No Longer In Charge

A Persona Cataclysm RP Blog. Certa is the ex-leader of a rebellion against an evil megacorporation, with a desire to bring them to justice with the wish she'll receive once the cataclysm is over. She was forged into a socially-stunted, remorseless killer by Contractus Incorporated, and a manipulative, stubborn lady by the long con she played against them.

[certacyborgleader-blog]

The Hole

Certa had been anxiously awaiting some action for a very long time now. As much as she abated her desires for combat, ingrained over two centuries of nearly non-stop fighting, it was not enough. Peace was still something very foreign to her mind, and spending her spare time fixing and repairing tech only kept her mind off of the concept of peace, rather than helping her get used to it. 

So when the first rumbles and initial wave of panic heralded its arrival, Certa made her way there post-haste, hoping that she’d get a real taste of battle here. And with the shadows and the demons both bringing the other persona users into the hole, she knew this would be an excellent opportunity to sate her bloodlust--even if she wouldn’t have called it by that term. She took a quick estimation of how deep the hole was before jumping in, expecting to do a combat roll to lessen the impact. 

Fortunately, the dense foliage on the way down meant she didn’t have to. Caught up in the same sort of recklessness that got her yelled at by Togami not too long ago, she began exploring, keeping a wary eye out for any shadows, and suppressing any feelings of awe she experienced from the sights down here. She would be lead to a battlefield here, and she knew that quite well.

In her desire for battle, she was the first to make her way within sight of the stepped temple. However, while she did not mind the combat she was engaging in with these shadows, she was being careful not to provoke too many at once, for she did recognize she lacked the power she once wielded. She could’ve went back to find another Persona User to group up with, but she didn’t, instead opting to keep fighting cautiously until one caught up with her. 

[fannist]

PLEASE REBLOG THIS IS A SAFETY WARNING

This clown thing is the weirdest and scariest thing to happen around here. For those of you that don’t know what’s happening, there are people dressing up in clown costumes and going around Texas and other states as well to do all sorts of things. Some have killed people, some try and lead young people put into the woods, some are just there to scare people, but this is very serious. There are some within twenty minutes of where I live. Today a friend of mine was really worried because one of the clowns posted a picture on instagram from INSIDE of her cousin’s school’s gym which is about an hour from our school. Her cousin’s next class was gym.

PLEASE be safe if you live in Texas, especially North Texas right now. I expect it’s going to be terrible the night of Halloween because everyone will be dressed up. Please be careful and if you see one of these clowns immediately get out of there and call the police. DO NOT GO UP TO THEM. Just stay away and stay safe.

Even if you don’t live here please reblog this, it is very important that people see this and know what is going on.

[lazershowlights]

Just an added note to this if you are stupid enough to dress up like a clown, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED! I know for a fact Houston PD and I heard rumor that a few others ARE picking up ANYONE seen dressed as a clown. I do not know if they are planning to do this halloween night or not but I think it is safe to say they WILL. Also if you think it’s funny to make a social media account as a clown and threaten a school IT IS A TERRORIST THREAT CHARGE. And that means you will NEVER get a job in your life.

As @fannist said IF YOU SEE ANY CLOWNS PLEASE STAY AWAY AND CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY. IF AND ONLY IF IT IS SAFE TO DO SO TRY AND GET A PICTURE IF NOT MAKE SURE TO TAKE A MENTAL NOTE OF THE CLOWN INCLUDING HEIGHT AND OUTFIT (SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE) TO GIVE TO THE POLICE. THIS IS NOT A JOKE OR A PRANK. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS. If you have any questions, feel free to inbox me as I work with he Houston Office of Emergency Management and should be able to answer any questions you may have, or if I can’t answer them I will know who to send you to. 

[thymeforpuns-blog]

Another Golem appears?! (Closed - Certa)

[certacyborgleader-blog]

She wasn’t so much glad he didn’t interrupt her, as much as she avoided being irked because he didn’t. It was an unconscious expectation she wasn’t quite aware she had for others, and when you expect something like no interruptions to happen, can you really be happy when it does? 

