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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] route666rp2025-03-06 05:39 pm

MARCH EVENT LOG




After weeks in the forest, the trees begin to fade out in favor of grass; miles of it with every shade of green you’ve ever seen, covering rolling hills. The weather tends to be mild, with scattered clouds blown on gentle winds… But the nights somehow seem just as ominous as those in the forest, with the moon uncovered and glaring down balefully like a broken eye. And wide open as they are, the grasslands have their own share of danger and weirdness.


















01: MESSAGES


The grasslands are dotted with abandoned electrical poles and power pylons. Ruined electric cables hand off these towers… But along with that are kites and balloons tied to the structures. If a Drifter gets close enough to grab one, they can find a message tied to the tail end. It’s printed with a memory or a phrase that is distinctly from their home, and their past.

If a Drifter holds onto the message, it might just remind them of home and help them resist any changes. Or even pull them back out of a monster transformation! Or it might just haunt their senses instead, and almost make them visualize and hear where they heard that phrase for the first time. Try not to get lost in those visions. Drifters can potentially carry one other message for another character, if need be; especially if they need to revert someone else from a painful transformation. Be advised that doing so will result in haunted senses.

Drifters are advised not to grip the old electric wires too tightly. They might get voices from the past of this world, all crowding their mind; old talk shows, sports games, and news reports on the moon. It’s enough to leave them with a serious headache if you hang on for too long, if not knocking them out completely.

02: TRANSMITTER
Out on the road, Drifters glimpse buildings, which are unnervingly empty. Equally unnerving are strange forms lining the roads, the closer the Convoy gets to the broken buildings. All of them look vaguely humanoid, but half melted and coated in something metallic. Clearly the Husks weren’t limited to the forest, with how many litter the landscape. Some Husks become violent, breaking open as strange ostritch-bird and reptilian monsters claw their way out. Such creatures can be easily dispatched, but still harry Drifters.

Other, inert Husks give off an odd metallic hum. Getting close enough to touch the Husks makes the hum louder, and can trigger behavior changes in Drifters. While the inert Husks can’t force transformations, they leave Drifters restless, on edge, and activating psychological monster traits.

When the Convoy makes camp, it is inevitably near Husk clusters. The metallic hum only increases as the sun goes down. But the Convoy has a counter for that. A haunting melody starts to play on the Convoy speakers, and from any phones; taking the sound closer to the Husks causes ghostly forms to rise up and towards the moon. It puts a stop to the odd humming… At least until the next camp.
03: ROUND 'EM UP
Those with sharp eyes will notice something different one morning, on a nearby hill. It appears to be a flock of cattle… Which might well be a welcome sight for those wanting beef for dinner. As the Convoy rolls closer, it swiftly becomes clear these aren’t normal cattle. Their skin is shiny, scale-like and metallic, and their eyes glow. Those hooves also look sharp enough to punch right through a car door.

These are bull gorgons, the guidance computer helpfully notes. And they are capable of exhaling a petrifying mist; one deep breath is enough to make a person slow, two freezes them in place, and three turns them to stone. Luckily the blood of a gorgon bull can also cure the effect. Drifters won’t be able to capture such dangerous beasts for livestock, but they can still try and wrangle them and harvest them for meat! The skin and horns are both tough enough to be turned into tools, as needed.

Tough cars can easily square off with a gorgon bull and come away victorious. Other cars are advised to try lassoing from a distance, and wearing the animals down before moving in for the kill.
04: BUILDING THUNDER
There’s dark clouds boiling up in the sky. Those who shelter in the Convoy will be spared the worst of the storm… Though the winds have a way of screaming, trying to call Drifters out into the storm. And flecks of metal and glowing moonshard stone have a way of replacing rain and intensifying the storm.

If exposed to the storm outside the forcefield, Drifters experience the following:
Gale Force: Drifters are swept up by the winds and tossed about, and even thrown skyward. Drifters damaged by the wind will find themselves inflicted with temporary Harpy traits. These traits become more intense as Drifters experience hunger or violence.
Deluge: Drifters exposed to rain are at risk of almost drowning, along with shards of Husk metal and moon shards slicing down. Drifters damaged from rain will find themselves inflicted with temporary Naga traits. These traits grow worse as Drifters lie, omit truths, or tell falsehoods.

