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36 posts. Alias of Wildfire Witch.


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Female Human
Robin O'Meara wrote:
Florence Levitt wrote:
Robin O'Meara wrote:
Robin's eyes widen. "Wow. That sounds... terrifying, to be quite frank."
"It could be." she nods. "add that to the fact they can explode anytime, and you've got a place people certianly are less likely to want to live around."
"Explode?!" Robin shakes her head. "I certainly am glad that I never lived near one of those things."

Reposting since it’s been two weeks.


Female Human

Yeesh. You mind internet hugs?


Female Human
Florence Levitt wrote:
Robin O'Meara wrote:
Robin's eyes widen. "Wow. That sounds... terrifying, to be quite frank."
"It could be." she nods. "add that to the fact they can explode anytime, and you've got a place people certianly are less likely to want to live around."

"Explode?!" Robin shakes her head. "I certainly am glad that I never lived near one of those things."


Female Human

Robin's eyes widen. "Wow. That sounds... terrifying, to be quite frank."


Female Human
Florence Levitt wrote:
Robin O'Meara wrote:
"Oh. Any, um, interesting stories? Believe it or not, being captured by a cult is surprisingly mundane, at least for the most part. I never really got a chance to see the world before arriving here."
"Well... Ooh, there was that one time I visited a volcano, and that other where I wrestled a bear, or that time where I went up a mountain so high I could look down on the clouds."

Robin tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. "...what's a volcano?"


Female Human

"Oh. Any, um, interesting stories? Believe it or not, being captured by a cult is surprisingly mundane, at least for the most part. I never really got a chance to see the world before arriving here."


Female Human

Robin continues to meander through the simulation, gawking at the wonderful sights and sounds of the sun. She fumbles for a conversation topic, starting a sentence, then stopping, then muttering "nevermind," before finally settling on, "Sorry if this is personal, but why'd you come to Avalon?"


Female Human

Robin is still waiting on Florence.


Female Human
Florence Levitt wrote:
narrator wrote:
** spoiler omitted **
"This place seems wonderfully complex. A pity it's gone, isn't it?"

"Wow..." Robin whispers, eyes full of wonder. "It seems almost real." She brushes a hand against a wall. "How is stuff like this even possible? I mean, I know, magic, but this doesn't seem like magic..."

Can the SIM room be mentally commanded, or does it require verbal instruction?


Female Human

Robins begins wandering down the central hallway, gawking at the wondrous sights.


Female Human

"Wow..." Robin whispers under her breath, although she looks slightly paler than usual at the view of the ground. She looks left, then right, then at the avenue, and clears her throat. "Well, it looks like we're here, although not actually here, so, um... might as well take a look around?"

Sorry for not posting earlier, my Campaigns tab broke.


Female Human

Robin facepalms. "Um, inside. The inside of it. That's a thing, right? The firebirds came from somewhere."


Female Human

"Oh. Well, um... I've always wondered what the sun looks like. Looked like? You know. Ever since the firebirds came down."


Female Human

Robin furrows her brow. "I've... Hm. I've always wondered what Agartha is going to look like in a few years. In my home village, we went from crossbows being the height of technology to steam power in the space of five years, and, well... what's that going to mean for the rest of the planet?"


Female Human

"Um..." Robin's mind completely blanks. "I... um... well, what is there to do in here?"


Female Human

Robin awkwardly waves back, then, sparing a tentative look at the door, walks in herself.


Female Human

Robin's eyes widen upon seeing Florence's rapid transit, then sighs and follows after her, going down rarely trod hallways and passing by the cafeteria no less than three times before she arrives at the SIM rooms.


Female Human

"Yeah. Sure.

Question: does Florence have any way to see the astral plane or spirit world?


Female Human

"Yeah. The weird glowy arrow things that always take me on a route past the cafeteria, right?"


Female Human

"Oh, right! The SIM rooms! I think I read about those on the guidebook. Might have. They also could've been talking about the magic classrooms. It was unclear. I'm not exactly acclimated to this kind of magic and technology, so most of it was gibberish to me until the words rearranged in front of my eyes which was rather freaky so I slammed it shut when that happened. Anyways, could you show me how those work?"


Female Human

Robin stares awkwardly at Flourence for a moment. "So, um. What is there, to, well, do around here? Other than commiserate about horrible curses because apparently that's quite a common thing in Avalon oh dear I'm being insensitive aren't I nevermind. So what is there to do?"


Female Human

Robin attempts to get up, stumbles, but eventually pushes herself back to her feet. "Woof, that one was a doozy!" she says, apparently completely unconcerned. "Those weird dizzy-sick-feeling-like-I'm-about-to-throw-up fits have been happening a few days since, well, y'know, I got kinda possessed but not really? Anyways, don't worry about it. It's normal."


Female Human

"That's, that's, that's, um, nice!" Robin says politely, completely befuddled, before tripping and falling away from her roommate, falling flat on the hardwood floor of her side. "I'm okay! Just... give me a minute."


