Ylamona
Konlulu~
I think this one should be blue (Kiana) and not brown (Tay)?
Herrscher(Worm/Honkai) | Herrscher!Taylor
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Xasure Higeki
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Note: I will respond to everyone else a bit later, I appreciate it all! Just have a logic lecture to suffer through.
Nay, In this case it was Taylor joining in on teasing Sirin, which does bite her in the ass later as Sirin throws her under the metaphorical bus with the children's questions.
Original intent was to display that well… Taylor is relaxing, feeling comfortable enough with Sirin to tease and joke around. Partly to support why she takes more of her traits later on.
Nay, In this case it was Taylor joining in on teasing Sirin, which does bite her in the ass later as Sirin throws her under the metaphorical bus with the children's questions.
Original intent was to display that well… Taylor is relaxing, feeling comfortable enough with Sirin to tease and joke around. Partly to support why she takes more of her traits later on.
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Kind of a small thing but iirc Rory's dad was the mayor, not Dinah's.
Xasure Higeki
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Huh. Must have missed that in my general frustration towards how Dinah was handled. I will rewrite a bit later. Thank you!
Xasure Higeki
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The Queen does not hide.
~Hail my proud queen, on and on on and on~
I mean, you are not wrong. More fluff is good fluff. I am a fan of wholesome fluff.
About half. Kiana is taking care of the technical side, Sirin is putting the soul into it.
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Xasure Higeki
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One of the biggest question I have as well, and def part of the issue I have with them narrative wise, although this will be partly addressed later. They have done some heinous shit and don´t have the protection a gang would give them.
Ylamona
Konlulu~
Like I guess I can see it justified if they are literally just being nuisance so people just goes whatever. But say let's use this fic, they literally rammed a truck into a birthday party full of kids. I really can see how some people not pissed enough at them to at least shoot or give them one hell of a beating, parahuman or not. Like AF did here.
Well, maybe some other readers can give some idea on why. I like them as a standalone concept but as I know em in Worm is a bit...weird.
Xasure Higeki
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To be fair to them, it is not like they rammed it full throttle onto the party area. They more backed up to it with speed. Still dangerous, and still dumb, but not GTA style road mayhem.
Yeah, I didn't get this. Vista has been a cape since she was 9 and Triumph was also in the Wards for a while. So they should be friends, somewhat. Granted, I'm pulling this from memory, so could be wrong.
Xasure Higeki
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She joined the wards, according to the Wiki timeline, which granted can be wrong, in April 2009, meaning that at this point in the fic, she is a Ward for a year and 9 months, maybe.
Triumph joined a year before, but we do have reasons to assume that he was at least 16ish, given that he wanted to join Major League directly after gaining his powers. The youngest players are pretty much all in the 16 year old area. Maybe 15, but that is highly unlikely.
Thus, they could have at best spend a year and a few crushed together. Likely less.
I understand what you mean though. And yes, they are friends, just more... remote. She wouldn´t invite him to ice for the sake of hanging out, like she would feel comfortable with doing with say... Kid Win.
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Ah kids. Love them or hate them, they can be pretty vicious. What's the chance that Legend would actually go on that friendly date though? It could just be making friends. Like actually think about it.
And yea, Sirin is short (and flat). But she never gets to grow up though before it all burned down for her.
Moving on!
Anyway, welcome back. The Dice had once again told you that the story will go the way all Protagonists deserved. Also trying to be casual? With both Kiana and Sirin in her head? Even the Dice laughed at you in first roll haha.
The casual display of literal Crushing Might is nice and on point! Thank the Dice! I am of the feeling that it's more Sirin than Taytay on that viciousness because golden eyes, but it's TayVoid so meh.
On a casual note, Kiana always has a Plan B. Plan Bronya can hurt really badly you know? We just need to actually find a Bronya for the plan… or a Bronnie.
And yea, Sirin is short (and flat). But she never gets to grow up though before it all burned down for her.
I don't know… Something ruined Sailor Moon for me. It might just be me being older or just Usagi herself, but I just can't sit and watch it now. Sad.
Moving on!
Lisa would be proud! …if she is here and won't suffer from the massive headache looking at TayVoid would give her.
Anyway, welcome back. The Dice had once again told you that the story will go the way all Protagonists deserved. Also trying to be casual? With both Kiana and Sirin in her head? Even the Dice laughed at you in first roll haha.
The casual display of literal Crushing Might is nice and on point! Thank the Dice! I am of the feeling that it's more Sirin than Taytay on that viciousness because golden eyes, but it's TayVoid so meh.
On a casual note, Kiana always has a Plan B. Plan Bronya can hurt really badly you know? We just need to actually find a Bronya for the plan… or a Bronnie.
Shikaze
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Re-reading that, it really gives the "Earth isn't yours to conquer" vibe, ain't it ?
Especially if Taylor can end up with both Void and Flamescion's power, I could see her putting out a credible Omni-Man (well, Woman here).
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The dice are infecting other characters rolls!!! Though would be funny if they end up being a merc or old war hawk
Also I am guessing this is being streamed live to PHO or other earth bet platforms though I wonder how the other cape singer is doing
Xasure Higeki
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It is recorded and uploaded, not live though.
Also. Blame the discord server for giving me ideas what to do with Canary.
Just a hint
Xasure Higeki
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That was one of the references I used for it!
Not low, actually, which is quite amusing to think about.
Thank you!
Also, yes it was def Tay channeling Sirin there. Note though. It was not Sirin in control.
I forgot to ask, but it sort of popped into my mind when they asked if TayVoid came from the moon.
Can TayVoid go to the moon, and what else beside the Ziz is stopping her from doing it? Sirin could with Benare's help, so in theory TayVoid could too. There just won't be anything to find like Sirin's trip... probably.
On that related note: how far can TayVoid port herself via them portals? What's her range as of current control and power?
Can TayVoid go to the moon, and what else beside the Ziz is stopping her from doing it? Sirin could with Benare's help, so in theory TayVoid could too. There just won't be anything to find like Sirin's trip... probably.
On that related note: how far can TayVoid port herself via them portals? What's her range as of current control and power?
Xasure Higeki
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Honestly ? She could literally go to the moon right now, if she had a rocket, or a bunch of hours/ a plane. She doesn´t need to breath and she can easily survive the temperature diffs.
Causally, she can do 25 feet per teleport. She can go far beyond that, but that does fall under Domain Rolls, which invoke Person of Escalation. Basically, means that she could TP to the moon, but most likely will leave major areas basically death zones, or similar fuck ups.
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- indonesia
Canary case is always of one focus of worm reader. I cant see MC help her unless she have meta and have all the fact even then this is a case of corruption which needs the government's hand.
Hope you just make it an offer of song and friendship or along that side. And the canary case is nonexistent.
