AGE
17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 26, 2022 12:15:52 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 26, 2022 12:15:52 GMT
 Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would suddenly pipe up and interrupt, leaning forward and slamming her hands onto the table as Miyah spoke about the Church. For a moment, the blonde haired girl showed fire in her eyes yet the second her attention turned to the various establishment clients now pausing their conversations to look at what made such a sudden commotion, Clover would slink back to her seat in silence, surrounding by the same soundless void she created. Being who she was, the girl dressed like a nun had no idea about the many greater problems in life, the greed and corruption that filled human hearts. It wasn't as if she had a particularly close connection with the Church but she had grown up in a monastery, where religion filled every aspect of her life and where closeness to God could be felt within the building, whether because of make believe or for external reasons beyond human comprehension. "W-what I meant was... I'm sure you've had bad experiences. But a holy place, a true holy place should accept you no matter who are you and where you're from. That's how it was back at home." Clover would then pause, letting the other two have their back and forth as well as ask their questions to their girl one by one. The whole time, her hand would remain clutching a glass of apple juice that the girl adamantly sipped on in rhythmic intervals, the perfect excuse for her lack of words and responses. Yes, after all, how could she respond if she was drinking right? Haha...? "I'm not really sure how I made it out truth be told. Someone that was with me was nice enough to do the majority of what I couldn't and fortunately the Lord was kind enough to grant me mercy..." The mixed race girl would finally respond, lightly gritting her teeth as she thought back to the horror that the spider like amalgamation of plastic bodies was that the trio had to fight. She had been so useless back then, barely able to damage the creature much and only able to stall for time so that the other two could save her. She was certainly grateful yet the fact that she nearly died continued to stain her mind. It was the reason she had bags under her eyes and the reason night time walks became more frequent for her. Yes... She was tired. Mentally and physically. "I'm sorry, I'll only be able to join you two for a short walk. But I'm willing to accompany you at least for a little while longer. This is all very new to me and I'm not even sure what a guild is or if I ever want to step outside of safe zones again but if you're willing to put up with that then I have no qualms becoming friends. Of course, I would love to learn both of your names from your own mouths. If that's okay..." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 24, 2022 22:38:43 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 24, 2022 22:38:43 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS The second that Clover heard Ella's voice, she would feel a chill run down from her neck and across her spine, her attention only focusing on the boss rather than the woman threatening her simply because it had managed to not only get a hit in on Anastasia but also to send her flying back into a storefront. Frankly, the situation was looking quite dire and with her now being threatened to get involved, Clover's trembling hands slowly lifted, one reaching out to grip onto the metal of the fence barring her off from falling down easily whilst the other moved to her mouth, allowing the nun to bite down on her nails as a anxious reflex. What to do... What to do... If she remembered correctly, the devil's bombs could likely do quite a bit of damage to the creature below but with how fast it was moving and the delay of them, how could they ever even hit. Moreover, Clover wasn't so sure that Anastasia could actually last long by herself. But with her own leg's refusing to obey orders, how could she guarantee she wouldn't just trip and die the second she faced the creature below... "Y-your um... Bomb thing..! Throw one then hide!" Clover would shout back at Ella, her eyes still glued onto the creature quickly swerving back towards Anastasia. At this rate, it would reach the girl again and make quick work of her and though Clover couldn't do much damage wise, she could likely still aggravate the creature enough to discourage it from chasing Anastasia momentarily. However... Getting it to leave the range of whatever that ability was currently damaging it would also be bad. 'Lord have mercy and please protect my soul...' Gripping the top of the railing, the blonde haired girl would practically yank herself up with her upper body strength, her legs having all the strength of a piece of jelly as they wobbled and shook, barely letting her stand up right. Then, in an attempt to fool the system from chasing her down, Clover would activate her ring, retaining her appearance however changing the class and level that was displayed. [Class: Con Artist] [Level: 24] With fake confidence, Clover would fire off a shard of glass towards the boss below, hitting the distracted creature square on the top of one of its many heads, specifically the one that seemed as if it was directing the body. With a sudden pause, the mannequin spider would stop its chase of Anastasia, turning around and glaring up at Clover. For now it stood still... As the level that was displayed was likely far too high for a tutorial area. But how long could she fool the system with such a weak attack? At the very least the fake class name was fitting considering her standing and staring the boss down was not her sizing it up but rather the lack of control of her nerves leaving her unable to rationally think of a next move. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 24, 2022 16:36:47 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 24, 2022 16:36:47 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would give a simple yet awkward smile as Miyah explained her circumstances, not really minding the poor manners so much as the fact she was so forward and pushy with everything, doing things despite asking questions as if feigning interest and care in what the other party thought, how comfortable they felt, etc... But she couldn't be judgmental, everyone had their own circumstances and thus had different reasons for their behaviors. It was one of the fundamental teachings of the Lord and back at home so truly, besides feeling slightly out of place, Clover wouldn't bat an eye. "Clover. Clover Bancroft. I would say calling me a princess is a little off, I grew up in a holy place where everyone was equal regardless of status however it is my pleasure to meet you." With a more confident smile appearing on her face this time around, Clover would then turn her attention to the man that had previously spent his time weeping, his appearance dirty like that of a coal miner and yet the question he posed proved that he wasn't from the Northern areas of England. At least Margaret Thatcher had one less hater. Still, the question he posed certainly startled her, enough to widen her eyes and briefly leave her mouth agape as soundless air escaped the open crevice. How did he not know he was in London? Surely transporting around with the system would have told him this much and even then, they were in one of the most recognizable parts of the city. "Umm... We're in London right now if that's what you mean. Piccadilly Circus to be exact. And please let's get along! It is important to love thy neighbour afterall..." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 20:26:12 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 22, 2022 20:26:12 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Clover would hear Anastasia's words, nodding in understanding before pressing her forehead down to the top of her knees, softly sniffling whilst she continued to try to control her breathing. This was all just far too much for her and yet amidst all of the chaos, the service announcement would work wonders to amplify her fear and funnel her attention back to the system putting them through all of this. Though she couldn't yet see the spider like boss creature that had started to move on the ground floor below her, she could still hear how hastily it was moving as well as the words of Anastasia below. Her first thought was to run, to sprint away as far as she could from this dreaded place yet her legs remained paralysed, violently shaking and unable to move no matter how much she willed for her body to stand up and flee. Fortunately, Clover was up behind the barricade, pretty hidden from the boss for now yet this wouldn't change the fact that she didn't want to leave Anastasia all by herself. The girl seemed nice enough, even trying to comfort Clover and now saying she would face that loud creature all by herself?! But what could Clover even do? She was weak and pathetic, cowering away whilst the duo did the majority of the fighting. Ping An alert would ring out inside of her mind and as the girl slowly opened her eyes, her focus would once more jump ship from the boss monster to the familiar blue hue of the system menu popping up. Did she level up..? What did that even mean? Out of three options, her class would inform her what her choices could lead to and without much thought, Clover would reach for the third before allocating her stats over to her MAGI, whatever that meant. She was given a ring? Well it certainly wasn't time to read what it did. With a deep breath and gritted teeth, the nun would herself forward, slowly crawling along the floor to peak down at what was going on. It was only that that she would watch in horror as the scar faced girl decided to not only catch the attention of the creature but also to run up to it, ready to face it head on in combat. She had to be crazy right? No, she appeared somewhat scared yet the prison jumpsuit was starting to make a lot more sense. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 22, 2022 16:41:00 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 22, 2022 16:41:00 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS To her front, Clover found a confusing and strange man referring to her as mother whilst moping around life and... Cake? To her rear, Clover would find that the meal she was given had been taken by the very person that invited herself to the table the girl had previously claimed for herself, not even bothering to grab a new fork to eat with. Once again, the woman did what she wanted, only caring to ask once the action had been taken and even then, likely caring little about what Clover had to say regarding the matter. Her response? The blonde haired girl just glared awkwardly back at the table, scratching the side of her face as she tried to form words in her mouth. "Ehhh...? Help yourself I suppose, you two can share the meal if you'd like." Clover would respond in a dejected manner, the loud grumble of her stomach arriving fashionably at the moment that she finished her response, causing her face to further contort. It wasn't like she couldn't get food elsewhere but it would be a while until the stands opened again and she had really been looking forward to the pub roast. Alas, the blonde girl now found herself seated back at the table, across from Miyah and away from the strange man that failed to properly acknowledge what she said. In fact, it had been her first reaction to step away seeing as his response made her even more uncomfortable than the woman shamelessly stealing her food. "Is that your friend? I think something is wrong with him but I'm not sure if there's any hospitals nearby." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 23:32:18 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 23:32:18 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Fate was a fickle thing that could change at the slightest variation of probability, where one action could take you down a mysterious set of circumstances that could forever change your life or simply leave you repeating the same day over and over again. Regardless, lady luck continued to surprise the religious girl with new encounters, the first of which was a stranger approaching her table. Of course before Clover even had a chance to respond, the dark skinned woman before her already decided to claim a spot at the table, becoming the first acquittance of today beyond her charity work and also the first person that Clover had no idea how to deal with. With her mouth agape, the blonde haired girl simply watched in awe as Miyah did what she wanted, her fingers lifting only to curl back from the lack of attention given to her wants and cares. "Uhm... Yeah that's fine, you can sit there." A soft sigh of defeat would follow the meek response, with Clover's eyes lowering down to the table until Miyah left to grab a drink. What was up with people in this place? Even back at home, the people she struggled to deal with were usually a little more predictable than sitting down with a stranger with no concern for their comfort as if it were a normal activity. Having previously been zoned out to enjoy her time off, the teenager now faced herself chewing on her roast meat and gravy unable to plunge back into the safety of her own mind with all the noise surrounding her. Voices filled the air, the steady distance muttering and laughing served with background jazz from speakers up above. Further investigation of the room eventually found her eyes wandering onto a lone man with a pet... Aardvark? He looked down and come to think of it, the big line for queue being turned away as the last piece of food was given to her seemed to explain the situation quite well. Great, she was starving but how could she leave someone looking so gloomy without help? It was obvious what she had to do and so she would, walking over straight towards Alfonso before grabbing his sleeve and gently tugging on it to grab the man's attention. "Excuse me Mister... It's not much but I can offer you half of my portion if you're starving?" With a wobbly awkward smile forming on her mouth, Clover would turn around to motion at the table that her and Miyah were relaxing at, the plate of food in clear view and mostly untouched. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 21:47:10 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 21:47:10 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS The soft tipper tapper of raindrops would fill the streets of London as the sky above darkened, sunlight blocked out by grey clouds whilst the streets scattered and cleared. At Piccadilly Circus, the same big panels playing advertisements remained yet for the first time since anyone could remember, they were switched off, replaced with blackened screens. Roads were no longer littered with traffic and thus stands were set up as a sort of makeshift market began to form in the chaos of everything that occurred. Some of these were simple small wooden booths that sold generic items either kept from before the world was affected by the system or things people had found from travelling and exploring the new world they lived in. As in world currency faded, bartering would reign supreme yet amongst the many different surprises the world now had to offer, free food and sampling seemed to be the one people enjoyed and exploited the most. Charity and kindness could flourish in dire times yet greed remained all the same. From the many old restaurants that offered food to those that needed it, to those that were still settling into this new world and trying to get by and during a time when people were still trying to figure out whether old rules applied, groups would find themselves stocking up and eating as often as they could without a care for others that may also need a meal for the day. There were also those like Clover, who due to uncertainty of her place in the world, found herself helping run these community organized kitchens to feed those less fortunate. For the moment though, as rain began to fall, the blonde haired girl would retreat indoors to a restaurant, occupying an empty table in the corner of an old pub whilst waiting for her ordered food to arrive. "To think handing out food would be so much work." The girl would mutter under her breath, her words followed by a soft sigh of relief as she leaned back in the chair ready to enjoy her time off. Alfonso Gerudia Miyah [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 15:57:27 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 21, 2022 15:57:27 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Anastasia's consolation attempts would do little to calm the nerves of the girl still clutching onto her