... just the usual...
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nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
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aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 30, 2023 7:19:22 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
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The tag-team curiosity into what Corsen might be looking for and the rather quick offer for aid seems to put the girl oddly on edge for another beat. She had deemed it safer to reveal herself to them, but did she trust them enough to spend a prolonged time with them, possibly with her back exposed? And why were the so curious about her things anyway? It rings too closely to entitled kids asking at her hobbies to try to steal her time, of a social worker asking careful questions about her living space to see what personality could yet be stripped away— [break][break] No, no... She's had much more literal brushes with death now. She's been in fights against cybernetic castaways from heaven and actually seen a ghost herself, either of which could have put her in situations to been attacked from her so called allies. Nothing so far suggested these girls would be the outliers. They had already helped her even. And this would be a good time to test some of what they said. [break][break] Reaching back into her back, Corsen mutters a little request and... Yes! She's holding the 3DS again when she lifts her hand out of the bag. "Few games, maybe. Heard this place still had normal stuff, so." She lets the implication hang, obvious, putting the console back away and trying to produce another device, finding less luck with her inventory this time. "Music too."[break][break] She makes a little rectangular gesture with her hand to try to signify an MP3, and then a bigger rectangle, to indicate a boombox. Something so she can make her own music easier to listen to and put more music on the actual MP3 player without access to the modern internet and a computer. How much of that truly comes across in a few gestures and a little mumbley comment about a "CD player thing," who knows. [break][break] |
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... just the usual...
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nineteen
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she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 23, 2023 3:18:54 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Of course Henry caught ahead of her, Corsen isn't exactly the fastest of individuals on the best of days, and from her perspective, the last few hours of her life have just been walking, something her body isn't entirely built for if the sickly white pallor of her skin and the visibility of her veins is anything to go off of. Still, both she and Henry have kept ahead of their final ally, and it's checking over her shoulder to find him deregistered from the party that has her missing the initial attack. She would've bumped into Henry's back where he not getting choke-slammed against a building. [break][break] Shockingly enough, it's not the sight of the presumably dead woman that gives Corsen pause for as long as it does, it's merely the sights around her. It's one thing to, what, teleport? It's another to see something out of a genre-confused video game leap at someone, to see that same someone destroy the brick and metal behind them with a rippling touch, to see someone else suddenly appear and throw a coin that seems to have all the impact of a star wrestler's punch. She could swear she hears a crack of ribs from the neo-imp. [break][break] Which would be more concerning, if this small girl, still half-deaf thanks to her headphones, ran in suddenly screaming bloody murder, or if she rushed in with the same level of idle disinterest she had offered everyone and everything else she'd met in the last few minutes? Whatever the answer might be, the latter is what happens, Corsen's pipe scrapping across the ground as she runs up on the monster. [break][break] This is a mook. The small-fry of the first wave of a multi-enemy event. It can't take that many hits. Even so, a fair bit of luck plays into Corsen landing her blow. For whatever reason, she thinks to jump. She's not a video game character, she's a person and she's maybe jumped precisely once in her life. [break][break] But when a coward and a scavenger feels cornered, it will take to the air. Her weight pulls her down into a crumbled pile, but Corsen gets a good swing through the air, the crook of her pipe catching the gatcha hellspawn right between the eyes and slamming it back into the ground with her. [break][break] She rolls, not very well mind you, and ends up hitting herself in the leg with her pipe as she comes back up in a position that could only generously be called standing. At first, it appears that she's worse off for the attack than the neo-imp is, especially since it still seems to be moving for just a moment. On closer inspection, however, the metal attachments that make the monster so sleek and deadly have taken some of the rust from Corsen's pipe, leaving it [RUSTED], and the decay sees no reason not to ride the sheen of chrome down to the tawny red of devil flesh, confirming the creature's demise. [break][break] Her life not in immediate danger, Corsen opts to just slump back onto the ground for a moment, glancing about for where her headphones launched off during her 3-inch aerial assault. "Corsen," she mutters in the worst possible approximation of an introduction to the new guy, well, and to Henry. [break][break] |
[break] Corsen Russell [break][break]