She took the time to listen to him in turn, glancing downwards at his pity, but smiling as he mentioned how she helped people. She more than knew how helping people could lead to forming allies, and with his advice she formed the association with forming friends as well. The second part had her mulling it over, however. While she was good at looking at individuals through the lens of alliances and capabilities, she still had trouble seeing them as individuals. And so she answered with a “Wondering how.” 

[thymeforpuns-blog]

“So, you want me to try and explain a little more? Well, I’ll try my best! Every single person is different: some differences are visible right away. Like, my favorite color is blue, as you can see - but your fave color is probably different than mine, right? Conversely, every single person has their own personality: some are go-getters who jump into dangerous situations just so they can help others, some people are shy and like to keep to themselves, so trying to befriend one of them would require understanding and being patient of their want for space a little. You have to get to know a person before you can know what they’re like - a good way to do that is by just talking with them.”

A pause, before he tried explaining a little more. “You know, ask them what stuff they like, or ask them to go someplace they like with you: or you could invite them to a place you like, so they get to know you a little more and strike up a friendly conversation with you! There’s not just one specific way to make friends and get to know people…so I’d be here all day if I tried to explain all’a them! But that’s what makes the world so great…there’s so many ways of making cool new friends.”

He’s rather passionate about it, if nothing else.

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa listens attentively to what he was saying. Logically, it did make sense, even if she was a little clueless as to where he was going. She was considering asking how to talk to people when he paused, but was glad she waited for him to continue explaining, for that answered her question. Well, in a way. 

She still wasn’t quite sure how to do it herself, but at least now she had guidelines and ideas. She knew quite well she could use the practice, and thus decided to start practicing with him. “Interests?” she asks, still very much lacking in the words department. 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

May’s happiness about their personas rubbed off on Certa, as clearly evidenced by her slight smile. She was anticipating the next fight, having not fully gotten out of the habits she was in from the rebellion and her time with Contractus Incorporated, but she was genuinely somewhat happy in that moment. It must be infectious. 

She lets out a brief, light giggle at May’s question, before holding herself to her usual external composure. “Cyborg,” she answers briefly. She didn’t blame May for not quite grasping the multiple realities thing, it was something that took her a little time to get used to as well. 

Normally Certa wasn’t that great at picking up social cues, but she was trying to improve in that regard. Thankfully, repeated glances in her direction were an obvious enough that it wasn’t hard for her to pick up after the third or fourth time. A quick probability assessment suggested that May was simply trying to figure out what looked off about her, and the next time May looked, Certa motioned over to a spot or two where it was particularly obvious. 

She both did and didn’t quite notice May’s flustered reaction upon her last look. She got the sense something was off, which lead to her headtilting, but she couldn’t quite place where. The possible unintentional innuendo May said would’ve likely went over Certa’s head simply because she was so unused to flirting–were it not for May’s pause. She was silently glad May caught herself, apparently. 

“Refectus, has Zio: Electric, Counter. Social Links provided Gry: Gravity, Zan: Blast,” Certa explains. As was her nature, her persona was far more offensively focused. 

[gentlysweeps-deactivated2018121]

Oh. Well then. Uh. Er.

May’s cheery attitude was a natural source of light, friendly atmosphere, and she was very much at ease in social situations. Making friends and chatting about stuff was virtually the lifeblood of this young, positive soul. Well, one of them, apart from music and stuff. She naturally had the ‘gift of the gab’, and it served her well.

However, it seemed that the cyborg’s somewhat aesthetically pleasing looks, and pleasant smile and giggle contrasting her usually stoic outward demeanor, was…not helping May get her bearings. It wasn’t exactly an unpleasant feeling. Rather nice and warm inside actually…yeah, hopefully she could make that happen more often. It was always nice to be or make someone happy, right? She was gonna stick with that.

“Oh, uh, ‘cyborg’, sorry. I suppose I should’ve noticed the rest of ya, was distracted I guess, eheh.” May. May, goddamnit, why did you say that, that sounded weird. This was gonna just…wait, what did she say earlier? ‘What kind stuff you rocking? My gal’s…or…my?’ Oh jeez May, you’re making this kinda awkward.