knees, sniffling and whimpering because of everything that was going on. It wasn't like her efforts went unnoticed and, perhaps, under less strenuous circumstances, just the fact she tried to help would have been enough to calm Clover down a little bit yet right now when her emotions and thoughts were scattered in a natural disaster worthy of a category 5 storm designation, the blonde girl could do little more than stare out lifelessly. Every bit of her body continued to shake, her jaw was clamped so tightly that even if she wanted to speak, Clover found herself unable to do so. Instead, the girl would look up at Anastasia like a scared puppy, simply nodding her head along whilst focusing on her breathing. She hated this all but she knew she had to help, it was only right when the other two were practically doing all of the work. Yet, in terms of fighting capabilities, Clover had nothing substantial she could provide besides jagged pieces of glass that flew at low speeds. Thus, she would extend her hand out in front of her, focusing on the words of the scar faced girl and once more unveiling her circular disc of stained glance to begin scanning the area and locating enemies. Much to her surprise, there were a lot fewer remaining than she had initially expected, likely due to the constant rumbling of explosions courtesy of a certain devil horned woman. Nevertheless, a few remained and rather than uttering their locations verbally, Clover would tug at Anastasia's sleeve to get her attention before pointing to their directions around the mall. Two from the south, one from the North and lastly two more right at the bottom of the staircase. Just when she thought that was all, however, Clover would pause, her eyes glued onto the stained patterns as a sixth and final dot finally appeared. This one seemed different... At least it was a gut feeling that it did however for now it didn't seem to be approaching, instead standing and waiting as if the system wanted the trio to clear out the wave first. "T-there's one more... Behind the McDonald's. But it isn't approaching." Anastasia Kozlov Ella Moore wicker[attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 19:32:08 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 20, 2022 19:32:08 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Narrow streets, long crowded corridors, twist and turns tighter than any rollercoaster the girl had heard of and yet as different as this social space was compared to her home town, Clover found comfort in knowing she could safely traverse the bends and walkways of this safe area without the fear of plastic store mannequins trying to kick her ribs in or floating articles of clothing attempting to suffocate her. It wasn't normal... Nothing would ever return to normal but it was the closest thing to home that she could find and thus the blonde haired mixed raced girl could find solace in this hub, zoning out the loud chatter of groups discussing their experiences and thoughts on the whole situation. For a few hours now, Clover did little more than wander around in circles, mapping out and cementing the pathways inside of her mind. She didn't dare to step outside the safe zone, not until she could fix her anxiety and not until she had her well deserved break after a hellish tutorial level. And so with that on her mind, Clover would contemplate on the fact that despite never having played any games at the monastery, she had always attributed them with family fun and entertainment. Therefore, the fact that the closest experience to games was this nightmarish system made her sick to the stomach. Even now, hours after she had escaped swarms of enemies, the girl dressed as a nun trembled, shaken up enough that her hands remained glued together in the form of her a prayer. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..." The soft mutter of words would escape from her lips as girl finally settled down at a billboard that seemed to be filled with posters and letters all asking for missing people. It was no surprise that some wouldn't have survived the encounters they were presented with. Likewise, the fact that people were teleported away from each other meant that families could have been split apart, weeping unknowingly about whether or not their loved ones were safe or not. Thus, Clover would find herself kneeling down on the ground, an odd sight to all that were there. A nun dressed in black and white robes, missing the headdress and with a cross hanging from her neck praying for the souls of those that were yet to be reunited with their families and for those that were no longer able to do so. "The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters... Eternal rest grant unto him/her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him/her. May he/she rest in peace. Amen." adam fujiwara Cecilia[attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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17
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
CLASS
Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 14:28:00 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 20, 2022 14:28:00 GMT
[break][break][break][break] [nospaces] [attr="class","waitfor"] [attr="class","waitfortop"] [attr="class","waitfortopp"] >>> TheCakeIsApie [attr="class","waitfortop1"] [attr="class","waitfortopleft"] [attr="class","waitforimg"] [attr="class","waitforimg1"] [attr="class","waitfortopleft1"]
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TWENTY-ONE