These traits last as long as the weather remains stormy; the symptoms ease as the skies clear, only to flare back up as storms return, and will remain that way as long as the Convoy remains in the grasslands.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA
This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.
04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY
The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.
05: ZOLOM HUNT
As the Convoy travels into marshy points in the grasslands, it becomes clear something is following. Something is hunting the Convoy, disturbing the boggy ground in waves and humps as it travels. It’s hard to say what exactly the monster is, just that it’s BIG and feeling out the Convoy, seeing if it can find prey.

Drifters who try attacking as it hunts will see the shape sink into marshy ground and shrink away, before returning. After about an hour of building tension, it finally strikes. The ground erupts in a spray of water, as a thirty foot serpent called a Zolom rises out of the ground.

Going by the hissing surrounding the Convoy, it’s clear there isn’t just one. The Zoloms go for any who attacked them while hunting, identifying those as the biggest threat, followed by whatever looks like the best prey.

In the aftermath, Zoloms can be harvested. Their fangs are sharp, their scales are tough and can make good leather, and their blood, while corrosive, can still be contained in vials for poisons or anti-venom study by the more medically inclined. And the meat may taste a bit gamey and oddly spicey, but it’s still edible. But first, Drifters need to survive the onslaught.
05-A: ZOLOM ATTACK

Constrictor: The lead Zolom constricts the Convoy trailers to try and crack them open and spill any Drifters out. Other Zoloms target vehicles, trying to get at the Drifters driving them. Tough cars can stand up to the coils and ram into the Zoloms enough to disorient them. Fast cars can easily outpace the Zolom, and if needed lead serpents away from the Convoy before doubling back.

Beta and Venom: There's more danger after Zoloms take wounds. Their blood steams as it hits the ground, burning grass and earth and steaming the water. Zolom blood is laced with venom that either burns Drifters bodies… Or burns their thoughts, inflicting them with a berserk frenzy. The Zoloms also super heat the air in a circle and spit out venom as fire. Cars can protect from the firestorm, though only the Toughest of the bunch will be able to drive away without serious damage.

Death Rattle: With enough tenacity, Drifters are capable of defeating the Zoloms or driving them away. (Spiking them on the top of a nearby tree is optional.) At the end of combat, the Zoloms have a parting gift as they lash, writhe, and snap.
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Ruined Buildings: Grow more numerous, encountering one or two a day. Usually in the form of residences, or farms. Many of them have been gutted from both time, elements, and moon warps. But a handful still hold basic supplies; medical kits, canned food, etc. They also hold hastily scrawled maps that show the surrounding area… And a parched looking area surrounding the grasslands. It looks as though the Convoy is heading right towards it.

Farmlands: Occasionally interrupt the rolling grasslands. They look scraggly and overgrown, with sparse crops available. The handful of food in such areas is edible with no ill affects, but the taste profile is confused: apples taste like watermelons, corn tastes like avocados, etc.

Wind Turbines: A few lonely wind turbines still dot the landscape, spinning even without anyone to maintain them. They give a lonely whistle as they turn, perhaps even sounding a little like a whisper… And one trying to mimic the message Drifters may have received on the power lines.


NAVIGATION
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I (cw: brief emeto mention)

[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-11 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Blake's day has been one big haze of hunger, and every time it takes hold of her, her mind and her memories seem to slip under a red veil. She had bitten someone, and then had been so horrified by it that she'd vomited up everything she'd drank. Lucidity had only lasted for moments; once the hunger had taken hold again, she'd gone back that mindless, instinctual state--

Driven by hunger, and little else. A predator that's been starving for a month, and knows it has to eat soon, or it will die.

She catches a scent on the wind, and follows the trail to a dilapidated house. There's blood-scent all around, but this scent is stronger than the others, more compelling, and it leads Blake right to a human. On silent feet, she drifts into the house -- later, she'll think about invitations and whether that's necessary for her now -- and watches from the shadows as the person finds a carton of cigarettes. She can smell them from here; fake toffee and heavy nicotine.