Xasure Higeki
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I do have an idea how to do it. It doesn't involve her suddenly becoming a lawyer, but it does involve arguments. She can not do much for the case internally, nor will I pretend she could, however, there are means by which she can nonetheless influence. Besides it was a rather public trial if I recall correctly, given that it was made a point that it had direct relations to Simmy.
Essentially, if players choses to do so, I have an idea how to proceed down that line.
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Mad Science and Mad Parties 3/4
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♦Topic: Abyss Flower appears at local Party!
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PrinzessinDerFreundschaft (Original Poster)
Posted on January 31, 2011:
GUYSGUYSGUYS!
There is a new appearance of our new radiant light going on! Apparently she had been invited to the Ashtyn residence, since the scion of the family was celebrating her day of birth!
First hand accounts describe her entry into the premise as humble, not trying to draw attention to her. Overall, she was very kind, playing with the attendees of the party, and even answering some questions! (Which she noted give them an advantage over us! Mean!)
However, turns out something was amiss, as our resident Über losers decided to crash the party, as seen here.
Link.
After having been quickly dismantled by the heroine. (She might have cracked the record of fastest win right there!), there was some talk between them we don´t get footage of, but apparently they were hired by someone ? This is hearsay to note!
After this, they apparently came to an agreement, the uncle of the birthday child drove off with Loser L, and Loser U stayed there, while AF decided to get the party back on track, somewhat, as she decided to *sing*
Link.
And that was only the first song! Stay tuned for more!
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► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
... As someone who doesn't understand a lick of Russian, can anyone translate this? It sounds great though, if somber and sad and melancholic and...
Yeah, I can't describe this fully. Halp.
► AceofMidnightsPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
You guys know how AF said that she's doing all of this out of spite, well this song just reinforced that. Look at her, I have no idea how she can shift her temperament that quickly but this is the look a person who is far to stubborn to die even if the world say fuck you
On another note my Russian is a bit iffy so I don't understand the whole song , but if you are reading this @TheRealAbyssFlower I hope you are in a better headspace than when you wrote this and continue bringing joy to this fucked up city. Not all capes are willing to go out of their way to make a little girl happy
► Qro
Replied on January 31, 2011:
That's... an unusual choice for a song. It's actually quite a bit darker than people think. And judging by the emotions in her voice, I'd guess AF has gone through some horrible times. Hopefully she's doing better now. We're here for you!
Aside from that, wonderful vocal and there doesn't seem to be any accent. @TheRealAbyssFlower have you been studying languages and singing before or was it improved by powers?
► Soul_Wave
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Is abyss flower alright mentally because she seems to switch on a dime?
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Depends. Take on consideration that she IS A Parahuman.... Even if isn't openly stated or acknowledged, is known to those in the Parahuman related community that NO Parahuman is fully OK, SPECIALLY recently Triggered Parahumans...
Given the recent declarations of Abyss Flower, many would consider her speeches and public acts, her personal way to rage against the inherent injustice of aspects of the world that drove her into Triggering... Unlike other Parahumans, she won't keep these wounds silently, but she will scream against them, letting others know what they are NOT alone in their suffering..
Taylor awoke amidst a storm unlike she has ever seen before, one that seemed to have torn reality apart, brief images of a snow filled land and lunarian surfaces flickering past as the student home was torn to shreds, memories of the past linked by threads of light.
She knew that she was in the mental realm between her core and the Will, but that did not make it less frightful to see walls being torn apart into atoms, only to be forged by the sheer pressure of the emotions filling the space into something approaching a wall, if turned horrifically wrong.Twisted. Unreal.
She had seen Sirin in action before, see her destroy entire cities, ascend to peaks barely ever reached by someone else, but she had never felt the rage, the hatred directed against her, or even just in her general direction. She had lived through that rage, she understood it, but only ever felt it through the eyes of Kiana, someone much braver than her.
She felt small, an ant in the eye of the storm. Still, she pressed on. Kiana had asked her to look after Sirin, the other voice having quietly vanished at the end of her song and refusing to speak with them, although both could feel the raw emotions radiating from their older sister, coiling like a serpent made of rage and hate.
"What do you want ?" The voice that expressed the question sent her to the knees, the weight of time itself pressing down her.
"I- I- Kiana sent me! To check up on you ?!" She had difficulty breathing,her voice wavering.
"I am fine. Go." She so wished she could, but hearing the strained voice of her adopted Sister, she couldn´t do it. She had seen too many times how a casual fine was accepted when it was nothing but a lie.
"No." She strained, forcing herself up. "You are not."
The pressure vanished, and instead was replaced with a snicker. "How… amusing , younger sister of mine. Pray, do tell me, do you really want to tell me. ME!" The shout was akin to a physical blow, sending her to her knees. "That you know me better than I myself do ?"
Taylor hesitated, before answering. "No. But I do know that something is up. That you are hurt."
"Fair, fair~" Came the almost playful voice out of the storm. "Very well. Yes, I am indeed angry. Angry at being reminded of all the reasons I loathe humanity, no, this just restarted that particular flame. I will calm my hatred once more shortly. Is that all ? Enough prodding ?"
Once more, hesitation. "I…" Before she could answer, Sirin interrupted her.
"It appears to me that you did not have enough. Fine then, Let me ask a question! Do you know yourself ?" The tone of Sirin´s voice was dangerous, a cat knowing that it pawed at something it shouldn´t but it did so anyhow with a smile.
This time, Taylor paused due to surprise."I… Think so ?"
"Do you ? Do you know that you were always gay or bi? Willing to assert yourself in social situations, after having suffered from social isolation for more or less an entire year ? Willing to threaten torture, not a merciful execution but torture, upon fools for nothing more than to annoy you ? Tell me, Taylor, who are you ? Do you think you are still you, or are you just the remnant of the girl that is torn between me and Kiana, nothing whole?~" Her voice was a mix of honest interest and blatant mockery.
Taylor made an answer, but couldn´t force it. She knew what she wanted to say, to scream, but she knew that there was still the doubt. How could she be sure, sure enough to stand against her ? There was always doubt, beyond what is natural and healthy. Loss of who she was… was a horrifying thought, yet enticing in a way.
"Thought so. Until you get your own affairs in order, leave mine well enough alone, little owl "
The storm picked up, and Taylor was pushed back.
► AceofMidnightsPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
That just makes her better than 99% of the parahumans, whose first response is to lash out ar public property or even other humans
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
A lot of parahumans really need some psychiatric help. Triggers don't help at all in their issues, only make them worse. Here's hoping that her message goes through the hard heads of the PRT though.
► Keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
The sounds seems quite professional. Does she know enough about mixing and acoustics? and things like that? I myself don't know too much about it but even I recognize the quality of the sound
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
she seems to either know quite a bit about mixing & editing and acoustics or she must have the aid of a pro DJ for the songs.