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Not too much to say about me other than that I've been writing for a while now and enjoy writing quite a bit even though it's not the greatest. If you ever want to plot then feel free to DM me and we can discuss something, I have developed a bad habit of making my own characters suffer to varying degrees so if you ever need someone to be the target of something more villainous or questionable, I could possibly offer some help with that.[break][break]
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[attr="class","PLAYER"] [attr="class","waitforchars1"] [attr="class","waitforchars2"] Clover BancroftSEVENTEEN > SHE/HER > ACTIVIST > ORACLE
[attr="class","GIFT"] [attr="class","waitforchars1"] [attr="class","waitforchars2"] FIRST LASTNAMEAGE IN LETTERS > PRONOUNS > OCCUPATION > SOMETHING
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Post by Clover on Aug 20, 2022 2:15:44 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS How pathetic! Or Clover would have said that about herself if she wasn't so distracted with trying to breathe. Whilst one of the women there was blowing up hordes of enemies and the other had just found out she can create claws that could siphon away life and kill things with relative ease, Clover was on the ground gasping for air and desperately trying to call for help to the other two. With each passing second shrouded in darkness, the nun attired girl felt a heavy pain growing inside of her chest, with each attempt to pull the clothes off her face granting her only around half a second to get some oxygen before the monster continued to suffocate her. Was she going to die? She was going to die wasn't she? Please, someone help her! Clover was pleading, still rolling and trying to free her airways until the much awaited for help arrived. With both her and Anastasia now trying to rip the jeans off, Clover's eyesight would finally be free, her mouth gasping for air as her fight or flight response activated. "AHHHHHH!!??" With a loud scream of panic, the blonde girl would accidentally learn about another ability that she possessed. This one was a little more on the offensive side, not quite on the level of the two other women she was with yet enough to make quick work of the tutorial enemy that had been trying to kill her. Just like the circular disc of colourful stained glass, a singular piece of a larger mosaic would form before shooting up towards the monster, impaling into it and sending it up out of Anastasia's hand unless she had a tight grip on it. Needless to say, the creature that had been flailing around to try to free itself would suddenly stop moving. "H-haaa... Haha... I did it- I did it. I did it, I did it I did it I did it I did it..." Clover would start to mutter between her heaving panting, the threat around them still not over yet at least all that remained of it was on the other side of the barricade. Not that the religious girl would be able to focus on that though, not when tears were lining her swollen eyes, dropping down to the floor below whilst her whole body continued to tremble. That thing actually tried to kill her and not just that, it did so with no remorse, no humanity in its behaviour or its appearance. Was this truly a test from God? If it was, she was far too busy clutching her knees to her chest and curling up in a weeping ball of anxiety to be happy about such a thing. For the first time in her life, Clover had experienced this sort of aggression, the first time anyone had tried to injure her physically and thus she was in a state of shock. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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She/Her
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 19, 2022 14:22:40 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 19, 2022 14:22:40 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Whilst Clover would smile at the scar faced girl joined her upstairs, happy that someone was willing to listen and cooperate to her idea, her eyes would still occasionally wander to the devil downstairs that refused to move up, instead focusing on throwing bombs that shook the very foundation of her soul. Those explosive balls looked like a dangerous power, something worthy of a devil for certain and yet the more she thought about her own class options, the more she tried to figure out why and how different options were given. Thinking back on her own, the class choices given to her all seemed to revolve around religious themes, at least to some extent. Her life, too, had been filled with such themes yet down below the woman that seemed rowdy and aggressive was given the power to blow away things that stood in her path. Scary... With one worried glance at Anastasia and her prisoner jumpsuit, Clover would pause, considering asking what the girl was in for and what she was like. Maybe that could give her a hint as to what her powers were like? On the other hand, maybe her powers could warn Clover just what she was dealing with. Perception was an important skill to survival and whilst she would have loved to get along and help both of these women, the fact was they were being attacked and the chance of something going poorly was still there because of things like rotten personalities. They were all sinful, Clover included, as the very fact she was having this internal debate was horrid yet outside of a scared look which could be passed off as fear towards the waves of enemies, Clover would not voice or present her concerns in any way. "We should be fine, unless anything previously made its way up here, they will have to go up those stairs or all the way around the mall to get to us." Clover