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 23, 2023 2:47:41 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Corsen stares at the two girls, a somewhat less creepy gesture now that she has almost-heart-shaped lenses in the way, as they trade comments, food, and what seem to be little signs of affection? The hip check and the blown kiss. She's only vaguely aware of these behaviours probably being "normal," having witnessed them in video games and the people she tended to keep the most distance from. Loud types, or those put off by her demeanor. [break][break] After what feels like damn near a week of staring, Corsen looks down at the granola bar she'd pulled from her bag, then back up to Hana with the little screens she was throwing around and the bag she'd pulled out herself. Now, Corsen tended to put far too much thought, surely a morose level of contemplation, into things, so just "getting the hang of it" isn't really something she's prone to do quickly. It does give her an idea though. She likes her bag, she thinks of it as where she keeps her things, and she understands a game-like inventory... She puts the granola bar back in the bag and mutters under her breath. It sounds a bit like what Hana suggested, and after a moment, the pop-up for the granola bar disappears into a larger menu popping off the bag. [break][break] She waits a moment, as if expecting the item to suddenly reappear in her bag, but nope, it's a touch lighter now... She tries again, with the 3DS already in the bag, but it takes her a good 30 seconds... She's thinking about it too much now for her little grab-bag inventory placebo to be as effective. [break][break] "Not many fights..." she offers to Summer after a moments pause, then another quiet answer, "Looking for... Things." Her grip tightens on her beat-up, plastic bag and her pipe, evidentially very possessive and defensive of what she has. And why shouldn't she be, it's hers. Another quiet consideration, thinking over Summer calling out class items. There was some special things about Corsen's pipe when she got her first messages, wasn't there? She needs to be able to get around easier in the sun... What was the word for a fancy umbrella again? [break][break] The [RUSTY IRON PIPE] suddenly gives in to its oxidation, like years have passed in a moment, and it falls into powder in Corsen's grip. She reflexively catches the bag that had been caught on the crook of it, and with her other hand, draws out a line like pushing out an umbrella, and the dessicated iron dust seems to stick to the shape she pantomimes. With a little twirl, she fixes the bag on the handle of her new armament, leaning the [RUSTY PARASOL] against her shoulder so the holes along the fabric don't put sunbeams right into her face. [break][break] |
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Mar 14, 2023 15:36:58 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 14, 2023 15:36:58 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
It's definitely a bit odd how stationary Corsen remains even as she's bombarded with pleasant little questions and Summer approaches her. The only movement, at first, is in her eyes, following the girl as best she can despite the glare of the sun overhead. It makes it very hard to tell if she's planning to take a swing or not... [break][break] Luckily, she doesn't, but trying to figure out why she didn't still remains a mystery. Of course, a large part of it is just the numbers aren't in her favor and it would be a waste of energy even if she did win, but her stoic expression betrays none of that. With an awkward amount of delay, she takes the offered glasses, the plastic legs of the novely glasses warping a bit under her touch, some of the coloration peeling off like paint as the heart-shape of the lenses deflates a bit. [break][break] Stained now with the same dusty red decay of her pipe, Corsen puts the glasses on. The world is certainly pink now, but it is a touch better. The glasses will probably fix themselves when Corsen gives them back. A glance to the window she broke reveals that the rusty little imprint that originally cracked it has faded as Corsen stepped away, so it seems to be her presence that maintains it to some degree. [break][break] She answers Summer with a shrug, mumbling something alone the lines of, "Not long, too bright and hectic," with her scratchy little voice. Then, looking to Hana, she brings her pipe around to reach into her bag and pull out a little granola bar. A line peels off of it to spawn a little text box in the air, denoting it for all to see as a [GRANOLA BAR] along with an associated monetary value and a little description that offers an estimation of how filling the snack is. She tilts her head, obviously thinking the pop-up is what Hana meant, not realize that she can non-physically store the item somewhere. [break][break] |
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Mar 11, 2023 23:09:32 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 11, 2023 23:09:32 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Corsen recoils a bit from the window for two main reasons. One, it's quite a big window, and she wouldn't want to risk the massive crack gouged into it causing it to fall apart entirely while she is still nearby it. Two, these two women are frightfully friendly, so the girl assumes nothing good about them. Given, assuming is terribly impolite. Corsen knows that on appearance and first impressions alone not many kind things would be assumed of her. Those assumptions wouldn't be entirely wrong, she doesn't think herself entirely kind, but she's had a lot of time to think about herself. It's a bit unfair not to extend that courtesy to others. [break][break] After a long moment of hesitation and consideration, she turns around to scoop up a beat-up plastic bag on