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Does anyone see a mixer on the area? I dunno man, I think its a 1 woman operation.
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► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
.. Then she seems to have quite a few skills besides her own Parahuman abilities... Unless she got one heck of a grab bag package..
► Keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
she could be doing both at once she showed telekinesis or something like that earlier with uber and leet right?
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
For one second I couldn't but think that she was going to go plan Sith on the idiot duo... Not that I would blame her... Uber and Leet reached a new low in the level of stupidity with this stunt.. What it's left for those two to try to ruin this time?
Danny Hebert was not a happy man. He hadn´t been for a long time, not since his wife died. But recently… it got worse.It got so much worse. Or had it always been bad, and he never noticed?
The lull of silence had given him a strange sense of security, how Taylor and he just seemed to go about their days, do what they needed to do before awaiting the next one. It didn't help, or was good in any way or shape, but it was acceptable, something he could… not handle, but exist with.
Of course, he knew that it wasn't good. Everybody who ever heard of a life guro or most any philosopher concerning themselves with that topic, and Annette had plenty to do with them, often using them, and plays, as examples of the different epochs of the english language, fucking heard of that concept.
She had been a force of change. Always seeking to be more, and to give more… Once she died, it was as if energy itself had vanished from his vocabulary. He just felt so, so damn tired. Change took energy.
But… that had been an illusion, a wish. Things had changed, degraded and he had been so fucking blind to it.
Guilt was an horrid, ugly thing.
Then the locker happened, and he had been woken up from his self imposed monotonous state of apathy. Hearing Taylor on the phone, in what sounded like a state of near death, it had haunted his dreams for these last few weeks.Still does. But, he tried to be positive about it, it had at least served to kick his ass into gear.
He snorted as he recalled the pathetic attempt the school made to trick him into settling. He had been furious enough to tell him to fuck off before he would lose his temper.
Sighing, he recalled the brief time he believed things would get better between him and his daughter, and she even told him everything! He was proud of how she was handling the whole situation, although he was looking for a good, trustworthy therapist. Just to have the offer there.
Then… yesterday happened. He wasn´t sure how he could handle it. Not that she was a cape. Not even the voices in her head, that Kiana girl seemed nice enough and he heard of some capes that had that kind of stuff going on, not just the Butcher.
It was what she did, what she said as Abyss Flower, that haunted him more than anything else, but also made him more proud. That she had… that she knew the desire to die, that he hadn´t seen it…
"Danny!"
He was pulled out of misery induced contemplations as Kurt shouted for him, sitting at a computer. Wandering over, nipping at his water, he gave an acknowledging hum.
"Apparently Abyss Flower made a new appearance! Didn´t know you could hire capes to be birthday clowns."
Shooting his friend a dirty look at his back, he raised an eyebrow himself. Taylor mentioned something about a party, which is why he decided to stay longer, catch up with some stuff… he was avoiding the house. No point lying to himself about it. Being here at least made the guilt less all consuming.
Reading the post, he snorted, a small smile creeping on his lips at reading about the party his daughter attended, and how she behaved. The small things pleased him more, the small bits of humanity she showed.
That smile however froze once he came to the bit about Leet and Uber. Before Kurt could even react, his hand shot forward, immediately taking control of the mouse and clicking the link.
A video later, and Danny was conflicted. Seeing how self assured his daughter was, how she protected others, and still tried to keep that bit of happiness alive.. it was- It felt good! However, there was also a pit in his stomach. The action of the young woman he saw, they.. they clashed fiercely with his understanding of his daughter.
Seeing the usual calm, if not annoyed by exploitative representatives seeking cheap labor, head honcho agitated by something, some of the others hanging around gave their own commentaries that went ignored by him. Almost hypnotized, he clicked on the next link.
A song filled the room, drawing the attention of all. He couldn´t understand what his daughter was saying, he didn´t even knew that she could speak russian, although he noted that once more, her eyes were different. Was this… Sirin ? That idea brought a little bit of comfort, knowing that the woman, and who could convey such ideas by song but someone who deserved such respect, but still, hearing the song, which almost sounded like mourning to what could have been, the grinding gears of everyday banality and cruelty crushing hope…
Returning to his office, he paused, eyes flickering over to his keys.
He knew that he couldn´t help Taylor, not like she needed. Not without being painfully hypocritical. Sighing, he took the phone into his hand, dialing the number of his home.
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
I mean, it can go lower. A LOT lower. But if you go low enough, the only place to go is up. Hopefully they'll learn from this, but hope springs eternal and all that.
A guy can hope though. A guy can hope.
► Keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
i mean she didn't even look at them before stomping them effortlessly under her heel and chewing them verbally if they really dont learn anything from this (even if it's only a sightly better english) i'll be questioning their mental health
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
GTA... with the beating of HOOKERS. To go lower than that it would require digging machines to reach the center of the Earth ... Furthermore this stunt wasn't even of their own will, but basically being sell outs for some reason unknown.... Certainly wasn't for charity... They were used as a distraction for something... They basically sold themselves as mercs for someone else's plan or crime...
► ShatteredQueen
Replied on January 31, 2011:
I mean, wasn´t that an open thing, at this point ? How do people think they pay for their stuff otherwise ? Give enough incentives, and you can hire most people as is.
► Keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
yeah they are scum grumble trying to crash a little girls birthday party this really is a new low for them not a new level of low just a new form of evil dickery
► ShatteredQueen
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Could we stop with the hate please ? Yeah, it is shitty, but witch hunting ain´t gonna help nobody. If AF deemed them worth her attention, maybe there is more we don´t know ?
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
How many of their stunts were original... And how many were possibly to distract the PRT and other people from criminal activities?
Someone can check the dates of their stunts and correlate if some crime happened at the same time or not? If these acts are related, Uber and Leet should be certainly be checked as something more serious than idiots..
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► AceofMidnightsPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
U&L are sellouts that do anything for money I would be surprised if they even questioned the why's of their jobs
I'm honestly surprised they haven't gotten themselves killed pissing off the wrong people.
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Guys, we might not want to go too far on U&L lest we draw the attention of the mods. I don't wanna be banned and all that and I still want more AF anyhow.
End of Page. 1, 2, 3Mouse Protector, real name Fiona Kassidy, although most did not think it fit her for some reason, crouched on top of the roof of the Ashtyns, swaying back and forward. She was so tempted to break the atmosphere with a sudden appearance, so freaking much. But she didn´t. It wasn´t her show after all, and as a fellow crusader of justice and disher out of humility, it would even be too vulgar for her to make an appearance just yet. Respect the drama.
She had to give it to the Flower though, she knew how to drum up the anticipation right there. She had been interested in her because she was odd. So very odd. Not like many other heroes, who had a stick up their asses that the PRT PR budget could be measured with it, but with a strange sense of dramatic chilverary, she could respect, exercising a weird sense of magnetism on her that she couldn´t quite explain. It was like a whole bunch of different mystery boxes thrown together, and what could she say, she was attracted to the mysterious.
