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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2018 10:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 6:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 7:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 7:02 pm
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xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵
A cyborg with no exact recollection of her past? That was something Hikaru had never hear of, at least through a personal encounter aside from looking through fictional material. Information to restore memories could indeed be misleading, and not all people who were recovering from memory loss could distinguish whether things were true or just made up. "I... see," that was her only commentary, unsure of what else to say. But that one aside, she had to introduce herself to Azumi before it would be too late. "Oh, and my name's Hikaru Matsumoto. Sorry for the late introduction." With that, she went on to the next mosaic art which was now about a farm with animals, something rustic yet soulful compared to the previous two.
Not to mention that there was someone doing the job of harvesting milk from a cow included there. That was one reason why milk was available, more so when it was the ingredients for almost every dish. Plus, there were other dairy items like cheese, yogurt and so on.
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Essence de SoleilStatus: dating Anthony IceMood: awkwardCompany: everyone inside the place (talking to Azumi)Money: $38.00 (Wallet) ; $1900.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 8:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 5:22 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 9:38 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 9:03 pm
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xxxx＊ ♔ Hikaru Matsumoto ♔ ＊xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Death Reaperxxxx
”Where will your afterlife be? Elysium or Tartarus? Let your present actions be the judge.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Traditional Artist / Novelist / Beluga Waitress
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵
It wasn't long before it was time for the interview to begin, with the star of the show appearing and there were questions given to the person through the reporters assigned to cover the event. It was Hikaru's cue to go; she wasn't intending on staying that long anyway. "Anyway, do you wanna buy a snack with me? I'm in the mood for something sweet," she changed the subject; she may have eaten lunch earlier an hour before she arrived at the museum, but her craving for something sweet was kicking in. Plus, she didn't want to be impeded by the fans who were eager to get an autograph for the first ever art book published with the icon's permission. Besides, Hikaru would just check out the portfolio online if she wanted to.
"But I'm up for anything else in case sweets are not your thing," she added as she was on the way to leaving the place, allowing Azumi to follow her if she would like to. Knowing that the cyborg wanted to discover more about her past was perplexing for the fallen angel, but having someone to accompany her would be acceptable, at least for today.
-- Exit --
⊴ ׺°”˜`”°º×_ _ _׺°”˜`”°º× ⊵ Location: Essence de SoleilStatus: dating Anthony IceMood: mostly goodCompany: everyone inside the place (talking to Azumi)Money: $38.00 (Wallet) ; $1900.00 (Bank)OOC: Brain dead atm. Sorry for the late reply. |
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 9:39 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 10:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 10:23 pm
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"It is better to be feared than loved."
Daobridaulyl Ω "Brida" Ω Obrem
Brida walked about the art section of the museum, gazing intently at many of the pieces. Unlike most of the patrons, she hadn't even seen pictures of the Mona Lisa until a few years ago, and even the most well-known pieces were foreign and exotic and new to her. That said, she hadn't dared come until early morning. Even in this city which catered to diverse clientele, she was stared at practically everywhere she went. Some people knew what she was and kept far away lest she attack them. Others had no clue, but they stayed away from something that looked so decidedly inhuman. She had even donned clothes more commonly worn by the humans, though probably a little more business-like than most people wore, yet that may have made things even worse. Maybe it made her look like even more of a mockery: a mutant monster failing so hard at being human. Her tentacles dangled limply, even they were too depressed to make the occasional twitch that they normally did. Part of her just wanted to go back home and become a regular old mind flayer, but she knew that was impossible. She had been awoken to the beauty that could be found in the human world, and she could never go back to her old life before this discovery. So she was left to just observe human culture from the outside, marveling at their arts while never being permitted an insight into their psychology.
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare."
Funds: $800
Relationship: Hopelessly Single
Mood: Despondent
Ooc: Carp, thought I submitted this days ago.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 5:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 9:33 pm
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"It is better to be feared than loved."
Daobridaulyl Ω "Brida" Ω Obrem
Brida hadn't paid much attention when the man walked in, but as soon as his thoughts turned to her, he looked him square in the eye. "Supposedly this place does cater to the weird, though I have yet to see much proof of it myself. And I would prefer if you used feminine pronouns in regards to me. I am very much female. Though thank you for not saying 'it', that would have been quite demeaning. She walked a little closer to him, now that she had his attention. He seemed positively perturbed by her visage, though as far as she could tell, he had no reason to know exactly what she was. She gave an audible sigh and regarded him cooly. "The name is Brida Obrem. No, I am not a mutant or anything like that. I look normal for my kind, and we are not particularly rare, just not very common in this area. And yes, my kind inherently have some psionic capabilities, of them, the ability to read surface thoughts is the most commonly used one. Mainly because it takes constant effort of will to turn it off. Anything else you would like answered?" She felt a little bad for being so curt with him, there was no way for him to know that she could hear his thoughts, so he probably thought they were inoffensive. But so many people had stared and screamed and thought such horrible things about her. It was truly disheartening. "I'm sorry. I just...I get a little tired of people staring and declaring me a freak. In a way I am, but not how people think. I'm a remarkably kind and civil specimen of my kind. I wish that was what people saw. Anyway, I am probably rambling. I shall leave you to your work, as I imagine my presence disturbs you." She turned to leave, but she did not hasten her steps. Perhaps she was hoping the man would apologize, or at least state that her presence didn't bother him, but that was truly too much to expect.
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare."
Funds: $800
Relationship: Hopelessly Single
Mood: Insulted/Despondent
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