the crook of her pipe and hang it over her shoulder like a cartoony rucksack. Fitting, since the last normal thing she did was run away from home... Technically. [break][break] She comes around to the door of the café, well, more the doorframe. She's not sure what happened to the actual door and she doesn't particularly care. Staying there so she doesn't have to step out of the shade, Corsen gives a stilted little wave with her free hand. It's like she's never even made the motion before, so she's lacking the practice she'd need for the gesture to look natural on her pale palm. [break][break] A fault finds her otherwise concerningly neutral expression, a squint, hand moving in favor of shielding her red eyes against the light outside and the bright colors of the other two's outfits. "Corsen," she offers in introduction, pointedly ignoring the question directed at her. It doesn't really matter what reply she'd give so what point was there in answering? [break][break] |
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Mar 10, 2023 18:31:17 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 10, 2023 18:31:17 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Corsen hadn't exactly been eager about taking a trip across the ocean again but having heard the Seoul was one of the least changed areas of the brave new world, well, she had to take her chances. Nominally, she was looking for things like food, extra sunscreen, and some entertainment of course. Some games for her 3DS or maybe a CD player to pair with her MP3 player and use as a speaker. [break][break] These things were probably entirely possible to find in LA, and they'd even be affordable enough with the haul Corsen brought in with her tutorial alone as someone she'd met had made her realize, but she was a scrapper by nature. If she let herself slip into the comfort of easily meeting her needs it would lead to her isolation one way or another. And, ironically enough to that desire, LA was far too crowded for her. She preferred the empty and foreign yet reminiscent streets of Seoul at the moment. [break][break] The empty café was a reprieve from the sun blazing overhead. Corsen had needed to change her outfit since her last one was getting a bit muggy, wearing the white button-up and the long skirt that would be reminiscent of a private school outfit. She disliked the long skirt, but at least it covered her legs, and frequent breaks in shaded, abandoned buildings gave her the time to reapply sunscreen and wander without much trouble. [break][break] So of course her little sanctuary would be intruded on. The taller girls both seemed preppy and sweet, which was already setting off all kinds of warning bells, but they seemed nicely dressed too and lackadaisy, signs Corsen has quickly picked up to be representative of good gear and levels. [break][break] She takes a careful step towards the big store window of the café, thinking she might spy on the girls for a moment, do a bit of threat assessment. Unfortunately, her grip on her rusty iron pipe she lugs around in one hand tightens out of instinct and a little line of rust runs along the interior of the window, setting a long crack in it that makes her presence more than obvious. [break][break] Well, let's hope they weren't looking for a fight. [break][break] |
[break] Corsen Russell [break][break]
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nineteen
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she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 8, 2023 22:30:34 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"] "Swarms and a boss," she answers quite bluntly, not letting the question of her time in this world so far sit long. Lest she have to think about it too much more. It's not like it was particularly egregious or mortifying, here she was as fine as she could probably be given the circumstances, but it was far from a cushy introduction. For as little as she offers in reply to the direct question, she offers even less to Bal's idle observations about her name. Primarily because she didn't know that tidbit. Her name was given, after all, and she never thought to ask. [break][break] As Balthazar carries on and eventually takes the water bottle Corsen had offered to hand her the bag of animal crackers, her little gloomy and calculative demeanor slips just a touch. She snags the bag of treats, wiping her hands down on her hoodie before moving to pop the bag open. Having just put on her sunscreen her hands are still a bit slick and she opts for simply tearing off the corner of the plastic with her teeth. [break][break] The only thanks she will likely offer comes in the muted little hum of bliss as she bites into a handful of the little animal crackers at once, savoring the artificial sweetness of them. There's a certain lightness that she finally allows to wash over herself, a mix of exhaustion and physical stress that she had been staving off through tense spite, but now, finally letting herself have security in this little snack, she relaxs back against her step. The next few crackers are enjoyed at a more sensible pace, though she seems to have a unconscious habit of biting the heads off first. [break][break] |
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nineteen
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she/they
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aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 7, 2023 16:12:45 GMT
Buying For: Henry Reese - Koyu - nowhere king Purchasing: 1x Rockcandy Confetti Pop for Each
Total Cost: 3 Vouchers Extra: Corsen absolutely sent these by accident to the three people that were just on the top of the list in her system screen trying to figure out her inventory.