It made her want to poke her, just to see how she would react! Would she give another speech, would go full on dark lady and step on her, or some unknown reaction! It was so tempting! Oh, She had no illusion about how an unrestrained fight between them would go, and she wasn't that arrogant to believe that she could keep up with someone who outscaled her in every possible way, except perhaps comedic wit and experience in more than one matter, but a friendly spat?
She could see it being quite the show, teleport matches were always very popular, but most of all, fun. You didn't have time to think, only to act, and that was what she so loved about being her. She didn't need to hold back in what she was doing, be to quip and spite the villains or tease the heroes.
Sure, she could be annoying, she knew that. She regretted it sometimes, she had said things that… that hurt people she wanted to like her. She wasn't blind to the effects of her actions, but she couldn't help herself sometimes. She thought of something, and said it, without thinking about it sometimes.
Not something she was proud of. She was proud of her comedic know-how, be it ham, dark, improv, or many other kinds, but that didn´t mean she had not any regrets. Regrets the song managed to dig up.
She had been young then, but now, having just celebrated her 33th birthday, with none of the other integral Wards even giving a squeak, she had thought about changing things up. Oh, she still would do her whole shtick, she had too much fun with that, but maybe something to change it up a bit. Pick up an understudy, or at least meet up with some of her old… not friends, but comrades, she supposed.
She shook her head. She wasn't good in regards to other people. Boundaries and empathy were things she had categorically problems with. Not that she was particularly mean spirited. She took pleasure from needling and reactions, but not pain… maybe humiliation…but she was still working on unpacking that whole issue and this was most definitely not the place for that.
Recalling one conversation in particular, involving both MM and Chavie, she couldn´t help but want to smash her head against something. Lines were crossed that day. She knew that now, because that is what she had been told by others when she told them about it. She didn't get it. If her comrades had asked her any of the questions with her kind of insistence, she would have perhaps teased and played around but, but not taken offense, because it meant they were interested.
It simply didn't make cheese slice worth of sense to her.
Pausing in her thoughts, she noticed that the flower, her expression and blue eyes now squeaky clean of micery of before went back to the improvised state. She saw how Abyss leaned over, giving them a particular view, if accidental, given how focused she was doing something to the sound board, likely preparing
Ah, Puns, always lighten her mood.
(Kiana rolls to Perform! D20+1… 21(20), Unbelievable Success, 4 to the Reputation dice pool.To be fair, this one makes sense, She is an idol… I am starting to rationalize this bullshit.)
As Abyss Flower took to the stage again, it took a few minutes for people to once more quiet down, still captivated by her last performance, and both dreading and eager for her next.
Stepping up to the front of the truck, Abyss Flower coughed slightly, shooting a soft, but confident smile into the crowd.
"Hey there, so, before we continue, I want to explain something. The last song was dedicated to someone very important to me, not myself, although I can understand what they have been through, having shared their experience. Indeed, I endeavor to tell people something through this music, but I don't want to worry them. It is why I have chosen this next piece, as I feel it might get us back into the spirit of the celebration a bit."
Cocking her hips, one hand on them, she flipped her hair, having a confident smirk on her lips, shoulder lightly squared, as if she was either ready to dance or fight. Most telling were her eyes, azure and gleaming with a fire that spoke of confidence and lust for life.
"That being said, I have elected to perform this one in English instead, with the help of the most helpful provider of this stage. I will sing in German another time, okay ?" She winked at them, before gesturing at Über, who had an electric guitar in his hands, although unmodified.
She made to sit down, much to the surprise of the audience, before seemingly sitting on thin air. Wiggling her fingers with a smile, she intoned, voice soft but powerful. "Now then, allow me to present Last Stardust."
Tapping her fingers to the air, once more, it started with the soft plinging of a piano, light yet memorable. It wasn´t the tone of melancholy of the previous song, but more whimsical, lighter, and comfortable. The feeling of a new day.
Most were surprised when the tone of two electric guitars appeared, mimicking the notes of the piano in their own way. It was jarring at first, an unexpected surprise, but then, then somehow, they managed to harmonize, one not overpowering the other, each playing their own part in the greater song, resulting in it feeling far more enormous in importance, as if it was something approaching a crucial junction in the story to be told. Then, just as the last tone of the guitar reached it´s end, the singing began.
Within a perfect dream, I felt the rain
Suddenly as it started pouring
Soaked on through, but I kept on walking
My soul shaking from the cold
And with these hands
I gathered the memories
Though they're losing color and fading
I held to the hope they could maybe
Patch the hollow of my heart
Suddenly as it started pouring
Soaked on through, but I kept on walking
My soul shaking from the cold
And with these hands
I gathered the memories
Though they're losing color and fading
I held to the hope they could maybe
Patch the hollow of my heart
The music had turned down, but it was the same melody, or part of it at least, now serving as a frame and background for the almost mournful voice of the singer, filled with regret and cynical amusement matching that of the lyrics. The more mature members of the audience felt it in their bones, the loss of the simple, perfect dreams of the past in face of the reality of the world.
This thing called love
Know I would've
Thrown it all away - wouldn't hesitate
If I could find what I have lost along the way
Know I would've
Thrown it all away - wouldn't hesitate
If I could find what I have lost along the way
More and more were drawn in to feel the emotions of the singer, her voice mimicking the meaning of the lyrics, showing both a sense of regret, regret for what the singer was willing to do, but also acceptance of that very fact, resonating within the audience. Few have made dramatic choices, but many have done small deeds, be it to use money on themselves, instead of others, or not keeping a promise to those they love for some sort of gain, perhaps even just comfort. More than a few noticed that the voice grew in strength, in confidence.
If to feel pain is my fate
Then I just have one thing to say
Here in my scarred-covered heart
Color will always exist
I watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
ASH TO ASH into the sky
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, never die
Then I just have one thing to say
Here in my scarred-covered heart
Color will always exist
I watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
ASH TO ASH into the sky
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, never die
It was as if a dam broke, embers flicking to death roaring into a fire against the storm. The heroine stood up, now a microphone in her hand, the piano continuing without her, as she sang with a confidence that was fundamentally different from the one seen in the last, it was not in acceptance of the world, but in spite of it. As if she was screaming to the world ´so what?´, stubbornly standing against the fires and storm of reality. After, however, she and the music trailed off, a singular guitar taking center stage for a moment, letting her shout echo into silence.
