuff and make it useable. Not some... bloody mystery chunk. Ew, that'd be nasty." "I mean, I've thought of blacksmithing as a viable career for.. A pretty long time. Like, since-I-was-able-to-know-what-blacksmithing-was long time. Well.. maybe not? It's been a while, though." Realizing how unorganized and chaotic everything sounded, she shrugs apologetically. "Oh, sorry about that. My thought process tends to.. jump around. A lot. Someone used to say I had, what was it again..? Oh, yeah! That's right- ADHD. Attention deficit hyper disorder, or somethin'. I may have gotten that wrong. Yeah, my mind is pretty messy." She laughs, apparently finding something amusing. "Like, I totally bet if you could see the inside of it, there would be random, horrible abominations flying around with little fairy wings and screaming profanities at each other." Her voice becomes less playful. "And then there'd be totally random patches of darkness and emptiness. Like, what the hell, brain? Why do forget random crap so easy? What am I not... remembering?" By the time she finishes, she basically muttering to herself. Remembering that she'd been talking to someone moments before, she perked up. "So," she says thoughtfully, "What should your question be..?" After a moment of silence, she sighs. "You know, I know I'm the one who proposed this idea, but I don't have any question ideas. Hmm...." "Ah! I know- is the name you use now your given name? Or did you change it? If not, have you thought of changing it? Why would or did you change you name? Is there a reason? Oh, and- How many dumb nicknames have you acquired through your life?" "I mean, it's not that much of a question, but.... I know that you probably can't answer a lot of my questions on account of... secrecy? Your job?" She shrugs. yo, hi there. Higuu here, OOC. Sorry I haven't posted for a while. And sorry I'm not responding as fast as I used to. ;-; I'll try and be more on the ball, but.. Meh.
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