Handled by Panalamen
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nineteen
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she/they
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aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 3, 2023 15:54:12 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
The man's approach earns a wary little glance up from the girl on the steps. Even without her expression changing much from a resting face of slight displeasure, she's obviously on guard rather immediately, a hand going down to be ready to grab for the pipe. Her red eyes focus on the spirit rather than Balthazar. She's more likely to assume it some manner of monster, rather than an attachment to the man. [break][break] But, this is supposed to be a safe zone, information that is only further supported by what Bal chooses to say. At the offer of food and quick threat for security, Corsen turns to face him properly, sizing him up. She doesn't see ghost fighting going in her favor. She's also fairly certain that Earth-chan wouldn't take kindly to any breach of the rules. [break][break] After a moment of simply staring and processing that haphazard introduction, not that Corsen tends to do any better with first impressions, she gives a little shrug that turns into a roll of the head to gesture to the space on the step beside her. The chance to get some food while she's still figuring out how to actually take care of herself in this world is much too valuable to pass up. [break][break] Besides, Bal seems a bit more neutral compared to anyone else she's met yet. Sure, he's literally haunted as far as she can tell, but he's not immediately calling her his sweetheart, nor does he stink of alcohol. She caps her sunscreen and exchanges it instead for a bottle of water, holding it out to Balthazar. In exchange for the offered seat and a bit of food, probably. She'd much like to avoid being in someone's debt on first meeting. [break][break] "Corsen," she introduces with a little gesture to herself. Her voice is as frail as she is. She doesn't seem to have the chance to talk much. [break][break] |
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nineteen
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she/they
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aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 3, 2023 7:35:16 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
The small and pale girl's lips flatten into a line of distaste at Koyu's appearance and rather overly-friendly greeting. She doesn't even bother taking her headphones off, but she does find the energy to at least lower the volume of her music on a third individual's approach. She hated how much she had to look up at the both of them. [break][break] Hearing the man with monochrome hair reference the same mission just moments after the brunette was poking into her business, Corsen turns back to the little screen she has. Hairline cracks and a bit of red dust spiderweb across the screen as she pokes at it, looking for any amount of settings that she can. Sure enough, she seems to be in an [ACTIVE PARTY] with these two. [break][break] Hopefully that doesn't make them the court of her betters, one seems much too excited and the other... Well, that's probably the proper amount of morose for a man walking out a bar. [break][break] It's odd to be someplace where people didn't already know her name and treat her like an assignment. How were you even supposed to introduce yourself again? Luckily, she's saved the embarrassment of figuring out again as a cry for help rings out in the distance, cutting through the din of advertisements that clutters the night sky with neon. [break][break] Did everyone here have a class? Were some of them just false-people generated by the system? God, no, Corsen stops herself before she can give herself a headache thinking about logistics and the morality of potential NPCs. She has plenty to worry about dealing with herself. Like completing this objective, and it sounds to her that an enemy has just loudly announced where it is with the help of some participant. [break][break] Pulling her plastic bag of an inventory off her pipe and stuffing it into her hoodie pocket, Corsen lets her pipe clang against the ground as she holds it with both hands, looking ready to swing it up at whatever gets in her way at a moment's notice. "Seems like," are the only words of reply she offers both boys, her voice as scratchy from disuse as it is small. [break][break] And she starts moving forward. She's not very keen on whatever risk comes with timing out. [break][break] |
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nineteen
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she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 2, 2023 10:23:42 GMT
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After running away from "home" during the havoc of the awakening, Corsen finds herself late-loading into a Neo-Tokyo tutorial zone. The system assigns her the class of Rust Knight and pairs her up with Henry Reese and Kamamoto Koyu to eliminate hostiles from the area. [break] [attr="class","pipefont"]
After escaping her tutorial, Corsen immediately seeks safety and familiarity by catching a waystone to LA. There, she is pinned as a lost soul by Balthazar Tavoularis's attendents, a not wholly inaccurate distinction as she struggles to wrap her head around this new life. [break] [attr="class","pipelink"] disc x5 - Ongoing [attr="class","pipefont"]
And back to East Asia she goes. Now that she's felt out the safety net that exists in LA with a bit of help from Balthazar, Corsen goes scavenging for some foreign familiarity in Seoul, only to bump into the human sunshine girls known as Sakuyuki Hana and Summer. [break] [attr="class","pipelink"] thread name - Ongoing/Complete [attr="class","pipefont"]
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nineteen
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she/they