Quietly with the receding rainfall
The night wind, it suddenly withdrawals
With my broken heart I stand alone
Only silence at my side
I wouldn't mind if it's a lie
If all of my rights - they turned into wrongs
As long as I protect the things that I believe
The night wind, it suddenly withdrawals
With my broken heart I stand alone
Only silence at my side
I wouldn't mind if it's a lie
If all of my rights - they turned into wrongs
As long as I protect the things that I believe
A pattern established in the first, continued in the second, the wave like waning and gaining of confidence and power, yet… there was still a sense of confidence for the choices made, faith in their goal and motivations. Regrets have and will accumulate along with these choices, but be it that they brought joy or pain, each choice was their choice, done in faith to their own beliefs. The music repeated itself, the same quieting down before an almost triumphant shout of defiance. A hand was thrown out, eyes azure as the sky burning with the will of the sun.
Another scar, one more scratch
To my heart that's made out of glass
It lights a spark, burning hot
One I had nearly forgot
I watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
EARTH TO EARTH, I say goodbye
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, give me life
To my heart that's made out of glass
It lights a spark, burning hot
One I had nearly forgot
I watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
EARTH TO EARTH, I say goodbye
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, give me life
The tides of battle between the storm of life and the singer had changed, where before the singer felt as if they were pushing against the storm trying to stand their ground, now they reached forward, braving it, gritting their teeth, unwilling to stop, unwilling to give in anymore, even if Life itself threw the worst it could do at them. They had their path, and they would take it.
Brave Shine
Stay the night
Save my life
Your Brave Shine
Brave Shine
Stay the night
Save my life
Your Brave Shine
Brave Shine
It was almost as if the light of a new day shined, the storm conquered for now, the battle over signified by the quieting down of the instruments, returning to the same light, good tone of the beginning, the guitars strumming in the background. A fresh breath, the first challenge conquered. It was fine to rest for a moment, to take it in, and the audience did. However, it was not simply a moment to breathe, but also to prepare for the next challenge. if it was to be put into words, it would be that the song conveyed the feeling of hope by faith and determination.
If to feel pain is my fate
Then I just have one thing to say
Here in my scarred covered heart
Color will always exist
Kiss me farewell, Judas! Turning to ash
DUST TO DUST
This weakness of my distant past
Another scar, one more scratch
To my heart that's made out of glass
It lights a spark, burning hot
One I had nearly forgot
I'll watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
ASH TO ASH into the sky
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, never die
Then I just have one thing to say
Here in my scarred covered heart
Color will always exist
Kiss me farewell, Judas! Turning to ash
DUST TO DUST
This weakness of my distant past
Another scar, one more scratch
To my heart that's made out of glass
It lights a spark, burning hot
One I had nearly forgot
I'll watch the LAST STARDUST, rise up and fly
DUST TO DUST
ASH TO ASH into the sky
These fragments of my hopes and dreams, never die
Coming full circle, this time, there was no trace of the hesitation, of the sadness, of the harm done by regret in her voice. It was strong with defiance, with will, self assertion against the world. it was clear, so very clear, that be it betrayal, loss or any other harm, they would not succumb, they would not give up, they would walk their own path.
The very same intent was conveyed by the music, the guitars now dominate, screaming their songs loud and proud, defiantly at the oppresing nature of the world.
As the song ended, instead of giving a bow, she stomped her foot, throwing her hair back with an inviting smirk, eyes glowing almost. "Thank you. "
► PrinzessinDerFreundschaft (Original Poster)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Hey! Apparently we were heard!
Second song!
Link!
► Soul_Wave
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Well people we can clearly see that abyss flower has grab bag powers for being a superstar
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Whistles Goddamn, she's really belting out the songs, eh? And the 2nd one is a banger too...
► AceofMidnightsPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Well even if it's for a friend I still hope they are in a better headspace. And wow this new is amazing, both in tone and lyrics. AF have you and whoever help you compose these songs (if any did) ever considered joining the idol business, if this the type of thing you can make it would be a massive inspiration for us all.
Anyway, back to the song unlike the previous one, this one talks about the value of life and moving forward despite the regrets and pains of the past in hopes and desire for a better future. For me, I really like the "Here in my scarred-covered heart; Color will always exist" part especially as it talks about how there is hope and positivity even in the worst of times as long as you hold in it. Also considering the previous song theme and this one, I have an idea for what theme AF is going for, all I can say is that I'm rooting for you.
Lastly good let these to pair of idiots use their skills for something more productive to society over being a pain in the ass.
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Galactic Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
The song's name also has a lot of cool implications when combined with the lyrics, especially the part where she sang "I watch the LAST STARDUST rise up and fly", as if yes, these may be the ashes of my hopes and dreams, but they're always going to be there, and they'll last forever.
► QrO
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Huh. This song has quite a few implications, and judging by what came before it - think I have an idea of what she's going for. I also wonder if she's hinting at something... puts on the tinfoil hat
► Westernfront
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Wonderfully performed! Although I am quite interested in how this song would sound in German.
► Sturm
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Maybe she is too insecure in her skills to do it ? no offense intended.
End of Page. 1, 2, 3Amy Dallon was, as usual for her, at the hospital after the school. Unlike some may think, she wasn't busy non-stop, but had instead her own little corner, where she rested and did her homework, and was essentially on alert as to be able to intervene when needed. Her presence alone gave the doctors more confidence in their craft. Sure, at times she would be asked to repair things like skin, or do a particularly dangerous operation, but while she had a medical license, she wasn´t expected to put in an entire shift after school.
Honestly, she would have prefered if they would just let her do her thing. She could do so much more if they just let her fucking help. So much she could do, but so few things she was actually allowed to do. If it wasn´t "religious", then it was the insurance, or just plain dislike of Parahumans. Mostly the second though. It wasn´t like she didn´t understand their points, but still.
Her finger twitching slightly, yearning for a particular piece of questionable relief hidden in her pocket. A sigh, and she stood up. Might as well wander a bit. It wasn´t yet time for a break to indulge in that particular habit , and it would only suck more if she used it right now. Oh, she recognised the signs, but she couldn´t help at this point. She didn´t pursue it for the feeling of calm nicotine didn´t actually bring, despite what some idiots would claim. Never had that appeal to her.
If she had to make a shitty attempt at self analysis, she would probably say that she got herself slightly addicted because she could actually satisfy that particular urge of hers. Carol was sure to be proud, if she actually noticed it over noting how nice Vicky´s new haircut looked.
She knew what her habit could do to her body, she has seen the effects in more detail than anybody else, cured it a few times even, at least the cancer, so she wasn´t exactly proud of it.
It just… the feeling of having indulged in something did not fill the ever growing hole of shame and guilt, but it made it less apparent. Like a cover, only there for a moment, An easy fix to cover up all the other bullshit, blunt it. A little something.
Releasing another sigh, she entered the children's ward. Another point of guilt and pain. They kinda loved her, some even more so than her Sister, but only because they heard so much about her. They truly thought of her as Panacea, the miracle healer. It felt good to be genuinely recognized, if shallowly so. That make the nagging voice in the back of her head that she didn´t fucking deserved it nag even harder.
