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− | | residence = museum oddities wing | + | | residence = museum oddities wing, spreading glitter over the shadowy forest and farmlands |
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Syd had almost forgotten about the bug, almost. They don't really remember much about their life before. They can just remember the day. Not clearly just pieces. Memories and puzzles and riddles to untangle and reorganize. | Syd had almost forgotten about the bug, almost. They don't really remember much about their life before. They can just remember the day. Not clearly just pieces. Memories and puzzles and riddles to untangle and reorganize. | ||
− | Now they're going to obsess over it. You should see them- panicked googling the dangers of eating bugs. How many did they eat as a kid? Countless | + | Now they're going to obsess over it. You should see them- panicked googling the dangers of eating bugs. |
+ | How many did they eat as a kid? Countless. Swarms of ants sticky with chocolate syrup stolen from the pantry. Hot in the summer sun. But so strange and crunchy between their tiny teeth. Each one worth the bites and stinging protest; as they stepped unknowingly into their place in the epicurean food chain. Yeah, they turned out fine, mostly fine. | ||
− | + | Just keep repeating, "people eat bugs every day and are fine," over and over: "it's all fine." It was probably a beetle - they outnumber us a billion to one, or a bee ... wouldn't that hurt though?, or a spider - oh Gods are they the new Spiders Georg - | |
− | WebMD tells them, "you have horrible brain melting disease" where your brain just melts out of your head. They decide to just wait and see if they break out into hives... fuck did their nose just start running? Is it allergies? | + | They can see the headline now: Some rando living in the city eats a mystery bug. Becomes new beacon of arachnid utopia. Spiders from far and wide have come to take up residence in this poor bastard's mouth. |
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+ | WebMD tells them, "you have horrible brain melting disease" where your brain just melts out of your head. They decide to just wait and see if they break out into hives... fuck did their nose just start running? Is it allergies? Is their brain melting?! | ||
They mostly hope whatever they just swallowed isn't going to give them a parasite. They unlock their phone and googles "Leucochloridium paradoxum". | They mostly hope whatever they just swallowed isn't going to give them a parasite. They unlock their phone and googles "Leucochloridium paradoxum". | ||
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=• The Secret War •= | =• The Secret War •= | ||
''How did your character become part of the Secret World, and what have they been up to since then?'' | ''How did your character become part of the Secret World, and what have they been up to since then?'' | ||
− | They don't recall the war too well .. they don't recall participating too fully aside from - go to work, go home,hope KG doesn't call them up at 2 am because she needs them to go on a fetch quest for | + | |
+ | They don't recall the war too well .. they don't recall participating too fully aside from - go to work, go home, hope KG doesn't call them up at 2 am because she needs them to go on a fetch quest for a still beating heart, again. What is she even ''doing'' with those things... | ||
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+ | But one can't complain too much when it means feeling the warm flesh resist and seize then go slack - fibers pull and tear... that slick, wet, sheen on everything. | ||
They feel themselves panting, mouth open and wet, eyes pinpointed and focused in naked blood-lust. They shake their head with the vigor of a child with an etch-a-sketch - trying to remove the shadow print of their time in company of a drunken cavalcade. | They feel themselves panting, mouth open and wet, eyes pinpointed and focused in naked blood-lust. They shake their head with the vigor of a child with an etch-a-sketch - trying to remove the shadow print of their time in company of a drunken cavalcade. | ||
− | Perhaps they haven't forgotten | + | Perhaps they haven't forgotten quite everything about some of their time in the war. |
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Give in to a little frenzy. | Give in to a little frenzy. | ||
− | Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came... get it together you can just float along and sate the hunger in your own terms | + | Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came... get it together and you can just float along and sate the hunger in your own terms |
− | Now that doesn't seem so bad: jobless, | + | Now that doesn't seem so bad does it?: jobless, hunted, always a little elsewhere ... but flowing free as your feet will take you. |
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− | They just want to enjoy things. Most times they're a little spacey. | + | They just want to enjoy things. Most times they're a little spacey. |
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Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter. | Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter. | ||
− | Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near. His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it. | + | '''They can be found most often:''' interviewing for various Orochi corps, studying global flora/fauna, hunting for the next new experience, chasing wisps, sprawled out in a hammock, swinging peacefully, behind a palette and some sheeting in their Oddities Wing. They are the Mayor of Hammocktown. Pleased to meet you. |
+ | They always have music on - feel free to ask what's playing in their head. It could be Iron Maiden it could be Spice Girls - the risk is your own. | ||
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+ | '''Pets:''' Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near. His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it. | ||
− | Partners in time killing: '''Door Coleman'''. Recent Bee, he never knew the old world. He's not tethered to the memory. | + | '''Partners in time killing''': '''Door Coleman'''. Recent Bee, he never knew the old world. He's not tethered to the memory. |