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Catrina looks out at the approaching Ramotiths, and starts speaking to their bones, hoping to slow them down.
Waiting a few seconds for Catrina to answer his question regarding Cable, he adds, "How close does someone have to get to you for the spirits to be able to hold them in place like you did with the zoanoids yesterday?" "Close enough for their bones to hear me," Catrina replies. "Sorry if I don't have a tape measure." Alighting on the ground, she smirks. "But they won't get past us, anyway. Keep the tube clear for us, and I'll stop the monsters, [i]guapo[/]." She winks and blows Parker a kiss before turning back to see who approaches.
Not at all! Besides, we're all kids, what do you mean we have to superhero adult already?
"Get out, that's what she's saying!" Catrina replies. "We should go!"
Thinking about Parker's missions about the truck, Catrina adds, "I've got to ask my Nana if she's got a better way to pass through things... She does that all the time, after all."
I'm here!
Catrina nods nervously in agreement to Parker's plan.
Catrina lets herself get snatched up by Parker with a small gasp, yet visibly relaxes in his arms. I could get used to this, she thinks. A thought about her great-grandmother enters a moment later and she thinks, but perhaps I shouldn't...
The look of fear spreads from Parker to Catrina as they realize their error. "I'm not used to being on camera," she whispers to Parker. "But I'll do this for now." Catrina holds onto Parker tightly. Red satin cascades downwards from within the fog cloud. Parker can feel her almost tighten beneath his hands, as if she became perhaps a bit more slender, a bit more bony. Her hair knits up into a chiffon, held in place by roses and marigolds. Her face changes, recolors, eye shadow blackening, face blanching, until it is painted like an elegant skull. She looks nervously at Parker. "It's still me. You've seen this before. Nothing should be a surprise." I've never done this before this close to someone. don'tfeelweirddon'tfeelweirddon'tfeelweird
Hey, I know that both of you are feeling upset about how things were either known or not known and acted upon, but I don't think any real damage has happened in game, and we can look past it. I get that you didn't actually say you're a prince so we shouldn't use that information, Uthor. And I also get that there's a lot of drama around being specific about what is or isn't said in a medium that necessarily truncates a lot of information, Evindyl. It's not out of the realm of possibility to assume certain unspoken but mentioned items would be actually spoken. So, you've both got valid concerns and did step on each other's soft spots, but no in game damage was done and I'm hoping we can look past what happened this one time and be good with ensuring such things don't happen again. No one should have to feel like they need to leave. (I've regularly run games with no one leaving the table and everything out in the open, so I'm fully aware of the risks of metagame knowledge changing decisions. This was a few barbed words, but I think we'll be okay, if you both have what you need.)
"I'll stay with you. We should stay together anyway; you need an earpiece." Catrina's voice trembles, but she remains steady.
Catrina keeps her focus on the spiritual world, looking to see if there are any other ghostly presences.
I'm sorry for your loss, GM_Drake. Take the time you need. EltonJ, given Thanksgiving is this week in addition, and the forum hiccup before everything, we might all need a recap on what's going on to get the momentum going again.
Oh wow, I guess the boards are back!
"Zoanoids?" Catrina calls to herself. "Parker, there's two Zoanoids with them. I see blasters on one, some hairy monster on the other one. Are... are all their souls in sideways?"
Catrina, in Parker's arms, stares outward, past the fog, past the truck, past the living world. Who's there?
Catrina raises an eyebrow. "If i get close, I can ask the spirits about the place. They might know something."
"Well..." Catrina starts, twisting a pigtail. "I speak with the dead. And bones listen to me. Death is my friend." She smiles sheepishly, opens her eyes wide, and cocks her head nervously.
"Just like a ghost..." Catrina muses as she phases through the door into the room. Hopping out of Parker's arms, Catrina looks the new student over. With deep bronze skin and black hair in twin ponytails, she's clearly Latino, Mexican, and she smiles with red lips matching her red-and-white checker dress and white Keds. "Welcome to the team, Uthor! I'm Catrina."
Catrina drapes her arms over Parker's neck. "Of course!" She tosses a triumphant, impish look over her shoulder to an apparently empty space.
"Parker! Come join us!" Catrina called, while Jessie ate. Catrina looked nothing like yesterday. No longer a down-home, denim-clad girl next door, she was in a flowy red-and-white checked dress, done up with make-up, and her hair in twin tails. "We were wondering when you'd come down. Did you sleep well?"
I'm back, will resume posting in the next day.