Just another shame to add to the list.
Perking up, she heard some kind of music coming from it. Good vocals, unique instruments. Not quite her taste, but she could admit that it was well crafted from the little music theory she knew. However, the voice…
Sneaking up behind the assembled group, a mix of nurses and patients, she looked at the large screen to which a laptop was connected, a video playing.
Fucking Abyss Flower. Most recent pain in her ass.
At least her dislike of the ambitious heroine was one thing she and Carol shared, although probably out of different reasons…yet. The song was good, and she knew what she was talking about.
Amy still recalled the talk she had with Vicky after they had crashed into her. About responsibility. It had stuck with her, less because of the arguments used, but because of how Vicky behaved. She cared a lot about it, to not mix her perky attitude into the discussion. And she could recognise the point that was being made as one that wasn´t wrong per say, but she couldn´t accept it as true either. It felt like an excuse. Either to be self indulgence at the cost of others, or perhaps mask the apathy, but if she applied it to her own situation… She felt she was doing too little to what she could, and she knew that every second taken to herself, truly to herself, would and could cost lives.
However, she still wanted to indulge, and it became harder, harder to not snap and just do, allow the evil in her to take hold. Something had to change, something needed to change.
She paused, before sighing, knowing that there was one thing that could probably start change, be it for the better or worse.
Taking out her Mobile , she began to write a message.
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♦ Private message from Panacea:
Panacea *New Message*: Hi.
I am willing to take you up on your offer to talk. To be clear, that is not an invitation to a date!
On another note... I quite enjoyed your songs.
Panacea.
PS: Show this message to someone, and you will regret it.
Despite what some may think Tammi was not alone when she reviewed the songs of Abyss Flower, no, she was in the same shitty position she was in back when AF first fought her. Among a crowd of people she grew more and more disillusioned with. At least the topic they were talking about was appealing to her.
"We have a problem."
Kaiser and his melodramatics. The man should have been a lawyer with how self important he is.
"We can not attack her directly."
The statement hung in the air like a sword descending. Some were not happy with it, but only one expressed his opinion. Crusader. "That is bullshit. She sings and she suddenly gets to humiliate us without reprisal ? Might as well call us chinks with that type of cowardice."
Rune rolled her eyes at that, something that caught the attention of the room. Seeing the looks directed at her, she shrugged her shoulders. "If we attack her now, we are the bad guys. Not just villains, but genuinely bad guys in the public eyes. She is like the golden goose at the moment, a totem of the city. We touch her, we don´t just fuck with her, we fuck with most people´s day. Besides, do you really want to be at the end of her gun when she is acting in self defense ? You would be done within seconds, a minute tops." She waved her hand as if it settled the issue.
He slammed his hands onto the table, but before he could even speak, Hookwolf spoke up, smirking at him, but his eyes were more focused onto the screen. "She is right. Her telekinesis was the biggest wildcard as far as we know. She is dangerous without it, but with it ? The only ones who can maybe fight her here are me, if I am able to break her hold via increasing my mass or by rapid shifting, Purity by virtue of being a ranged fighter with a range far exceeding what we know of Abyss Flower, Rune, as she doesn´t need movement to maneuver her projectiles, Kaiser, and the Twins, same issue as I. Maybe Soldat, if he gets enough materials to work with." He shot a look towards Crusader "I am not including you, because unlike Rune, you have the appeal of a duck´s arse to her."
Sitting back down, it was clear that Crusader wasn't happy, but not insulted. "As if I care about what that dyke finds appealing. And the question stands. We can attack her, she is not some kind of invulnerable god, and while sure, she is popular, so was the New Wave back then, and nobody dared to raise a fuss against us."
Rune winced. She had not joined yet with the Empire when that particular incident occurred. Fleur, who by all accounts should have been everything the Empire was supposed to protect, young, white, blonde, kind, all these traits, and even having removed one of the biggest opponents to the Empire, was shot for popularity. She didn't get the full scope, and always heard different stories about how it actually happened. The story of a brave comrade, who defended his fellow soldiers from a brutal heroine being the most prevalent.
A bunch of bullshit. As usual.
"Enough!" Kaiser, again, tried to assert himself. "While it is true that we could endure the loss or reputation, that is only the case if we win. Do I have to remind you that only a teleporter managed to land a hit on her ?"
Bitch what ?
"I literally threw a fucking ton of concerete at her. And hit her, multiple times! Not direct ones, but still! I did more damage than that demon fuck!" She didn´t pout.
"Indeed." Hookwolf interrupted, a drawl in his voice. "You gave her quite the love taps."
"Fuck you!" Flipping him off, she decided she was done with this. Sitting back, she proceeded to ignore the rest of the conservation, already knowing that the resultat would be something along the lines of quiet dignity. They couldn´t attack her, but they could defend themselves. As usual really. They couldn´t be seen as too aggressive publicly because that would easily get them federal attention beyond the PRT. One simply had to look at Capone to get the idea.
Still, Love taps her ass, Hookwolf had far too much fun teasing her, she was the most challenging fight Flower had so far. Besides, she didn´t- She paused in her thoughts. Did she love Taylor ? Or was she at least genuinely romantically into her ? The rune she drew was in the heat of the moment, emotionally loaded, but was love really there ? She couldn´t quite tell. There was desire and joy, and a warmth at the thought of her. But it didn´t match the fire love was described as. It was more comfortable nudging, like a particular comfortable blanket she wanted to cuddle with and wanted to experience more of. A liberating breath of fresh air. Was it just some kind of hero´s crush ? Her first thought was no, but she couldn't explain it.
It was weird, but the good kind of weird.
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♦Topic: Who in the world is Abyss Flower ?
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Yukito (Original Poster)
Posted on January 31, 2011:
So, I have a theory, and hopefully the mods won't ban me for it.
I do not believe that Abyss Flower is human. Allow me to explain! Just to make sure we are on the same page, however, allow me to present all the information we have so far in this separate thread!
She claims that she is eternally 17 which most likely is a reference to her (proposed) japanese roots, specifically the idol culture and Maid cafés. It was an important number due to it symbolizing the metamorphosis between child and adult, teasing the purity of a child with the maturity of an adult. Her actual age is unknown, however, her behavior is similar to that of a young adult, if perhaps more headstrong than usual.
However, she has also claimed to have been on the moon, and acted generally evasive about that particular line of inquiry.
Is she perhaps related to the old stories of Kaguya ?
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► QrO
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Are we sure she's a human? Oi, PRT Thinkers, I know one of you must be following this!
We know that powers are bullshit and there was contact with Earth Aleph. Who's to say that she isn't some noble or the like from another Earth? Would explain the style, speech patterns, multiple languages and so on.