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aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 1, 2023 19:08:19 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Its true that Corsen does look a touch lost, but she looks a little less lost than she did just earlier. For a girl that had barely staked out a few neighborhoods around where she lived before all of this, suddenly jumping from one city to the next was massively disorienting. She had spent a good thirty minutes simply wandering around where the waystone had deemed to deposit her. [break][break] Now, however, she's parked herself on a set of wooden stairs that terminates a steep road leading up the path to Mt Washington, bridging it and some other dead-end street that probably has a different name now than it did once before. She would've loved to find some store front or what-have-you to station herself in and enjoy modern air conditioning, but the thought of the number of people that would force her into proximity with generates more dread than her black hoodie does discomfort in the LA heat. [break][break] She's propped herself up against a small stone wall, the kind that guards a street from greenery, to seek defense in the shade. There's a large metal pipe sat between her legs, adorned in a concerning amount of rust, and sat atop it is a plastic bag, held together with duct tape and spite. [break][break] The top of the bag is open, making the contents visible, especially considering the system has popped up a little text box to denote her inventory. None of it is marked as anything of any real worth, save the shitty, beat-up pipe, funnily enough. She has spare clothes, the remnants of snack food wrappers, a 3DS along with its charger and a few games, and a few bottles of pills, sunscreen, and water. [break][break] First her medicine. The memory of the action is ingrained in her muscles, to the point that it might be grounding in this time of chaos were it not a reminder of how broken she is. She turns her grim attention next to the exposed, pale, skin of her legs. They look less frail, given how much she walked to school and back, and the power boost from her class certainly helped... [break][break] Still, they certainly don't look healthy, signs of lingering disuses only exacerbating the way her legs shake, even when sitting still. With a little huff, a rare show of emotion on her grim expression, she dashes her little inventory screens, red dust and degradation trailing across her fingers on the menus and hastening their retreat. Now, unbothered by the glare of screens, she takes to applying sunscreen. A generous portion for her shoulders, in case her hoodie should fall aside, a thumb of it over her nose, cheeks, forehead, the majority for her legs. [break][break] Perhaps she should just buy pants... But, food will be a priority, as soon as she figures out where she might solve that issue. [break][break] |
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AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
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rust knight
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Feb 28, 2023 15:55:20 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Feb 28, 2023 15:55:20 GMT
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rust knight - level: 01
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There's irony to be had in someone as photosensitive as Corsen being blessed by the Light. Unfortunately, that bit of humor is the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She's a bit more concerned with her survival, so in a way, not much has changed, but then again it seems everything has. Not too long ago the frail girl was taking her chances in splitting from the only place she'd known as home and now she was... Where ever here was? [break][break] Maybe a bit of the confusion she felt could be explained away as a bit of lag. Earth did spend an extra day on converting Japan, and Corsen has been loading in for a while now. [break][break] Just earlier she had regathered the only things she had felt she truly owned, all of which fit in a plastic bag hung on the crook of a rusty iron pipe she had saddled over one shoulder. She had pulled on a heavy black hoodie over a tall-necked top and her favorite skirt to obscure her pale skin from the sun as she hurried away from a prison she had quietly allowed herself to accept. [break][break] But now, instead of sunlight, she found the neon glow of signs she couldn't read forcing her to shield her eyes, the blare of advertisements for all manner of cyberpunk style augment and new-you marketing forcing her to turn up her MP3 players, stuck in her hoodie pocket and blaring now through a pair of garishly orange headphones. [break][break] She startles, stopping in her tracks as a message from Earth springs up in front of her and a wall goes up behind her, locking off the tutorial area she's now been transported to. Everything's different, and now she has to deal with a class, with Earth commenting on her diet? What does any of this even mean? Her rather flat expression twists with frustration as yet another system notification pops up in front of her... She squints at the screen, mumble-reading it aloud. "Rid the area of all enemies within the alloted 12 hours... Rust Knight Mission: Submit to a court of your betters to find success...?"[break][break] Corsen runs a hand through her white hair, appreciative of the small mercy of it suddenly being night, and just huffs a sigh. Takes a moment to pinch her cheek, leaving a glaringly prominent mark. Nope, didn't wake up. This is reality then? Well... Fuck. [break][break] |
[break] Corsen Russell [break][break]
PWR: 13 [E][break] DEF: 06 [F][break] SPD: 08 [F][break] MAGI: 13 [E][break] VIT: 08 [F][break] WIL: 10 [F][break][break]
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Feb 27, 2023 23:39:04 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Feb 27, 2023 23:39:04 GMT
Character Name Corsen Russell Character Anchor Gift Character Class Rust Knight Discord Name reny#8234
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Post by Corsen Russell on Feb 26, 2023 7:30:32 GMT
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— CHANGELOG —
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PWR: 13 ( +3 ) | DEF: 6 ( -4 ) | SPD: 8 ( -2 ) | MAGI: 13 ( +3 ) | VIT: 8 ( -2 ) | WIL: 10 ( +0 ) | LUCK: 0 ( +0 ) |
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[break][break] 02/28/2022 - Class Starting Stats [break]+3 PWR, -4 DEF, -2 SPD, +3 MAGI, -2 VIT
[break][break] XX/XX/XX - Level Up/ Ability etc [break]+0 SPD, +0 PWR ETC
[break][break] XX/XX/XX - Level Up/ Ability etc [break]+0 SPD, +0 PWR ETC
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