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hadriel_logs2017-01-17 10:35 am
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how can anything survive when these little minds tear you in two? [SEMI-OPEN]
Who: Rey, her Doppelgänger, and VARIOUS (includes both open and closed starters in the comments).
What: Following the train of separate open logs over the Dead Ringers event. The timeline in the link is relatively loose but it covers the gist of things.
Where: Several corners of Hadriel.
When: January 16th-25th.
Warnings: Violence. Possible death and implications of sexual assault/innuendo. Manipulation. Rey is not a happy person by any means and does not have a very happy background. Feel free to check out the permissions post if you have any concerns beforehand.
Notes: If you're tagging in an open prompt, please be sure to indicate which day of the week it is in the subject line! Also I'll try to match whichever format you fancy.
I. January 16th-20th
She was created out of air. Not a construct from a lab, melded together by flesh and cells donated by two exceptional genetic donors.
Oh, ho, ho, it's magic, you know,
Never believe, it's not so.
Magic. At one point her other half would have chided at the very suggestion of such a thing existing. But time breeds experience, and experience inspires intrigue. Intrigue which turns into a little bit of curiosity. After all, her time here is limited, before returning to the ether where all the constructs inevitably go. So what's the use in fretting over details and results?
No, this is fun. Too much so for it to be short-lived any more than it already is meant to be. Thus, she keeps her distance, following her other half for some time before deciding to deviate. Good thing Rey is not one to maintain a diverse wardrobe, as looking the part is simple enough. Walking the part, talking the part, being the part is simple enough. It isn't the first time she has had to.
The only difference is the usual weapons she bears are different. One would have to be observant enough to notice the long machete at her hip in place of the kukri, the blade dissimilar in shape and curve. She'll make use of it, sooner or later...
For now, she can be found in some parts of the city: By the river, in the groves, or in alleyways, hacking and slashing at the air from which she was formed. The swift motions cutting through with a whistle as the blade makes effortless strikes with trained precision.
Just be careful where you step. Wouldn't want to get cut, would we?
Would we?
II. Wildcard
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What: Following the train of separate open logs over the Dead Ringers event. The timeline in the link is relatively loose but it covers the gist of things.
Where: Several corners of Hadriel.
When: January 16th-25th.
Warnings: Violence. Possible death and implications of sexual assault/innuendo. Manipulation. Rey is not a happy person by any means and does not have a very happy background. Feel free to check out the permissions post if you have any concerns beforehand.
Notes: If you're tagging in an open prompt, please be sure to indicate which day of the week it is in the subject line! Also I'll try to match whichever format you fancy.
I. January 16th-20th
She was created out of air. Not a construct from a lab, melded together by flesh and cells donated by two exceptional genetic donors.
Oh, ho, ho, it's magic, you know,
Never believe, it's not so.
Magic. At one point her other half would have chided at the very suggestion of such a thing existing. But time breeds experience, and experience inspires intrigue. Intrigue which turns into a little bit of curiosity. After all, her time here is limited, before returning to the ether where all the constructs inevitably go. So what's the use in fretting over details and results?
No, this is fun. Too much so for it to be short-lived any more than it already is meant to be. Thus, she keeps her distance, following her other half for some time before deciding to deviate. Good thing Rey is not one to maintain a diverse wardrobe, as looking the part is simple enough. Walking the part, talking the part, being the part is simple enough. It isn't the first time she has had to.
The only difference is the usual weapons she bears are different. One would have to be observant enough to notice the long machete at her hip in place of the kukri, the blade dissimilar in shape and curve. She'll make use of it, sooner or later...
For now, she can be found in some parts of the city: By the river, in the groves, or in alleyways, hacking and slashing at the air from which she was formed. The swift motions cutting through with a whistle as the blade makes effortless strikes with trained precision.
Just be careful where you step. Wouldn't want to get cut, would we?
Would we?
II. Wildcard
[ooc: If you have any other ideas in mind, just tag in whatever or contact me ahead of time, via plot comment, PM, or hit me up on plurk (
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"Of course she would," he says, speaking to 'Rey' while looking down at the original. "She's a good killing machine, just like you are. If only she had any sense of fun, we could have had a grand time. But it wasn't to be," he sighs, almost sadly.
Actually glancing up at the double now, he adds, "I suppose you want to do the honors?"
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Any sign of a stagger or injury is absent from her pace as the double makes her way to the edge of the hole in the ground, looking down at her original. Held in place by something that can't be seen. Though she has come toe to toe with the thing before, she doesn't seem to have much luck this time.
"Believe it or not, she'd have enjoyed that in a different life. Too bad that one got blown up, or her head exploded, or something..." 'Rey' waves a hand dismissively. "Shit, we've died so many times that it's hard to keep who's who straight."
But the point still remains, though. Loud and clear.
With that, she drops down into the hole, joining 'Sato' and his invisible friend on the other side of the coffin. The Rey inside of it is gasping, winded from the fall. Pain written all over her face when she yells as the doppelgänger yanks the machete blade out. Rather than taking it back, she just tosses it in with her original. "I'll leave that with you, in case you get bored."
She takes the lid of the coffin, before she begins sliding it over. The sooner she doesn't have to look at that despicable face of her own, the better.
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"So many times? I didn't realize she'd had a few extra lives," he remarks brightly. That certainly explains a few things -- or at least makes their first run-in with the foggy side of the city more interesting, at least."
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The double just smirks, tapping a foot over the coffin with a hand over her waist. "I'd save your energy, if I were you. You're only going to have so much oxygen left to spare."
Screams die into pained groans and frustrated noises. 'Rey' waits a moment before she begins climbing out of the hole to do the finishing touch...
Bury the bitch six feet under where she belongs.
"Anyway, if you must know -- she's had more than just 'a few extra lives', and plenty more where that came from," 'Rey' finally answers 'Sato's' curiosity once she's crawled her way onto the surface ground. "She's like a parasite, moving from one functional corpse to another."
That's certainly one way of describing it, at least.
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"Sounds like she'll have a hard time keeping that promise to kill you too then," he chuckles. "Just like my original. He's probably around here somewhere, too."
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"It's very typical of her. Making promises that she can't keep." She raises a brow at the dirt sliding off the invisible form, still in the hole. 'Rey' glances to 'Sato', but doesn't stop what she's doing. "Are you just going to let your friend stay down there?"
Rude.