May slightly blinks, reasserting herself back into her direct, earnest manner. Just focus on the nice feelings for now, and just keep talking. “Ah, sweet. I’ve got Bufu, Garu, and Zio and Gry too! I got a feeling I’m gonna be the backup gal, keep everyone supported, while it sounds like you kick ass and take names. Sounds like we might compliment each other okay in future!” Totally no circumstantial context to that last bit, nope.

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa’s attitude had been forged into stubbornness and spite by the very organization she hated. Admittedly, it wasn’t nearly as apparent in the Cataclysm because there was nobody from Contractus Incorporated to fight. But it had also lead to her being very dedicated and perhaps a tad secretive, for you don’t keep secrets for that long without becoming a little dishonest. 

Certa herself didn’t exactly see happiness as wrong as she normally saw it as being out-of-place for her. Sure, pride and overconfidence could be her downfall in battle, but happiness? She hadn’t gotten many chances to be happy while working both for and later against Contractus Incorporated, and so it normally felt odd to her. For some reason, she didn’t quite feel that way now. 

She put two and two together about what felt so odd about May’s reaction, and was now giving her a surprisingly light glare, one that conveyed ‘Really?’ rather than anything harsher. Perhaps that was because Certa had the feeling it was completely unintentional--she was trying to improve in the social skills department. 

Her glare let up as May changed the subject, her smile returning, although not as apparent as it was before. “It does,” she says, missing the implication of the last statement. “Adnunt support too.” 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

fight Adnunt

She gives you a very firm “No” and a death glare. As much as she disliked Adnunt coming with her to the Cataclysm, he was still one of her most trusted and valuable associates. 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Useless, Certa thought as there was little to no response to her command. Oh how she would soon be proved wrong, but in the time it took for Tsukasa to finally awake his persona, Certa had used Counter several times. 

Maybe not, she thought when she was finally healed and given the instruction. She honestly wasn’t sure how much more of the shadow’s attacks she could take before she had to be carried back to town, and so was very happy when she heard that news. Silently she commanded her persona to zap the shadow, which briefly drew its attention off of her. With a zap of her own, the shadow was thankfully defeated. 

“Let’s go,” she says, getting up and ignoring the minor injuries she had–which made it very clear she was a cyborg. She took a moment to adjust herself before heading off in the direction she remembered town was. 

[boundinxgossamerarchive-blog]

It’s jarring and surreal how easily Tsukasa’s party member is able to dismiss this whole…thing. At least from what Tsukasa can assume, the whole of Cataclysm has only been given a limited explanation on what the power of Persona is. To not have questions or to even act a little surprised is almost frustrating; then again, Tsukasa can’t say he is disappointed. This whole event has demonstrated that this “person” has an obscure mindset about interacting. 

He sighs and shakes his thoughts away, picking his feet up when he realizes he’s lagging behind. 

“Um…I’m sorry about that whole thing…” He mumbles and frowns at having to apologize, but here it is necessary. “And…Thank you for your help. Could you tell me your name? Mine’s Tsukasa.” 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

To be fair, Certa already had a number of questions she might’ve had about her persona answered beforehand. Primarily from Adnunt, who had been looking into it within the local library, but also from others too. 

Tsukasa was pretty spot-on about Certa’s mindset towards interactions. She really was socially clueless, having worked her way up to a top position within Contractus Incorporaed the hard way. 

“Understood, Certa,” she responds to Tsukasa’s statements and question. That’s one habit that wasn’t going to change very readily. If something could be answered adequately in few words, she’d use few words. 

[sexlessrpmemes]

Send me a character/URL and my character will tell you how much they want to fight that person

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

sexlessrpmemes:

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa took note of the other with a bored glance when she heard the other presumably referring to herself. There wasn’t nearly as much action to take part in within the Cataclysm, and her job only helped her pass the time a little bit. 

She acknowledged the other’s ‘excuse me’ by turning to look directly at them, saying nothing until after the questions were asked. The implication that she needed clothes for anything other than the utility left her slightly miffed, as it wasn’t like she even had the parts down there to gawp at. “Certa, no, full-body cyborg,” she answers tersely. It’s clear she had no shame about being practically naked either. 