I'm going to be traveling for the next two weeks, so I won't be able to respond here quickly. Feel free to bot me as needed.
Yeah, right now, the active PCs are: Jessie Kamiya, lady Guyver battlesuit transformer Jaime aka Mach 3, speedster with an ironic penchant for being late Parker Song aka Greekfyre, flying blasting scion of four fire gods Catrina Ortiz aka Miss Calaveras, wielder of death magic It's a fun group, come join the class!
I'm good with things either way. Since it's a school, they can just fade into the background and other characters can arrive or not.
Are Batman and Righteous Wrath still around? They haven't posted since July.
Catrina woke up in her dorm bed. She had put her clothes away, but had not yet put anything up on the walls yet. The one thing she had managed to set out, the first thing she pulled out of her bags, in fact, was a framed old black-and-white photo of her great grandmother. ”Oh, Nana,” she said, wistfully looking at the photo, ”This place is so much more than I ever expected! Did you see the guys flying and running around and tossing fire and everything? How could I ever compete?” ”Flight? Fire? Pah, it is nothing. You have Death on your side.” Catrina heard the voice clearly. Anyone watching would have thought she was alone. And yet, she did not flinch at the sound. No, not a sound, a presence. ”Yeah, I suppose I do,” Catrina grinned. ”But it didn’t help when I had to throw anything or run fast or punch hard! Do you really think I’m cut out for this?” ”Catrina! That’s enough. They knew what you were capable of, when they invited you to the school. Leave the strength and fire to the others. You were able to drop two of those monsters without breaking a sweat. You are Muerte’s chosen. Their bones will listen to you. You will understand what that means, in time.” ”Okay, Nana. Thank you. I’ll keep showing them what I can do.” She opened her wardrobe, pulling out a red checked dress. She bit her lip as she changed out of her blue pajamas to put it on. ”Do you think Parker is going to help me to fly again?” ”Oh, no, mija, don’t start getting into boys already. You only just got here. You don’t know them. And Parker? Really? Timothy’s such a good Catholic boy. I won’t have you go chasing after bad boys, now. You have no idea how much they can mess up your life.” ”Hmm? Like get a girl pregnant as she moves to a new country, Nana? Is that the rest of the story?” Catrina looked herself over in the mirror, smirked, and put her hair up in twin ponytails. Let’s see what the boys think now. ”Among other things. That’s enough teasing, Catrina. You need to go get breakfast and don’t you dare be late to class!” ”Yes, Nana,” Catrina replied, as she matched her lipstick to her dress. A beauty queen has to have a few tricks up her sleeve, after all. She’d pick up a slice of toast and an orange juice before class. See how much of a lip print she could leave behind on a glass. A pair of Keds to finish the look, and off she sauntered. Her great-grandmother was always such a handful.
I'll finally be able to get my post out tonight. In the meantime, feel free to look at this art of Catrina Ortiz, aka Miss Calaveras, from Storn Cook!
I'll get my post out. It's been a mad week. Extra work, and at home, the neighbor is getting their roof replaced, so it's lots of hammering all day long.
I'm all for skipping to the next day.
Catrina purses her lips. "Well, they better have some respect for death," she quips in response to Jessie. "Speaking of which... where did that dead one get off to?" She looks around, sort of past everyone.
Catrina squeals and bounces at the news. "Thank you, Mr. Batman sir, thank you, Mr. Cable!" Her face flushes.
Catrina looks around to her fellow students. "Wait, does this mean we've been put on our own team? For real?" Her eyes are wide, mouth agape at the implications.
Catrina makes a concerned face. "Boom tubes?" She cocks her head and adds, "Do they just fire you to wherever? With a big boom?"
"16 now... Soooo... 15 years" she laughs again Catrina gasps audibly at the revelation. "Wow, no wonder... um, never mind." Catrina nervously looks around as her team is told to head for the special gym. Surely this had to be about it being the first day and all, right? Parker then thinks about the most enjoyable thing during gym class so far, which was seeing the pure joy on Catrina's face. "Catrina, if you ever want to go flying again, let me know." She giggles. "I'll let you know, thanks!" Getting serious again, she adds, "Are you so sure this is about competitions?"
And what's left is the Boom Tubes.
Catrina joins her classmates for the next class, distracted as she looks around for any recently departed zoanoids.
I think the reason there was a week between this post and the next one is that this does not answer the question. The question, "Did the zoanoids leave their dead?" is not answered by "Cable told them to return." So did the zoanoids leave their dead or not? (And does it really matter for me contacting spirits?) No problem with moving forward from here, whatever the situation is, but I figured this might be why the momentum stopped for a bit. I'll answer faster to keep things going, and I'm really enjoying the game so far and want it to keep going!