would finally snap out of her headspace and speak up to Anastasia, attempting to sound comforting in a situation where she was clearly the most worried. The genius idea to check the stained glass enemy map once more would also come to mind and shortly after, a familiar scene emerged as the girl scanned the area before dismissing the circular disc. Then, dropping the chair she had picked up to use for the barricade with a THUD , Clover's body would twist away from the barricade, her arms moving out in front of herself defensively though far too late stop the hit that would knock her onto her back. "Guh?!" Pain surged through her, somehow number than she expected yet nevertheless a sign that damage had been dealt. With a hit to her stomach from a mannequin, the 'nun' found herself stumbling and falling back whilst what seemed to be a pair of store jeans attached themselves to her face in an attempt to cut off her vision and supply of oxygen. Something has snuck behind them after all and now Clover was desperately clawing at the clothes, rolling around on the floor whilst trying to rip the face hugger off her face. The mannequin, in turn, would avert its attention towards Anastasia. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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She/Her
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Oracle
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Aug 18, 2022 18:06:57 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 18, 2022 18:06:57 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS The devil would say to the priestess, to which the girl would respond with a firm and quick nod. Who wasn't scared of a moving piece of plastic steadily headed your way?! In fact, Clover would tightly grip her palms together, balling them up into fists not because she was ready to fight and swing but because she was just feeling that tense. Could anyone blame her though? If anything, it said a lot more about the other two women that they didn't seem too fussed about the situation. Well, one woman for certain, go figure that it was the same one with an appearance of a demon. The other scar faced individual seemed a little more hesitant with her confidence yet was still willing to fight the hoard. Okay Clover, you got this... Squeezing her eyes and lightly slapping her face from both sides, the blonde haired girl would take a series of deep breaths aimed at controlling her emotions. In doing so, she missed the weird ball that was hurled towards the horde yet would also manage not to panic and blank out as Anastasia asked her for help. "Right uhm... Okay yeah, you see the blue shiny screen thing? Press on the inventory word and then you will have a list of numbers and abilities. I just read what mine did and thought about using them until it worked." Clover would finally responding before turning around to look around around the mall, her hands closely clasped together into a prayer whilst her body began to tremble gently. Think Clover think, what should you do? She was no fighter, in fact she was a coward and it seemed like her abilities were not too offensively based. There was something about being able to hurl glass but would that even help again plastic monsters? "Let's head up the escalator and start blocking off the way up, that way we won't get surrounded and overwhelmed alright?" With a place finally picked out, the girl in nun like clothing would start to hurry up the unmoving stairs, her first instinct to run to a bench and very slowly start moving it towards the stairs to block them off. It took some effort and a a lot of sliding across the floor one bench would eventually find itself on the staircase and shortly after that, Clover was running to start dragging another. [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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Aug 18, 2022 16:09:54 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 18, 2022 16:09:54 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Briefly distracted from the bickering of the two, Clover's attention was brought to the horned girl after being shouted at, the action of which sent a jitter down the blonde girl's spine and made her stand at attention, freezing up like a deer in the headlights whilst her eyes jumped from the stained glass patterns to the horns on the girl's head. "Guh?!" She would explain, both at the surprise of being snapped out of her own internal world of thought and at the visage of a horned woman calling herself the devil. Just like Anastasia, Clover initially thought that the horns were a simple costume worn by a mall cosplayer that decided they were bored with everyday normal appearances. Just like Anastasia, Clover too felt the urge to reach out and touch the horns once the statement of their validity was made yet the religious girl wouldn't dare to touch a stranger so freely. The death row convict, however, had entirely different plans when she not only reached forward but also yanked at the horns in question. What was going on? A swift retort in the form of a kick would occur and just like that, the three women sitting in a mall full of approaching monsters were all caught in a spiral of emotions, the nun in confusion, the duo in frustration and anger towards each other. Clover, being the kind of person she was, would raise her hands up into the air, biting down on her lower lip in anxiety whilst trying to calm the situation down. She was already stressed out as is with the red minimap dots approaching the trio steadily and yet somehow they decided to ignore that. "Um- Can