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( TDM #8 )

You blink and that's all it takes. At first, the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelry inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes.
B ▢ Other new arrivals aren't so lucky as to arrive in the warm embrace of an apartment's bed. It's currently raining in Shehui, and because of the current post-winter temperature, the rain is certainly cold. You're now in the middle of a busy street, out in the open -- no umbrella to your name. You have the opportunity to grab some shelter underneath an awning or run into a building. Or will someone take pity on you? Or are you not bothered by a sudden, frigid downpour? C ▢ Shehui is looking to celebrate an upcoming holiday -- Yeunai. Something of a bonding holiday that celebrates a variety of relationships, Shehui residents are really into this consumer, capitalist bonanza. On certain Shehui streets are mats that read the ID data of those that stand on them. Whether or not you'd like to take part in this little shindig, a nearby machine will random spit out some data about you and another person on the same long mat. (Need some guidance? Here's a love calculator!) That's a good ice-breaker, right? D ▢ Despite Shehui's distrust of magic, faux magic isn't a big deal. In fact, there's currently a showcase of street performers making money with their craft. Located around Shehui's famed tower, there's a lot of room for some real magic here. Want to take yours for a spin? It's easy enough to simply say you can't reveal your secrets when you're asked about a certain talent. E ▢ With how prominent cell phones are in Shehui, a lot of new and old arrivals have them by now -- you, newbie, might have already picked one up! Despite not having anyone on your contact list yet, you do seem to be getting quite a few messages...though they aren't going to your cell phone. Instead, they're being telepathically broadcast into your head, or even before your eyes! On the opposite end of the spectrum, it's very likely that you're transmitting your own accidental telepathic broadcast...but what are you saying, exactly? F ▢ Another fun activity -- Chips! is always open! Today they're hosting their regular games, but there's also a SongWars competition, including a huge stage and everything. While you may not know the words to these strange, alien pop songs, the crowd may turn in your favour if you put on a good show regardless. What do you win for besting your champion? A nice plastic trophy and a big Chocorrone. G ▢ For some people, the whole "kidnapped to another world with new magic and cell phones and shit" is actually...kind of a downer. For those of you who want to enjoy the evening and maybe meditate for a while, there are plenty of parks with benches that allow you to sit and think. You may not want company, but it may find you regardless... H ▢ Wildcard! How will your character react to this strange world? |
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She frantically makes sure that her eyepatch is intact and not about to fall apart from moisture, and is slightly more relieved upon seeing that was the case.Okay, okay, keep cool. Maybe if she ignores the other girl, she’ll go away. Suzu tries her best to resolve herself with this thought as she endures the umbrella pokes.
Ignoring…
IGNORING…
She finally cracks upon being called “Miss Goth,” and turns to the umbrella girl with irritation, swatting the offending thing away from her. That’s right, if she acts intimidating, then nothing can hurt her! Yeah!]
A being such as myself has no need for your shitty and useless advice. [More like Suzu really??? Doesn’t??? Know where else to go?? BUT SHE HAS TOO MUCH PRIDE TO ASK. REBELS DON’T ASK FOR HELP OK.] And another thing, girl; I am not “Miss Goth.” Hmph, mortals really are pathetic. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. It appears my soul’s wretchedness cannot be comprehended by eyes of a higher order.
[Though she’s shivering and very much wanting to cry in a corner, she’ll show her toughness by mustering all her willpower to strike her most edgy pose!]
Very well, I shall shatter that damned ignorance of yours! I am the broken-winged fallen angel cast out from Heaven by the cruel God, forever punished due the mark of Sin I bear upon me, the one known as Cloche--ACHOO!☆
[Her edgy posing is interrupted by another fit of sneezing, and the force of that causes something to slip out of her pocket. On the damp concrete lands a student ID holder, laying open for all the world to see:
She’s Suzu Kuromori, a totally normal third-year girl from Kimisaki High School!☆]
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Ah, so that's her trope.
How nostalgic.
Despite the sneezing fit Mari claps when all is said and done and the smoke screen she imagines her fallen angel companion wishes she had clears (is it a little facetious? yes, absolutely! But really she's impressed at her perseverance as well, A+! 10/10! A gold star!) ]
Oh! What's this.
[ She plucks the id right off the ground and scrutinizes it much more seriously than is required. ]
Suu~Zu Kuro~Mo~Ri~ - chan!
[ She turns it around so id Suzu is looking at real life Suzu. ]
Your nose is running!
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I am not "Suzu Kuromori." Clochette is my name. Your barking irritates me; if you have no business with me, then leave at once.
[It's hard to look imposing when she's pretty much like a puppy abandoned in a cardboard box right now.]
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[ That sort of potty mouth would never land her a place in Aqours, that was for sure. Despite her admonishing (that doesn't really come off as admonishing actually? She sounds pretty enthralled) she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a frilly handkerchief with lace at the ends and an 'M.O.' monogramed in the corner.
She holds it out for Suzu. ]
Hm, I could always make you my business. Then by that logic, you'd have no reason to tell me to go away.
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and her brother she doesn’t know she has is already doing pretty ok in the idol business, tyvm!She needs her profanity, because she’s a rebel!When the handkerchief is offered to her, Suzu scoffs and looks away from it, continuing to block her light sneezes with her sleeve, seeing the action as mocking her. SHE. DOESN’T. NEED IT. And she refuses to acknowledge anything the umbrella girl says or does until she stops using the FORBIDDEN NAME.]
Clochette. [She repeats, more adamantly.] Correct yourself.
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Clochette...-chan!
[ Good enough? Right? Saving someone from catching pneumonia was soooooo exhausting. ]
You don't want to get sick and die somewhere like here, do you?
[ She says this with the most upbeat of attitudes, still waving around the handkerchief all the while. ]
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It's not like I want to be here, dammit! I was just on my way back home and suddenly found myself in this weird city in the rain, okay?!
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I was on a horse, my horse.
[ She pauses, like she has to think really hard if she wants to remember everything else that happened after that (even though it was barely more than a few hours ago) ]
And then I woke up here, in someone's bed.
[ She's leaving quite a few details out but that's fine, it's fine! They don't matter. She looks over at Suzu, seemingly not bothered by the fact that she won't make eye contact. ]
I'm guessing you're all by yourself here, right?
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At her question, she scoffs, folding her arms across her chest. SHE DOESN'T NEED YOUR PITY, UMBRELLA GIRL.]
Hmph! As the bearer of the Mark of Sin, it's only natural for a rebel like me to walk the path of eternal solitude. Being alone doesn't bother me at all. [It does.]
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[ Mari is unexpectedly quiet for a moment, and then slowly but surely (and as covertly as possible) she slides the tip of her umbrella over to Suzu, before giving her a good
POKE
in the back with it. ]
Hey, Chloe-chan!
[ That's?? Close enough right?? It's certainly less of a mouthful than the whole thing and it sorta sounds like Clochette right?? Right. ]
If there's ever a slow day in hell, you should keep me and my friends company. We hate being alone.