Catrina shrugs in response to Wayne's question. "Of course. Some just follow me around." Her eyes flit off to the side as she wryly smirks. "But there's usually someone around to talk to about how things used to be." Looking around to her classmates, she adds, "Yeah, I know I couldn't show much during PE, but I don't have super strength or flying or laser beams or anything like that. But I'm close with Death." She looks down at her half-eaten enchiladas. "Maybe I should go see if I can talk to the guy, dead or alive."
Catrina covers her mouth quickly to stifle a laugh between bites of enchilada. "No! No... Sorry..." She regains her composure. She takes a breath and starts again. "I can't force anyone to leave their eternal reward. If they don't want to come, they won't. But there are ways to get messages to the dead and back, and... a lot of souls stick around here for whatever reason, at least for a while." She looks back to the empty seat across from her and back to Parker, Jessie, Timothy, and Mach3. "And, like, no one's going to die here without coming by me on the way out, you know?"
"Do those mooks say much, though? Catrina picks at her enchiladas, casting glances at an empty chair across from her. "I mean, it might be easier to ask the one you gutted," she whispers, sheepishly but matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, it still hurts, Catrina absently replies to Timothy's question to Jessie. She had already changed back into her athletic outfit by the time everyone reached the cafeteria. Even the flowers and facepaint were gone. In line, she takes two enchiladas, and shakes her head, smiling but clearly exasperated by something. "You're fine when you transform, Jessie," she replies. "I understand the fear, though. Some people get the wrong impression when they see mine." Catrina sits down with her lunch, shaking her head and chuckling slightly. She stares across the table to an empty seat for a moment before taking a bite. She looks over Mach3. "So you're in our class, too? We'll have to try that race again sometime."
Catrina watches the two boys squaring up, as tempers flare. The flowers in her hair seem to bloom even further and her face appears more gaunt as frustration mounts. "That's enough!" she bellows. Her voice rings cold, resonating in one's bones. "Timothy, no one martyrs themselves today. No one dies without getting past me!" "Parker," she calls, "Do I need to ask your ancestors what they think of all this right now? I'm sure they'd be happy to talk to you. Let you know your faith has suffered far worse than the words from some boy." Whipping around, she continues, "And speaking of that boy, what you describe is no catechism I had. Maybe if we were all apostles of Christ, sure, but that's not who we are, is it? Give us all a chance. We should definitely not make enemies of everyone who came before us. Too many people have put their faith in your abilities to have it squandered in a little argument here, today!"
Catrina walks over to Jessie. "So, uh, you want to go get our rooms set up while the boys argue?" Turning to Cable, she adds, "Are those, um, Zoanoids under control?"
"See where all this talk is leading us? I gotta keep this one down." Catrina scowls and puts her hands on her hips. "That's enough, big guy, we don't need to keep everyone worried." The air seems to be more misty just where she is, whispers carried on a breeze. "Calmate..." [ooc]More Speaking to the Bones.[/b]
Catrina sighs. "Do we really need to have a religious discussion right now? We've all only just met, it's our first day!"While Timothy was only responding to comments made to him, He pushed down his pride to behave with grace. "I didn't want to appear rude." He locks eyes Catrina and smiles. "Let us know when you become more comfortable speaking about spiritual things." Catrina turns to Timothy, her death's head makeup smiling indulgently. Indicating her outfit, she purrs, "Oh, I've got plenty I can say about spiritual things..." She whips around to face Cable and Jessie. "But right now, what are those things? Zoanoids? What's a Zoanoid? And those two, their bones are just not listening to them for a moment, they'll get back up soon, we'd better stop that however you know best. For whatever those things are."
Catrina sighs. "Do we really need to have a religious discussion right now? We've all only just met, it's our first day!" She looks over to the last monster standing. "You know this was a bad idea. Go before you end up like your friends." She gives him one chance to run before filling his bones with paralyzing dread.
A edge starts appearing in Catrina's voice as she adds, "Everyone just needs to stay calm. This is not the end for anyone." Turning to one of the beasts, she adds, "Wouldn't you agree?
Catrina turns to the leader of the MiBs. Her voice grows soft, comforting like a mother. Her skull face is somewhere between the calming pose of skin and the terrifying leer of painted bone. "It's okay, you can wait. Nothing has to happen now. Get some rest."
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