((Independent, open roleplaying blog for my OC, Avery Rook. Twenty-six, paper manipulating telekinetic, researcher of all things strange and all around eccentric. NB: I own none of the paper art posted on here. Also, more than happy to roleplay with anyone interested.))
May 31st, 2012
May 31st, 2012
Amon. *Nods, and takes the flower.* My name is Avery Rook. Um. I… Suppose your, um, attire is… for some sort of… er, ceremony?
Ceremonial and functional, yes, I suppose you could say.
I am the leader of the Equalists.
Functional? Ah. For clandestine activities, perhaps?
I… take it you and your organisation are opposed to, um, benders? What, uh, in what way is it that you disagree? If I may ask…
May 31st, 2012
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May 31st, 2012
((Just going through my dash))
((And if anyone’s having trouble with keeping up with the Arc, things to do with its end (as planned thus far [subject to change]), and anything else, I’m usually here, so yeah? Just shoot me an ask, I guess.))
May 31st, 2012
Beg
“How can you miss what’s still here? And funny, that. You’ve all seemed so gung-ho about it in the past… Especially you. You think things would change if I stopped? That people would suddenly like you? How rich.” He smiled down at her, dark eyes glowing slightly. “You will always be hated for who you are and what you do and what you believe. Why not end it now?”
She had hoped. Maybe if she saved everyone, they would realize what she did was help. Maybe.
“Not this way. We want to die each in our own way. Not like this. I want to go out fighting vampires. Many others want to die of old age. None of us want our deaths to be the death of the whole world.”
“You don’t get to choose your death. Even those who commit suicide don’t get to choose how long it takes them to bleed out, or drown, or for their heart to stop. All of you will be destroyed and devoured when They arrive. Besides, the world won’t end. Humans and the like just won’t inhabit it any more.” He was sitting now, legs dangling below him, jauntily swinging back and forth.
“But it will be the end of our world. The end of all the humans.” Enigma looked up. “Please, Avery. I am begging you. Close the book. Just for a second. Remember who you were.”
“Why? I remember perfectly well.” He shook his head in a ‘no.’
May 31st, 2012
Such a good boy. *grins**returns in nearly ten minutes with a slip of paper covered in “runes,” little more than fanciful squiggles, and the name of a shop selling makeshift amulets and protection runes on it* Found thisssssss on a guy. Or in hisssssss piecesssssss.
Oh? Now, this simply won’t do… Can’t have him peddling such cheap little protections… Why don’t you find him and get rid of him, Casimiro? Or find him and show me where he is.
*grins toothily, rumbling in pleasure as he inhales the scent of the note* Do you want me to bring him alive?
No. Just kill him. Maybe feed his corpse to one of the hungry werewolves around the place. Or leave it for the other creatures running around.
May 31st, 2012
Beg
“Really? You don’t think so?” He dropped down to stand on top of the little awning above the front door, looking at her. “You don’t know me.”
Enigma didn’t move, still staring at the ground and neck bare in a posture of surrender. “I know the man that was in that body before. I miss him. All of us miss him. And none of us want to die.”
“How can you miss what’s still here? And funny, that. You’ve all seemed so gung-ho about it in the past… Especially you. You think things would change if I stopped? That people would suddenly like you? How rich.” He smiled down at her, dark eyes glowing slightly. “You will always be hated for who you are and what you do and what you believe. Why not end it now?”
She had hoped. Maybe if she saved everyone, they would realize what she did was help. Maybe.
“Not this way. We want to die each in our own way. Not like this. I want to go out fighting vampires. Many others want to die of old age. None of us want our deaths to be the death of the whole world.”
“You don’t get to choose your death. Even those who commit suicide don’t get to choose how long it takes them to bleed out, or drown, or for their heart to stop. All of you will be destroyed and devoured when They arrive. Besides, the world won’t end. Humans and the like just won’t inhabit it any more.” He was sitting now, legs dangling below him, jauntily swinging back and forth.
May 31st, 2012
Beg
“Are you really that broken already, or did you think that’d have some sort of effect on me?” he asked, still chuckling.
“Avery, please, close the book,” she repeated. “Just for a moment. Spare us. This isn’t you.”
“Really? You don’t think so?” He dropped down to stand on top of the little awning above the front door, looking at her. “You don’t know me.”
Enigma didn’t move, still staring at the ground and neck bare in a posture of surrender. “I know the man that was in that body before. I miss him. All of us miss him. And none of us want to die.”
“How can you miss what’s still here? And funny, that. You’ve all seemed so gung-ho about it in the past… Especially you. You think things would change if I stopped? That people would suddenly like you? How rich.” He smiled down at her, dark eyes glowing slightly. “You will always be hated for who you are and what you do and what you believe. Why not end it now?”
May 31st, 2012
Beg
On instinct, Enigma glanced around, making sure the supernaturals were still at their distance. This was it.
She sunk onto one knee, then the other, and bowed her head. “Avery. Please — close the book. Let the world spin on. This isn’t you, I know it; go back to who you were. We cannot fight, and we beg you to close the book and let this madness end.”
There was silence for a few tense moments. Then, laughter shattered any illusion of seriousness in the area. “That… that was terrible. I’ve seen all-male high school renditions of Romeo and Juliet that were more passionate than that. Pathetic.”
The laughter went off like a bomb in the otherwise-quiet neighborhood. The barest of flinches flickered across Enigma’s face, then she grit her teeth and took the comment in silence. Fighting would do no good right now.
“Are you really that broken already, or did you think that’d have some sort of effect on me?” he asked, still chuckling.
“Avery, please, close the book,” she repeated. “Just for a moment. Spare us. This isn’t you.”
“Really? You don’t think so?” He dropped down to stand on top of the little awning above the front door, looking at her. “You don’t know me.”
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May 31st, 2012
((Killing and cuddling?))(( Very close.
It’s fucking Avery’s shit up and being a mama.
Which when she’s doing to to Avery’s army is really just a subset of fucking Avery’s shit up. ))
((Well Avery ain’t never feeding swans ever again.))
(( That’s fine, she’ll just steal his bread.
YET ANOTHER SUBSET OF FUCKING HIS SHIT UP ))
((After the Arc he will just start crying and curl into a ball and be all ‘yes, yes, take this piece of bread I found you can have it please just leave me alone I don’t want to hurt anyone just kill me please.’))