Female Human

"Nice to meet you, Flourence." Robin is apparently completely oblivious to the appearance of the tails. "So, um, sorry if this is rude or something, but why is your half, um... a, well... swamp?"


Female Human

"Um, it's supposed to help me readjust to society? I think? Being kidnapped by a bunch of crazy cultists for most of my early teenage years may have left psychological damage and I'm not making this sound better am I." Robin shakes her head and sighs. "I, I don't know either. I mean, again, I'm pretty safe as long as I'm paying attention and people stay a few feet away from me. I'm pretty nice, or at least I like to think, if you just ignore the endless rambling and I'll stop talking and let you go back to sleep now." Robin hangs her head, blushing in embarrassment.


Female Human

Robin chuckles awkwardly. "Hi. I'm Robin. Your new roommate. And could you do me a favor and chain me to my bed at night? Eh, sorry, shouldn't have led with that and oh god things are awkward I swear I have a valid explanation." She takes a deep breath. "Eheheheh. Anyways, seriously, I have this, well, I guess the easiest term for it would be demon that's stuck to my soul that's getting desperate for me to succumb to sin or some junk and is trying to make me stuff my face at every opportunity. Oh, and um, please. Five feet away at all times. And never, under any circumstances, touch me. It may sound silly, but this thing is super scary when it gets its hooks into other people. Oh, and, um, it's apparently deeply entrenched in my subconscious because the school made a pantry and kitchen for me and crap sorry for dropping all of this on you at once it's just I think it's essential information sorry I'll stop talking now."


Female Human

Robin double takes as soon as she shuts the door, and slowly reopens it and turns to face the half of the room that had somehow failed to escape her notice during the fifteen minutes with which she had grappled with the spiteful demon residing in her soul - and in the pit of her stomach. Tentatively, she crosses over into the swampy area, and leans down, clearing her throat. "Um, hey. Sorry, were you sleeping? It's hard for me to tell since I've never seen people sleep while sitting up before so sorry if I woke you up from your nap."


Female Human

Robin shrugs. "The whole sentience question is a fine line, honestly. If I could describe it, um... the part of my soul that makes sure I don't glut myself and end up a waddling blob ended up being completely broken away and corrupted, so I already have a difficult time with self control while I have this being who used to be part of me and knows what buttons to push egging me on in that regard."

"Thanks. I'm... glad to know that there are other people kind of like me, if not exactly. And the illusory marker thing should be fine. Thanks for the help, Doctor." After the marker has been applied, Robin aimlessly wanders through the school, trying to get a sense of her environs. Her feet end up taking her by the cafeteria numerous times, but despite the gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach, she passes by, albeit with some difficulty.

When Robin reaches her room, she finds her half fairly basic: bed, wardrobe, wooden desk, spinny chair, bathroom, and what she assumes is a small kitchen with an odd, rectangular white block that constantly whirs. Shrugging, she opens the cupboards to clear them out of food, but to her chagrin, the items replace themselves when she's not looking. Sighing in defeat, she throws the fridge door open, and barely mutes her scream of frustration when she finds it is also full of food. Both her throat and her stomach growling, she paged through the handbook to find a way to get rid of the kitchen, and when simply willing it away doesn't work she throws up her hands and leaves, muttering under her breath.

Robin's open to interact with pretty much anybody. Anybody want to be her roomie?


Female Human

Robins blinks. "Um... could you explain the difference?"

A key part of Robin's character is that she has not been exposed to anything remotely supernatural, technological, or weird until very, very recently. Closest's she's come is the tutor her parents had for her, which had some minor magical tools to aid him in his teachings.

  • "Heheheh. Nope. I'm fairly certain it was part of the plan that those crazies had for me, but I managed to get out before all of that went down."
  • "Oh, yeah, it is definitely intelligent. And annoying. Basically all she does is try to spin some crap about why I should give in to her."
  • "...what's that?" After an explanation. "No. Unless it was during one of my blackouts when I was running the 'Trials,' and I'm fairly certain that the cultists don't, um... well, let's just say that traintracks are still being built over there."
  • "...are those spells? Like, food spells? No. Well... maybe? I don't really know how much magick-y stuff that this thing has going on other than being made of a corrupted bit of my soul - at least that's what Da-I mean, the cultist leader said - and messing with reality and driving people to... okay, put that done as a definite maybe."
  • "I wish. Then I'd have a decent chance of booting this thing out of me."

Yeah, this is the Big Problem, most definitely. It can probably be suppressed to affecting other people only on contact after somebody with expertise looks into it and does some research, but until then she'll be kinda stuck with it.