And no, I'm not insane - coming up with theories is half the fun of threads such as this.
► soul_wave
Replied on January 31, 2011:
THINKERS please follow up on the she was on the moon thing we don't know how strong of a teleporter she is
► HK70
Replied on January 31, 2011:
... We make Void Cowboy ask "Pics or is BS"?
► Qro
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Btw.A great breakdown! And we should take into account that capes usually undersell their own abilities. Who's to say she didn't? Actually, can anyone notice any accents or particular speech patterns? Might get a better guess on where she's from.
► AceofMidnightPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
There is also the werid personality shifts that appeared when singing. Plus as you say she's far to nice and outspoken to be a parahuman, she when went to therapy. Therapy, what parahuman actually does that.
She must be some kind of aliens
Jokes aside it seems like you guys just over thinking this, she seems to be some high end spacial manipulator with an Alexandria package to the side. Although I wouldn't mind thinker to double check. Because I swear if the person that started to give me faith in humanity turns out not to be human....... I will have words
► keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
I still love it when this happens I love conspiracy theories they are good for a laugh for a while like the one Atherius_traveler and Luminous_Traveler suggested in the thread of her speech, where Abbysflower is actually an Eldrich entity on human form from beyond the dimensional sea sent by the god of glitter. and not some parahuman.
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Didn't someone also say that she was supposed to wipe us all out but then changed her mind because she took a liking to humanity?
► keykin
Replied on January 31, 2011:
yeah but then was when it got even more hilarious they even were even joking on how chutulhu was one them and wipe out all the other lovecraftian entities
► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Sounds like bait to me. I'm more inclined to believe that one theory where she's from an alternate universe where she's the Moon Princess or something who descended to Earth to right the wrongs of humanity.
► AceofMidnightPast
Replied on January 31, 2011:
And she fights of love and Justice. Sailor Flower
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► Custodian_F3nn3L (Struggling Overlord)
Replied on January 31, 2011:
@Aceofmidnightspast You read my mind! She does seem like a Sailor scout doesn't she? I fully expect a full team of Sailor Senshi in the future.
► PaintPaintpan
Replied on January 31, 2011:
Tada~
End of Page. 1, 2Taylor knew that she shouldn't take what Sirin had said to her to heart. Much like her Father, Sirin had a temper which she often tried to control, but unlike her Father, she didn´t had the option to remove herself from the situation. But… Sirin had a point, as usual. It had rattled her, because she couldn't answer the questions she had been asked, not because she wasn't sure of her answer, but because she couldn't even think how to answer them all. So, she decided to take the opportunity, this brief break in all the insanity of the last few days, and think… while she was inside her own head. Better to not think about that.
To even approach the issues at hand, she decided to resort to one of her oldest coping mechanisms. Compartmentalisation. Take things apart and sort one mess out at a time, and thankfully Sirin provided her with the bullet points.
Do you know if you were always gay or bi ?
The first question, but one of the hardest to answer. Before, she certainly had… appreciation for guys, but had she the same for girls ? She wasn´t sure. She could admit that Emma was beautiful, relatively speaking, that Madison was cute, that Sophia had a different kind of appeal, but were these more observations in comparison to her own appearance or her opinion of them?
Honestly, she couldn't quite recall what her feelings were on even the idea of a relationship, but she couldn´t recall any feelings of weirdness towards the idea of gay couple, or any kind of couple, really. She did recall a feeling of disgust towards the idea that the boys bullying her were doing so simply to get with one of the trio, yet it was not repulsion at the idea of a couple like that, and more disgust at … at how pathetic, shallow of a motivation that was.
Yet, was her attraction to Rune not similar ? An attempt to sate her own desire to save someone in a way ?
She paused, before shaking her head. That one was easy. Perhaps at the start, that had been the case. She liked Rune because Rune felt a kindred spirit in some ways, underneath the nazi bullshit. Someone who never was allowed to fully spread her wings, a bird whose wings were tainted by the tar and mud of their environments, desiring to soar through the sky. She had seen it, the way she painted, the utter serenity as she just did what she liked… that was what she adored. The sincerity of her actions, and she wanted to see that more and more. The warm feeling thinking about that didn´t appeared if she just pictured one of her features.
So, she supposed, she had an answer. She always enjoyed people more due to how they were, rather than how they looked. She could appreciate it certainly, and was or had been perhaps predisposed towards males, but the change into a Herrscher had only balanced the scale, so to speak, not created something new.
Willing to assert yourself in social situations, after having suffered from social isolation for more or less an entire year ? Willing to threaten torture, not a merciful execution but torture, upon fools for nothing more than to annoy you ?
That one was easy on her mind. While she never liked outright confrontation, prefering to back up and letting people calm down, she had learned the hard way that turning the other cheek didn´t make you the better person by default, or if it did, that being the better person meant little to people who cared little about others.
She recalled how she was determined to never raise her hand against the trio, to quietly endure it after her other attempts had failed. That she wouldn´t break. Only for that to endanger her life. A war of attrition could only be won if the other side lost something as well, but the Trio only ever gained from their confrontations. She only needed to look through the memories of Kiana to see that being passive does not bring change, it only supports the status quo.
But how did that lead to her threatening Leet and Uber ?
As her mind worked, even that made sense to her. It was true that before the Locker, she wouldn't have done so, even before Winslow. Not to the trio, not to anyone. But that had been when she had nothing but her dignity left. That wasn´t the case anymore. She had been genuinely happy, and had simply responded to a threat that was attempting to ruin it.
She doubted she would have genuinely done it, but she could not be sure.
Ultimately, she couldn't deny that she was changed on an intimate level by the change into a Herrscher, but every change, she could see how it came about from what had already been there. Even if she just found excuses… did it matter ? Even if she was just a torn fabric which takes from her two sisters to hold herself together, didn´t that make her still her ?
In the end, there was only one answer Taylor could find.
Life will change her, but it was still her life. And if she was happy with it, who could judge her for it ? What was in the past, is in the past, she was here now, and she wanted to feel that spark and not give it up. She couldn´t hold on what once was, but could look towards the future.
Now, how to tell her that ?
{You sure ?}
For the last time of the day, Abyss Flower returned to the stage, the light of day now slowly vanishing, her eyes a vibrant green, almost lime green in fact. Her mannerism was different, an inbetween of the grace and silent power of the first and the boundless will and confidence of the second.
{Yes.}
People were holding their breath, unsure what to expect. Tapping the microphone, the heroine spoke with a voice brimming not with the cheerful energy she had before, but a more wild kind, but she seemed also more awkward "Hi… Yeah, so. Before I start, I wanted to say something." As she spoke, the more observant members of the audience would notice how Uber began to fiddle with something in the background.