we please calm down, I think getting along is vital in a situation such as this..." Her voice would trail off once more as the sight of something moving in the southern row of shops finally came into view. Whilst the other two were too busy fighting each other, Clover would notice what appeared to be shop mannequins moving towards them, something straight out of toy story only the intent to hurt the humans was crystal clear from their beelined movements. Willing the glass sight to disappear, Clover's nervousness seemed to increase as she started to bounce from foot to foot, her eyes darting between where the stained glass once was, to the two girl's and finally to the approaching wave. "Hey- Hey! You two, we need to run right now!" [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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She/Her
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Pansexual
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Oracle
UNSORTED
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Aug 18, 2022 14:26:52 GMT
Post by Clover on Aug 18, 2022 14:26:52 GMT
Clover Bancroft I AM A WITNESS TO ALL OUR SINS Talking about contrast. At least until the arrival of Ella, the only figures that stood in the mall happened to oppose each other in every sense of the word, with the bright orange prisoner jumpsuit being quite a lot different to the simple nun like clothing that Clover was wearing. Besides the head dress, Clover could have practically passed off as a religious figure, with a small cross around her neck and a school bag full of basic things like books, pencils, pens and a pocket bible. Therefore, whatever initial reaction the girl had about seeing someone else, the golden hue of her eyes was now instead focused on the state of the person before her, the serial number of the jumpsuit as well as their actions. Is that why she was here? Was the Lord telling her to deal with someone that had escaped prison in an appropriate manner? "Ohhh yes, I too saw the blue screen. Worry not, I believe that means you were given a second chance for any prior wrongdoings. In fact, I was offered something simil-" Noticing that Anastasia had already walked off towards a mirror, Clover would cut off the remaining part of her sentence, instead opting to follow the movements of the woman with her head, a small circular 'O' shape forming from her lips as she tried to decipher the situation. Truth be told the situation was a little nerve wracking clear by the lightning surging through her nerves, the hair on the back of her head standing at attention to the drill instructor known as anxiety. Yet, Clover would try her best not to show such things, instead smiling and once more approaching in a friendly manner. The lord could forgive all, just as Jesus forgave sinners. Therefore, only the lord could actually judge people and Clover here just had to make sure to guide them on the right path. "I'm Clover, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss. Please know that whatever you're feeling right now, you don't have to feel alarmed. I have no intention of calling the Police or any authorities as a matter of fact and can even offer you a place to stay at the Monastery if you wish. I believe that some time in a quiet holy place can really do wonders for the mind and if you ever just wish to share your problems with me or someone else, you are more than welcome to do so." Yes, Clover was certain that her task here to make sure the escaped convict was treated like a human and an equal so they could finally come to terms with anything they might have done in the past and thus become a better member of society as a result of it. What she didn't seem to figure out at first as she blabbered on, however, was that the notification speaking of survival had already explained her purpose in this place. Likewise, it was only after she finished her response that the blonde girl's pupils jumped back to the blue screen in front of her face. Inventory? Class... Stats, Passive, Core, Glass Sight? "What is... This?" A soft mutter could be heard from under her breath, with Clover's attention having turned away from the black haired girl around her age and towards the status window. Shortly after, stained glass patterns would begin to emerge in the air in front of Clover, hovering in a 3ft wide circular shape as they formed art similar to that depicted in Church windows. It was beautiful, for certain, but the art and manifestation itself was not what made the blonde girl freeze. Rather, it was the information that came with it that made her grow paler, cold sweat and jittering of nerves. She wasn't entirely sure where it came from. Enemies? Monsters? No, she knew intrinsically because of her ability but what was that about? And so just like that, Clover's head would turn to stare down the southern row of shops, empty for now yet fear was present in her eyes. "I... I believe there are around 10 others people here. Creatures rather and they all seem to be coming from down there." [attr="class","lyrics"]WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING? [attr="class","notes"]NOTES -- @tagged [newclass=.lyrics]font:9px calibri;color:#aa88bb;text-align:center;margin-bottom:-20px;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.notes]font:9px calibri;color:#4d4b4a;height:0px;text-align:center;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyrics:hover .notes]height:15px;-webkit-transition: all 1s ease; -moz-transition: all 1s ease; -o-transition: all 1s ease;[/newclass] |
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