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

“Lyra Stratford.  A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”  She bows politely before returning to the matter at hand.

“While it might not be necessary, wouldn’t it be better to wear clothing?  You’d probably be able to pass as a human.  Right now, you stick out.  Anybody who wanted to would be able to locate you almost immediately.  And a lot of people pay attention to you with your lack of dress too.”

“I’m not asking you to wear a whole lot or anything that would impede your functions, whatever those are.  I could pick out a few articles that would work and wouldn’t get in the way, if you don’t feel like picking them out yourself.”

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa returned the bow ever so slightly, but otherwise didn’t respond to Lyra’s introduction. 

She did listen to her reasoning, and it did sound quite valid. Didn’t stop her from letting out a mechanical sigh. “Fine. You pick.” She hadn’t had the need nor the opportunity to go clothes shopping in a long time. 

[plasticdynasty]

character flaws

All characters have flaws, it’s part of what makes them interesting and relatable. But exploring those flaws can sometimes be tricky, especially when the character is supposed to be a hero. I made this little questionnaire to help me explore some flaws in my own characters. Feel free to use it if you think you’ll find it helpful!

Most of the questions should have some kind of answer, no matter whether it’s as horrible as “they murdered five thousand people in cold blood” or as tiny as “they forgot to return a library book that one time.”

Fill out all the answers or do it as an ask meme, whichever you prefer! (Please, remember to use trigger warnings for the more violent or upsetting stuff.)

What makes your character angry or upset?

What makes your character lose their patience with someone else?

What do they do when they get angry, hurt, or upset, and snap?

When has their curiosity or thoughtlessness lead them to intruding over another’s boundries?

When trying to relate to other people, what does your character find difficult to understand?

Does your character have any prejudices?

When have they totally failed to think of another person’s needs?

What’s the most inappropriate thing they’ve ever done (whether by accident or deliberately) and why?

When have they put their own goals above the safety, happiness, or general wellbeing of others?

Who have they hurt, and how/why? Were they sorry for what they did?

What’s the worst thing they’ve done out of frustration or a bad temper?

What’s the worst thing they’ve done out of pure malice or hatred?

Regardless of whether they would actually act on it… what type of angry, violent, disturbing or vengeful thoughts does your character have? 

What crimes or bad deeds has your character committed?

What are some of their worst habits?

What’s the most selfish thing they’ve ever done?

What lies or dishonest/misleading comments have they told? (Including “white lies” to spare someone’s feelings.) Have they ever withheld the truth?

What’s the most violent thing they ever did?

What might tempt them to go against their own moral code?

What do they feel sorry for? What do they regret the most?

What’s the stupidest mistake they ever made?

Why did they split up with their last romantic partner (if applicable)

What made them end a friendship? (if applicable)

What’s the worst thing they’ve said or done to a family member? and finally…

What are they doing, if anything, to make themselves a better person? 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa already experienced her life never being the same, a long time ago in fact. It wasn’t something she particularly liked thinking about, but when she did she could not deny that it did come along and invalidate practically everything she did until that point. Namely, before she was converted into a Cuniculator, she was a healer, although she barely remembered her time as one at this point. The conversion process stripped her of her healing abilities and her connection to her faith, and placed her in a toxic environment where it was plunder resources for Contractus Incorporated or die. 

Compared to that, Certa earning her own persona barely even registered on her radar of major life changes. Subconsciously, it was basically a free upgrade to her abilities, distinguished from the many upgrades she obtained from Contractus Incorporated only by its nature. She could tell it came from the soul rather than technology, but that was a simple footnote to knowing she had these new capabilities. 

Certa was still itching for some actual combat, her job as a mechanic not being nearly challenging enough for someone of her prowess. However, until a legitimate threat popped up, she’d rather not get scolded by Togami. Her mood improved ever-so-slightly when she spotted a familiar face eating breakfast–not like she needed or even could do so. 