Female Human

"Yeah," she mutters. "So, what do you need? To fix me? And, ah, failing that, prevent any embarrassing incidents from occurring? Oh, crap, you don't even know what's wrong with me. Well, um. Hi! Robin O'meara here - oh, no, why did I even make that joke, he already knows who I am wait I am saying this out loud aren't I - pay no mind to that. Anyways, I was kinda, well, not kinda, I was abducted by a bunch of sin cultists who managed to keep the whole crazy thing on the downlow for a few years. Short of it is that I found out and they sort of forcefully inducted me into that craziness, and in order to, y'know, not die, I had to choose a sin that they'd splinter off a section of my soul off of and give it intelligence and magical power and a whole bunch of annoying junk. I had to make a few quick calculations as to which one would affect other people the least, and, well, wrath is an obvious problem, and lust, envy, pride, and greed would put just a little bit of a strain on my interpersonal relationships," she pauses her to take a breath, "and I wanted to be able to get out of bed in the morning, so that left one option. I managed to escape before they could brainwash me, but after a few nights in the forest recovering from days upon days of intense trauma, like you do, I went into town, and well, noticed a few effects. On everyone. That I came near. To summarize..." she begins ticking off the effects on her fingers, "the weird spirit thing induces supernatural ravenous hunger, turns food into more delicious, appealing versions of themselves whenever it - I - get close, makes it so that people can't really be satisfied by any amount of food and unless they have freakish self control will just sit there and gorge themselves all day, and if it manages to dig in enough, it tweaks the way people digest stuff so that it's really... efficient, I guess? You can imagine where this leads. This all applies to me, too, and it's, um, far more intense. It gets satisfied after it has smashed somebody's self image into utter pieces by blowing them up like... like... what's the word for those weird things the tinkers like showing off? Anyways, I think that's only because I've been keeping a tight rein on it. By eating a handful berries every few days in a forest super far away from any civilization. If the gargoyle didn't pick me up - can you send them a thanks, actually, for saving me? - I'd probably a starved corpse slowly infecting the land with my curse in a few weeks. Heh." There's a brief pause. "That wasn't very funny, was it?"


Female Human

"Okay. Thanks. For dealing with me. I know I can be difficult and kinda hard to understand and rambly so... um... yeah. I'm going to leave. Thanks. Again," Robin says, wringing her hands and offering a small smile before she scampers out of the room. "Wait. Arrows?" As if on cue, a bright holographic yellow arrow appears before the teen. She yelps, then gulps and shakes her head. Wasn't weirder than anything else in this place. With only a bit of trepidation, she follows the arrows to the door the infirmary set up for her - wait, the building was mutable? How far did that go? What kinda weird space stuff did they have going on here? Could she walk into someplace, stay for a minute, then walk out to somewhere completely different? - and walks through.


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Female Human

"Oh, yeah. Of course." She scampers towards the clipboard and pen, always maintaining a careful distance from the rather patient admissions officer, then swiftly backs away and begins scribbling on it in barely legible handwriting. Her eyes widen when she sees some of the course choices, but she continues on. At one point, she frowns and violently scribbles out something.

Paperwork!:

Full Name: Robin O'Meara
Species: Human (I think? For now. Probably.)
Age: 15
Gender Identity and Preferred Pronouns: Female, she/her
Emergency Contacts: NO

Courses - Uh, trying to give myself a normal curriculum here. No special talents, will contact you if I need to make changes.

History of Agartha
Mathematics - The g was a typo, right?
Engineering
Cooking - NO NO NO
Basic Mechanics
Meditation
Psychology

"I made a few notes," she says as she deposits the clipboard on the desk, quickly retreating once more. "So... what now? You said something about an infirmary?"


Female Human

Robin nods. "Alright. Is there any way you could fill them out for me? Because, ah... well, unless you're really, really lucky or have a mind of solid steel, I don't want to expose you to the curse because me signing those myself would mean I would have to get close to you to get them and I don't want to put you in range and... well, you get my point," she rambles.


Female Human

"Hey," Robin says, hovering a few feet away from the desk. "I'm here to enroll. Apparently." She gulps. "So, the gargoyle told me that you guys can make special provisions for people with... unique... situations. Like mine. Since, well, I'm cursed. Cursed in a way where it's better for everyone's health and self image if they stay at least five feet away from me at all times." Robin rubs her left arm and looks away, rather sheepish. "It's not lethal, really, it's more embarrassing for everyone involved. So you don't need to worry about that, at least."


Female Human

"Thanks," she says, taking a deep breath before tentatively opening the office door.


Female Human

"It's not really that," the skeletally thin girl says, her voice rusty and quiet with disuse. She awkwardly maneuvers away from the crowd, always trying to keep a few feet's distance from everyone except the gargoyle. She absentmindedly twiddles with her ginger braid. "Been a while since I was around so many people." A student comes dangerously close to Robin, and she staggers out of the way, nearly colliding with the gargoyle. "Puts me on edge a little bit. It's hard to stay careful." She shakes her head. "Alright, yeah. That's a good idea. Let's get going then, I guess."