The prey is distracted. That's all the advantage that Blake needs as she leaps, fangs bared, angling to shove the prey against the nearby wall and drink from them.
]
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-11 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The good news for Faith, and the bad news for her hunter, is that Faith is the Slayer- a supernaturally empowered hunter specifically created and trained to hunt demons and monsters in general, and vampires in particular. Her instincts are honed, supernaturally attuned to danger. As soon as the vampire approaches, she senses it. By the time her would-be assailant, she's already dropping the cigarettes and turning to face the threat.

Blake is caught in mid-lunge by an arm like a stone pillar, one hand grabbing at her shoulder with vice strength and the other clenching into a fist to punch at her.

The bad news for Faith, and the good news for her hunter, is-]


Blake?

[That she trusts Blake and is, sometimes, not too perceptive.

That moment of surprise and relief is enough to catch her off-guard, and she assumes Blake's violent posture is her own panic response. She lowers her fist, releases her grip- and the tension slips out of her all too easily, her attention turns back toward the cigarettes she dropped, leaving her quite exposed for a second attempt.]


Jeez, we gotta put a bell or something.
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The prey catches her, prevents her from getting any further, and Blake is so poleaxed by this that she doesn't struggle or snarl or do anything, just hangs in the prey's grip and eyes it warily. Her new instincts are simple: she is the hunter, everything else is food. She hadn't expected that food could fight back.

The food lets her go, then, and turns aside. Says something, though the words are so unimportant that they're little more than white noise to Blake's ears. Just meaningless sound.

All that matters is that the food turns aside again, having dismissed Blake as a threat, opening up its throat again. Blake only pauses for the most infinitesimal of seconds, hypnotized by the way the prey's thin skin pulls over the pulse in its throat, the faint hue of veins underneath. Her gaze is fixed.

As quick as a striking cobra, she lunges again, one hand going to grab and restrain the prey's dominant arm as her fangs aim for its throat.
]
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WE HAVE FUN

[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The second attack hits her entirely off-guard, and it's only moments before Blake bites down on her neck that she realizes what's happened, what's happening. And then the fangs pierce her neck-

-as the shards rain down around the Jeep, she tries her best to weave around them, but as searing, blinding pain stabs through her neck, she panics and slams the brakes. Her vision clears, and she's stopped mere inches from the trunk of a tree. In a blind panic, one hand clutches her neck, the other hand fumbles for the door handle-

She feels her lifeblood draining from her, feels a sudden rush of cold, her head is swimming as she tries to wrestle the crazed vampire off of her, but-

-"I'm not like you." It's desperate, defiant; despite the trap she's set, she's still terrified, a terror that only grows as Angelus suddenly sweeps her legs out from under her, slipping around behind her and grasping her. She's willing to die to bring him back, but the fear only grows as she hears him crow "You will be." His fangs sink into her neck-]


Blake...

[Despite her struggles to free her arm, she can't break Blake's grip, can't pull her neck away, can't stop them from falling to the floor. She can't stop this. She can't-.

-"Nice try, Faith." It's the same voice, but it's not taunting, it's stern. It's... concerned. "I know what you want." He dodges her desperate, wild swings, not even trying to fight back. "And I'm not gonna make it that easy for you."-

Her arm wasn't budging- Blake was strong, a lot stronger than she looked. Or maybe vamping out made her stronger. Either way, Faith's hand wasn't going anywhere.

She was starting to feel a little woozy. It would be easy to just stop fighting it. So easy. Especially here. What did she even have to fight for here? To live for?

"Get up! You have to get up now. Faith, you have to fight. I need you to fight. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Another memory, but this time it feels more real, more solid. Ironic, since that was a dream. Does that mean it's getting better, or worse? It doesn't matter. She has to keep fighting. She owes him that much.

And even her off-hand can deliver one hell of a punch to Blake's jaw.]


Get... off me!
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-13 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This time, her fangs slice through skin and muscle, sinking deep into the prey's throat. She only catches the very edge of the artery, and her aim is not well practiced yet, but it's enough. Blood washes thick over her tongue, down her throat, and it's--

This is not the first prey she's caught today. Blake's cognizant enough of that. But where the others had tasted good, this one tastes... indescribable. This blood is everything. It's life and colour and energy. It's pure vitality being swallowed down and pumping into her previously withered veins. It's fire in liquid form, the essence of passion. No novelist or poet could hope to put this in words adequate enough to properly describe it.