Naturally, she walked over to the familiar face, and gave a slight smile as she listened. “Agreed, got mine,” she adds. From helping someone (who was admittedly reluctant towards the help) get back into town from the Veil. She shook her head at the remark about breakfast, but did take a seat down next to her. “Don’t need food,” she explains. 

[gentlysweeps-deactivated2018121]

“Well shit, guess we got something in common then. Buddies!” May was always one to look on the positives of things, especially stuff that benefited her and others. “Wait, what? Hang on a sec, are you a robot or something? Sorry, kinda rude to ask, but I’d had my suspicions for a while, and wow I’m still getting used to this whole ‘from multiple realities’ deal.”

Of course, like any self respecting modern young person and dork, she read and watched a lot of sci fi stuff, and was smart enough to put two and two together, especially considering what Adnunt had told her earlier actually. Yeah, thinking about it now, they kinda seemed weirdly…connected? May always did have a pretty good intuition.

She takes a bit to finish up her breakfast, and ponder over this new information. So she knew a cyborg. That was certainly something to cross off the bucket list. She couldn’t help look over at her from time to time, as if retaking in her appearance. She could actually see it now she knew, the subtly off appearance of synthetic stuff. 

Still, she was remarkably easy on the eyes, still kinda cute actuaahwoah there May, hold your horses. She hopes the other lady doesn’t notice the slightly flustered way she swallows the last of her food. “So, uh, Certa. What kind stuff you rocking? My gal’s…or…my?” She was still kinda thinking over the implications of the whole ‘I am thou, thou are I’ thing. “…name is Terpsichore. ‘sgot sonic/force, called Zan apparently?, and heals. And I think I might have other stuff to, thanks to the social links apparently? Which is about right, since I play guitar and all, and I’m all about peeps having a good time and doing okay!”

[certacyborgleader-blog]

May’s happiness about their personas rubbed off on Certa, as clearly evidenced by her slight smile. She was anticipating the next fight, having not fully gotten out of the habits she was in from the rebellion and her time with Contractus Incorporated, but she was genuinely somewhat happy in that moment. It must be infectious. 

She lets out a brief, light giggle at May’s question, before holding herself to her usual external composure. “Cyborg,” she answers briefly. She didn’t blame May for not quite grasping the multiple realities thing, it was something that took her a little time to get used to as well. 

Normally Certa wasn’t that great at picking up social cues, but she was trying to improve in that regard. Thankfully, repeated glances in her direction were an obvious enough that it wasn’t hard for her to pick up after the third or fourth time. A quick probability assessment suggested that May was simply trying to figure out what looked off about her, and the next time May looked, Certa motioned over to a spot or two where it was particularly obvious. 

She both did and didn’t quite notice May’s flustered reaction upon her last look. She got the sense something was off, which lead to her headtilting, but she couldn’t quite place where. The possible unintentional innuendo May said would’ve likely went over Certa’s head simply because she was so unused to flirting--were it not for May’s pause. She was silently glad May caught herself, apparently. 

“Refectus, has Zio: Electric, Counter. Social Links provided Gry: Gravity, Zan: Blast,” Certa explains. As was her nature, her persona was far more offensively focused. 

[boundinxgossamerarchive-blog]

certacyborgleader:

Tsukasa hears her speaking to him, and the unmistakable sounds of her getting attacked by the Shadow. He grimaces, and keeps his head down, hunched over and holding his staff close to his chest. Every fiber of Tsukasa’s being demands that he run away, and he inwardly chastises himself for being so selfish. 

But what can he possibly do? 

The flashes finally lift his eyes to attention, and the strange apparition that came from nowhere–in a moment of clarity, and almost like a chain reaction, Tsukasa hits his staff to the ground, calling forth Hesperus. Or at least, that’s the name seared into his mind when the ragged child holding a visor over its face appears. 

Now, the “sense” Tsukasa has been experiencing finally reveals its purpose. Suddenly, he’s aware of every Shadow in this immediate area; luckily, they’re far enough away to not be provoked, but that might change if the fight lasts any longer.  Without saying anything out loud, Tsukasa instructs his Persona to heal Certa, and quickly analyzes the Shadow– 

“It’s weak to electricity. Hit it as hard as you can!” 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Useless, Certa thought as there was little to no response to her command. Oh how she would soon be proved wrong, but in the time it took for Tsukasa to finally awake his persona, Certa had used Counter several times. 

