Oh, And Who Knows What You'll Find [Active, Open]
Characters: Madotsuki and whoever makes a poor decision
Content: Madotsuki has found her first egg. It makes people bleed.
Location: Intro'd in a Pottery Barn, but interaction can happen anywhere in Manhattan.
Time: Midday
Warnings: By posting to this, you are volunteering your character for a very very very high likelihood of getting stabbed by Madotsuki, likely with no reason, rhyme, or warning from her.
She never knew where she was, but she wasn't lost. To be lost implied that you wanted to be somewhere else. She had no real opinion on the matter. It wasn't that she wanted to be here, but she didn't not want to be there. She didn't want to be anywhere else, either. She was just where she was, and there was really nothing more to say on the topic. And since there was no real interest in staying still certainly not after all that annoying stuff recently, she kept moving.
Sometimes she was hungry, so she ate. Sometimes she was tired, so she slept. She didn't pay much attention to what or where. She just did what she needed, and then kept moving. Sometimes people saw her, tried to speak to her, tried to stop her. She didn't pay much attention to who or how or why. She wouldn't let them, not anymore, and she kept moving.
Sometimes monsters came. The Toriningen were slacking, leaving it to long-nosed friends. If pinching didn't work, if she was already stuck in only one realm, then where would their touch send her? She didn't know she knew perfectly well so she kept moving at a bit of a run.
There had never been much in the way of landmarks in her place, just places to wander and look, but usually there was at least something to look at. This was just gray boxes. No quirky noises or something that did something when you pressed something. Really pretty lame. She was disappointed in herself. Oh well. She was still exploring, here. And that was where she was now. Where? Exactly.
Through a door (that didn't seem to go anywhere interesting) to dark, to cool, but not as cool as outside. Chairs and tables and dusty rugs. Kind of empty, taken, but still a lot there. She walked through the aisles, taking it in. Nothing to look at. No surprise. Dull. Sofas and pillows, maybe for later. Mirrors and cabinets, for seeing or for not seeing.
And a kitchen. Fully furnished. Dusty but there. Empty, unplugged fridge, elaborate toaster, drawers that were once spick-and-span and now dangled out in dusty gaping. Broken dishes spilled onto the floor. She stepped over them towards the main attraction. A wooden block. Wooden block with handles poking out, varying length and design but all the same thing, in the end.
The handle in her palm. Firm, hard leather over the metal core, the core that extended out from that cover to become the blade. That which wounded, it was even hiding under that which protected her. It was a familiar feeling, strong, steady. In her hands, the little sliver of control. She controlled it all anyway but this confirmed it, that was an important factor. Now no one could forget who she was.
Madotsuki found a knife.
Content: Madotsuki has found her first egg. It makes people bleed.
Location: Intro'd in a Pottery Barn, but interaction can happen anywhere in Manhattan.
Time: Midday
Warnings: By posting to this, you are volunteering your character for a very very very high likelihood of getting stabbed by Madotsuki, likely with no reason, rhyme, or warning from her.
She never knew where she was, but she wasn't lost. To be lost implied that you wanted to be somewhere else. She had no real opinion on the matter. It wasn't that she wanted to be here, but she didn't not want to be there. She didn't want to be anywhere else, either. She was just where she was, and there was really nothing more to say on the topic. And since there was no real interest in staying still certainly not after all that annoying stuff recently, she kept moving.
Sometimes she was hungry, so she ate. Sometimes she was tired, so she slept. She didn't pay much attention to what or where. She just did what she needed, and then kept moving. Sometimes people saw her, tried to speak to her, tried to stop her. She didn't pay much attention to who or how or why. She wouldn't let them, not anymore, and she kept moving.
Sometimes monsters came. The Toriningen were slacking, leaving it to long-nosed friends. If pinching didn't work, if she was already stuck in only one realm, then where would their touch send her? She didn't know she knew perfectly well so she kept moving at a bit of a run.
There had never been much in the way of landmarks in her place, just places to wander and look, but usually there was at least something to look at. This was just gray boxes. No quirky noises or something that did something when you pressed something. Really pretty lame. She was disappointed in herself. Oh well. She was still exploring, here. And that was where she was now. Where? Exactly.
Through a door (that didn't seem to go anywhere interesting) to dark, to cool, but not as cool as outside. Chairs and tables and dusty rugs. Kind of empty, taken, but still a lot there. She walked through the aisles, taking it in. Nothing to look at. No surprise. Dull. Sofas and pillows, maybe for later. Mirrors and cabinets, for seeing or for not seeing.
And a kitchen. Fully furnished. Dusty but there. Empty, unplugged fridge, elaborate toaster, drawers that were once spick-and-span and now dangled out in dusty gaping. Broken dishes spilled onto the floor. She stepped over them towards the main attraction. A wooden block. Wooden block with handles poking out, varying length and design but all the same thing, in the end.
The handle in her palm. Firm, hard leather over the metal core, the core that extended out from that cover to become the blade. That which wounded, it was even hiding under that which protected her. It was a familiar feeling, strong, steady. In her hands, the little sliver of control. She controlled it all anyway but this confirmed it, that was an important factor. Now no one could forget who she was.
Madotsuki found a knife.