{Okay then!}
"The previous two songs were… quite serious. Which was intended, as the message they carried, the story they told, deserved that kind of respect. However, ultimately, I want this to conclude on one final message, one which I will state upfront here." She paused, swallowing. "Our world is… dark, gritty. The gears of fate churning and crushing without remorse or sympathy. You can die, become vile or suffer, yet… There are moments where there is a spark of something, an ember of fire that we call wonder. Everybody has that. I know that often, these inspirations are but hollow dreams, impossible to achieve. But I also found that listening to this spark, following it when you feel suffocated and alone…" She trailed off, voice thick with emotion. "It can save you if you are willing to commit to it." A moment of pause, her eyes flickering to her side, narrowing at something before gaining a confident smirk.
{Let´s do this!}
"And this is why Life will Change!"
With that shout, all the lights in the garden went out and the song began.
(Taylor rolls to Perform! D20+1… 21(20), Unbelievable Success, 4 to the Reputation dice pool…. I will justify this with Kiana backing her up.)
The first two songs were… perhaps not calm in their start, but each was graceful in their own ways, like an art piece carrying a deep message. This one however, it was almost jarring how different it was, starting with a strong mix of the strings of an electric guitar and drums which chimed in a bit later, not the soft plings of a piano. Unlike the first, it didn´t even carry any pretense to sadness, only the fast paced drums and strings to set up a challenge.
The shape of the heroine, clad in darkness, only illuminated by the dusk of the day, the last sun rays framing her as she shook her hand, clearly for everyone to see, to the beat of the music, raising it higher and higher to the sky till she was pointing skywards, her finger outstretched just as the music seemed to take a breath, just as she was. Then she brought her finger down with speed, snapping them on the way down, the sound carrying itself across the courtyard, causing the lights, three floodlights making up a triangle around her, to burst to life, framing her, as she sung, the notes of both the guitar and drum setting back in.
It's not a game
I'm not a robot AI challenging you
I'm not a phantom
I'm in your face and
I'm here to see it through
I'm not a robot AI challenging you
I'm not a phantom
I'm in your face and
I'm here to see it through
The tone was different. So very different. Where the first was a princess of a ruined home standing proudly among the rubble of her home, hiding the pain, and the second someone screaming against the storm of life and fighting a desperate fight, this one felt like a proud lioness roaring her triumph into the wind.
A tone that matched the movement of the singer, showing a playful confidence in her movement, a glint in her eyes that seemed to draw the people in, their own feets beginning to tip to the beat.
Right before your eyes
Watch us multiply
Come to claim our rights - it's time
Watch us multiply
Come to claim our rights - it's time
Some raised an eyebrow at the lines, but none could deny the sheer energy in the lines. A few of the less constrained people began to outright dance to the tune, mimicking Abyss Flower as she moved about on the stage.
As our power grows
Tryin' to stop us shows
Might as well go try'n stop time
So you know that we're out there
Swatting lies in the making
Can't move fast without breaking
Can't hold on or life won't change
Tryin' to stop us shows
Might as well go try'n stop time
So you know that we're out there
Swatting lies in the making
Can't move fast without breaking
Can't hold on or life won't change
The hesitant mood from the previous two songs had vanished, replaced by a quite cheerful one, if slightly unrestrained. The sheer ´So what ?´energy the music was infectious towards the crowd, only supported by how cheerful and wild the dance was, Flower throwing her hands out, pulling them back in as a moment of sheer instrumental glory came, wagging her fingers to the beat, her entire body moving as she twists and turns, illuminated by the flashing light show of yellow, blue and green.
Even her expression was the one of light hearted joy fueled by a will to live and to grow. Where before there was a determination to maintain one's pride, or one´s will, this was about one´s happiness.
So you know that we're out there
Swatting lies in the making
Can't move fast without breaking
Can't hold on or life won't change
Swatting lies in the making
Can't move fast without breaking
Can't hold on or life won't change
Transitioning from the wild dance, the heroine began to play air guitar on the stage, exactly on tone with the actual guitar, rocking back and forth, even head banging a bit, for the first time her hair taking on something of a puffier quality to emphasize the wildness of the movement.
Then…
And our voices ring out, yeah
Took the mask off to feel free
Took the mask off to feel free
…She dropped the air guitar bit, instead adapting a stand tall and proud, hammering on her chest as she made a sweeping gesture with her hand, as if she was some kind of activist of old which..
Fought it out in the debris
Now we know that life will change, yeah!
Now we know that life will change, yeah!
She changed into a boxing stance, giving a quick one two, with a confident grin, before holding her fist up to her mouth, as if she was holding a mic, eyes gleaming, telling how much she enjoyed herself, captured in a different trance of emotions than in the first song, but a song nonetheless.
She well back into a mickey of the instruments, playing and dancing as her heart desired, her eyes telling of the fact that she was only barely aware of the audience. Then she moved, once more holding an air mic to her lips as she began to sing once more, this time invoking images of bars and seductive singstresses in the few who were old enough to recognise it.
Ain't it a shame
I'm not a figment of your ailing, old mind
I'm just as real as -
I'm just as dangerous
As you, so know you´ll find
I'm not a figment of your ailing, old mind
I'm just as real as -
I'm just as dangerous
As you, so know you´ll find
She moved once more, shifting to pointing at something in the distance, a hand on her hips, a teeth showing smirk, challenging and playful. They didn´t know whom she pointed at, but they didn´t need to know that. It was a challenge against the world, to try and fight it, but that she wouldn´t stop. In most cases a sign of arrogance and maniacs, yet, here it was one of hope, of freedom, a trickster challenging the dark.
A taste of your own meds
Fire in every breath
Fire inside your head, your heart
And as your crippled brain
Tries to fight in vain
Your empire will fall apart
Fire in every breath
Fire inside your head, your heart
And as your crippled brain
Tries to fight in vain
Your empire will fall apart
The few who weren´t busy pulling poses themselves recognised the perhaps implied target of the challenge, causing wide eyes, just as another instrumental portion began, this time with Flower moving her outstretched arm from one side to the other, as if to track the progress, each time the sound of the guitar pinged, she wagged her finger.
And you'll know we were out there
Swatted lies in the making
Your empire for the taking
Can't hold on or life won't change
And our voices ring out, yeah
Took the mask off to feel free
Fought it out in the debris
Now we know that life will change
Swatted lies in the making
Your empire for the taking
Can't hold on or life won't change
And our voices ring out, yeah
Took the mask off to feel free
Fought it out in the debris
Now we know that life will change
She pulled the hand back, placing it over her heart, a gesture usually associated with quiet contemplation turned into a shout of triumph and joy as she put her all into the singing, before she once more played the air instruments, allowing the spirit of the song to persist although the singing had stopped. As it ended, she gave the crowd a flourished bow and a wink.
(Reputation Roll! 10d100…91+86+80+92+84+85+62+95+80+87 = 842… fucking damit taylor)
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