Maybe not, she thought when she was finally healed and given the instruction. She honestly wasn’t sure how much more of the shadow’s attacks she could take before she had to be carried back to town, and so was very happy when she heard that news. Silently she commanded her persona to zap the shadow, which briefly drew its attention off of her. With a zap of her own, the shadow was thankfully defeated. 

“Let’s go,” she says, getting up and ignoring the minor injuries she had--which made it very clear she was a cyborg. She took a moment to adjust herself before heading off in the direction she remembered town was. 

[rocketcandycouture]

Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[gentlysweeps-deactivated2018121]

certacyborgleader

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(ack, I truly apologize for being so inactive on…

May had always heard of life ‘never being the same’ before, especially in her lead up to adulthood, but was never quite sure whether to really hold any water in it. After all, life always goes on, doesn’t it? Surely, something didn’t just come along and magically invalidate everything you’ve done up until that point. Obviously, big things happen and stuff changes, but people were still people.

Granted, ‘magical’ was probably something she shouldn’t scoff at at this point. Not after she now had bonafide supernatural powers at her disposal. The memory of summoning Persona, still fresh in her mind after her recent outing with Roxas not a day or two ago, still sent a kind of shiver through her. The way her very soul seemed to just glow with power wasn’t something she was gonna forget…or have to wait long to re-experience, now that she thought about it.

The young guitarist was pondering these thoughts over a spot of breakfast in the hotel, chewing through some egg and bacon on toast, feeling ready to start the day relatively bright and early. Relatively, at least. The awakening had been fairly demanding on the woman, so she was taking it a bit easier than usual. Didn’t prevent her from being all chipper when she happened to spot a familiar face from where she was sitting.

“Oh, hiya. Don’t know if ya heard, but I got that Persona you offered to help with! It’s pretty sweet I have to say, no wonder you wanted to speed me up.” She gestures to the table she is currently sitting down at. “C’mon, sit down for some breakfast, catch up!”

@certacyborgleader

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa already experienced her life never being the same, a long time ago in fact. It wasn’t something she particularly liked thinking about, but when she did she could not deny that it did come along and invalidate practically everything she did until that point. Namely, before she was converted into a Cuniculator, she was a healer, although she barely remembered her time as one at this point. The conversion process stripped her of her healing abilities and her connection to her faith, and placed her in a toxic environment where it was plunder resources for Contractus Incorporated or die. 

Compared to that, Certa earning her own persona barely even registered on her radar of major life changes. Subconsciously, it was basically a free upgrade to her abilities, distinguished from the many upgrades she obtained from Contractus Incorporated only by its nature. She could tell it came from the soul rather than technology, but that was a simple footnote to knowing she had these new capabilities. 

Certa was still itching for some actual combat, her job as a mechanic not being nearly challenging enough for someone of her prowess. However, until a legitimate threat popped up, she’d rather not get scolded by Togami. Her mood improved ever-so-slightly when she spotted a familiar face eating breakfast--not like she needed or even could do so. 

Naturally, she walked over to the familiar face, and gave a slight smile as she listened. “Agreed, got mine,” she adds. From helping someone (who was admittedly reluctant towards the help) get back into town from the Veil. She shook her head at the remark about breakfast, but did take a seat down next to her. “Don’t need food,” she explains. 

[darkarieado]

Frustration (Closed- Certa)

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Unfortunately for Twogami, Certa neither slept nor stayed in the hotel that often. Fortunately though, she did eventually show up carrying a simple leather bag filled with something. And the glare she saw from him gave her pause in her step, although she registered a moment later that it was not the kind of glare that held murderous contempt. Such actions would be rather counterproductive, all things considered. 

“Mines,” she says simply, glancing briefly to the bag she was carrying. “Why?” is her next question, more than a little puzzled as to why this was a concern. 