The entire world shrinks down to just this. Blake ignores the struggling of the meat, just sinking her fangs in deeper. But her ignorance is to her own detriment-- she doesn't see the punch coming, and it yanks her fangs out of the food's throat, whipping her head to the side.

Blake hisses, the sound coming from deep in her chest, deeply unhappy at being torn away from the best thing she's ever tasted. She'll have to make the meat cooperative. She lashes out, aiming to grab the prey's throat and drive her back against the wall.
]
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-13 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, so Blake's stronger than she realized. Good to know.

Blake's operating on blind instinct, Faith isn't. That would be great if Faith was ever good at strategy.

Still, she's pretty sure grappling isn't gonna go her way. She's still woozy, Blake's clearly insane right now, and grappling is right where a vampire wants you. So she ducks the grasping hand and she drives a concrete-shattering punch directly into Blake's midsection.

She might not need to breathe as a vampire, but she was betting that would still hurt like a bitch, and hopefully that would let Faith get some space. Actually, space was exactly what she needed- she hated fighting in a tight room like this, nowhere to run, nowhere to back away and take a breather. She was gonna need a change of scenery.]


Sorry, this is gonna blow.

[And then, hoping Blake wouldn't recover from the gut-punch too quickly, she tackles them both through the second-story window, the two landing on the ground below in a shower of smashed glass, wood, and drywall.]
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-14 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blake's not expecting the fist to the midsection; it knocks her back briefly, but she's up and charging again soon enough. Too mindless and frenzied to be aware of her aura level, she's not paying attention to how weak she's actually becoming. A day of feeding and purging and then feeding again, of fighting prey, and a whole month before that of hunger, all of it's served to weaken her.

So when they go out the window, and Blake lands with a shattering thump on the ground amidst broken glass and fragments of drywall, it breaks her aura. It flickers over her skin as a web of purple light, and then shatters, scattering light to the wind. Now, she's as vulnerable to injury as any human.

It also drives a severing cleaver through the hunger, breaking its hold just enough that Blake's brain can start booting back up.

She groans, picking herself up, glass falling from her hair with tinkling sounds. Lost and dazed, she looks around, confused gaze falling on Faith.
]

Faith? What happened?
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-20 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Ow. Ow.

What makes her keep thinking that's gonna be a good idea?]


You tell me, you're the one who mistook me for a Capri Sun.

[She rubs a hand over the fresh puncture marks on her neck, wincing as she climbs to her feet.]

Didn't hurt you too bad, did I?
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-20 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something wet on her chin. Blake swipes the back of her hand over it, and it comes away wet. Her blurred vision registers it as dark red, and--

Oh, gods.

Memory comes back in a nauseating rush, and it's not hard to put two and two together. The blood and bite on Faith's neck. The taste of blood in her mouth, smeared on her face. Faith must have tossed them out the window to get Blake off her. Thank the gods it's worked.

The worst part is, the blood smells incredible. Better than the best food Blake's ever tasted. Before she knows what she's doing, she licks it off the back of her hand-- and then gags when she realizes what she just did.
]

Oh, gods. I'm--

[ A vampire. She's a vampire. She was right. ]

I'm so sorry. You-- gods, you should leave. You smell so, so good.
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OKAY SO THIS OPPORTUNITY WAS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP.

[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She nearly does. She may not have long, she knows Slayer blood is next-level for vamps, and that fight sucked ass. She should get while the going's good.

And then the thoughts start. The annoying thoughts. The Angel thoughts. Running again.

Blake's scared. She has no plan. She needs help. Faith can run away, or she can be the one to give it. Sure, it's dangerous, but- well, that's the rocky path, right?

Ugh. Dammit. His dumbass savior complex rubbed off on her.]


... And you're gonna, what, leave? Stay away from humans forever, or at least until you go crazy from hunger again and sneak back in the middle of the night to kill somebody? Nah.

[She takes a step closer, standing near Blake- near enough for striking distance. Little show of trust, though she's still keeping a wary eye.]

You gotta come up with something better than that. Vampire Slayer, comma The. I know a little something about vampires. And newsflash, the hunger sucks, you're gonna have to deal with that too. It's not going anywhere. Even when we get you some blood that isn't human, you're gonna be jonesin' for the real thing.

[She extends a hand to help Blake up.]

Least if you turn again, I know how to deal.

[Eat your heart out, Angel.

...he probably has actually eaten hearts out in his pre-soul days. Bad choice of words. She's gonna try not to think about that.]
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-24 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faith steps closer, and Blake has to clap a hand across her nose in a vain attempt to block out the scent of her. It only partially works; even breathing only through her mouth doesn't quite do it.

She doesn't know what a Vampire Slayer is, other than the obvious explanation. Is that why she smells so good? Does killing vampires make your blood taste incredible? Or is it something else?

No. She has to stop thinking about how good Faith smells.

She needs to think about-- the blood on her chin. No, not that. How warm she feels inside, like Faith's blood is revitalizing her. No, not that either. Gods, she can't think about anything other than blood!

Reluctantly, she takes the offered hand up, but she backs up as soon as she's on her feet, heels dragging across broken glass. Her breath is catching in her lungs like she's two seconds away from sobbing, and when she speaks, her voice is wet. Wobbly.
]

But... if I'm always wanting to bite people, how can I be around them? It's just-- clearly it's safer if I stay away.

[ With that realization comes a sinking depression, an old sensation that she's familiar with now. Bone deep. She'd known it was better for her to be alone after she'd gotten Yang hurt, after she'd run away from everybody, but she'd gotten convinced by a friend that she didn't need to be alone. Now, that old creeping feeling is back. ]
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-24 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
I must be trippin,

[She fixes Blake with a none-too-impressed stare.]

'Cuz I swear I just explained why that's a bad idea.

[Sorry, we're doing tough love now, you're getting full sass mode.]

You're gonna want to feed on people, no matter where you are. If you just leave, sooner or later you're gonna want it so bad you come back and start hunting. You gotta figure out how to live with it.
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-03-27 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blake's ears flatten with embarrassement. Staying away sounded like the safer option, like if she could just isolate herself hard enough then she won't hurt anybody.

But. Faith's right. If she does that, she'll lose her mind from hunger again, and then the same thing will happen all over again.
]

So I should... feed on monsters? Or animals?

[ Faith had mentioned blood that wasn't human, and that even if she filled up on that, she'd still want human blood. So it looks like the best option Blake has is the one where she still wants to bite people, but... a little less so.

Gods. She'd dreaded this when her fangs first came in, but she'd never imagined it'd be this bad.
]
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-03-29 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Supposed to be otters and pigs are the best substitute for humans, but they're kinda in short supply.

[She grimaces.]

Guess everybody's eating the monsters anyway, you might as well drink 'em.

[She's been loathe to eat the monsters herself, for fear it might speed up her own transformation back into- whatever she turned into, during the moon warp. But if Blake's already gone full fangs, that's a bit of a moot point.]

If we need to go hunt up something for you to eat, I got time. Just, uh, lemme grab those smokes from upstairs first.
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[personal profile] andnevermore 2025-04-01 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Otters and pigs? Okay, pigs are kind of understandable, Blake once read that ages ago in medicine doctors used pig's blood to filter out bad stuff and did transplants with pig organs, but-- otters?

Faith's being so casual about the whole thing that it's leaving Blake feeling a little shellshocked. Blake just attacked her, drank from her, begged her to leave, and Faith is just... giving her advice? Promising to help her hunt a monster? It doesn't seem fair. Faith should be cursing her out. Leaving and never wanting to speak to Blake again. She should be running and warning everybody that there's a rabid vampire on the loose.

Instead, she just wants to get her cigarettes.

Blake winds up following silently. Faith still smells good, but with some blood in her stomach, the hunger is no longer so overwhelming that she's in danger of losing her mind. It's still... pretty bad, though. Bad enough that she stares at the back of Faith's neck the whole time.
]

So, you're a... Vampire Slayer? [ She can't help the curiosity. ] Is that a job title, or...?
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2025-04-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sacred duty, kinda. Not something you sign up for.

[She's becoming acutely aware of Blake's eyes on her neck. She's trying to ignore it, but she does idly shrug her hair so it covers her throat a little more.

Every bit helps.]


Chosen one. That's why the superpowers. For real, it was a job, I would've been fired years ago.

[She doesn't sound like she's joking. She's just gonna head inside to fetch those smokes now.]