[darkarieado]

Even if the madam did not show up right away as expected, the impostor was smart enough to know that with the hotel was basically the ‘main hub’ of this entire city: people heading one way or another would have to pass it eventually. All they had to do was wait. They could be patient when they’d set their focus on something, and indeed: they were not going to leave this spot until they got the message through to the madam.

Eventually, she did indeed show up - and the glare they were giving off made her halt in her steps before correctly guessing what it was they wanted to speak with her about. …Wait. She had to ask WHY they wanted to talk to her about going in the mines?! REALLY?

“Oy, oy…why are you asking me that? I mean, really - you should be able to figure out why I want to talk to you as the leader of the group about this. If you really must have it spelled out like I do to commoners, very well. I’m only going to say this once, so pay attention.”

Though their tone remained leveled, one could easily tell from the glare that the leader was giving off that they were not very pleased at all.

“Correct me if I am wrong, but a certain someone told me that you were foolish enough to go into the mines of this town with only one person accompanying you. Even though they are exceedingly dangerous. Even though you could very well have died in there without proper help and assistance, you apparently just rushed right on in.”

At this point, the leader was gripping the fabric of their clothes as they folded their arms, in an effort to hold back emotion.

“Please, tell me that I misheard, that it was an incorrect statement - because if you truly were that foolish, I’m going to have some severe things to say…”

[certacyborgleader-blog]

His indignation at her question took her by surprise, soon followed up by a scowl as he berated her for not being able to figure it out for herself. The displeased scowl faded slightly as he pointed out the risks, as she protectively held her bag of valuables. Internally, she was dreading what he was going to say next, and it was starting to sink in that she hadn’t calculated the benefits of risk and reward properly. 

In her dread, she desperately wanted to say it was incorrect, but she knew she had gone down into the mines. And she also knew that lying would only provoke being further berated--plus she’d have to explain where she got the bag of treasure she was carrying from. She glanced at the ground for what felt like a long time, as she didn’t want to admit she had messed up. But ultimately, as much as she hated it, conceding that she’d misjudged the risks seemed like the best way to lessen the severity of his words. That didn’t stop her scowl from deepening as she said “Misjudged risks.” 

[thymeforpuns-blog]

Another Golem appears?! (Closed - Certa)

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Her hesitation in actually admitting she needed help was clear as she averted her gaze while he was making the offer. It was a few moments after he made it that she said, “Need learn.” Logic won out over stubbornness, this time around. 

Well, she’d already told one person about her story. Another wouldn’t hurt, especially with him not being from her universe. “Enslaved early, resented evil megacorporation. Saw ruthless crackdown rebellion. Kept secret, played long con. Gained enhancements, waited 99.9% success. Stole personally designed ship, rebelled. Started successful rebellion.”

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Ricken bobbed up and down in curious anticipation for what the madam’s answer might be as he waited for her response to whether she wanted actual help or not: and it seemed that the fact Social Links were super important was the thing that won her over after a good few minutes of thought, she admitting that she needed to learn. Nodding, Ricken waited for her to tell her story first before he explained anything because to interrupt people was rude.

He didn’t want to do that. “Oh, so…you had some really tough times before coming here? I’m so sorry you had to go through something like that, but…you were able to help a lot of people who were also suffering, so that’s really noble. That’s a good start in making friends, actually - friendship can be made when people come together to stand up in a common goal. Of course, that doesn’t mean you can’t become buddies with different people…because of differences, people can learn new things, and guide each-other to become better people! Uhm…am I making sense?”

Well, those were all quite thoughtful responses for one who looked so young. Seemed like the young man could say some very smart things sometimes.

[certacyborgleader-blog]

She wasn’t so much glad he didn’t interrupt her, as much as she avoided being irked because he didn’t. It was an unconscious expectation she wasn’t quite aware she had for others, and when you expect something like no interruptions to happen, can you really be happy when it does? 

She took the time to listen to him in turn, glancing downwards at his pity, but smiling as he mentioned how she helped people. She more than knew how helping people could lead to forming allies, and with his advice she formed the association with forming friends as well. The second part had her mulling it over, however. While she was good at looking at individuals through the lens of alliances and capabilities, she still had trouble seeing them as individuals. And so she answered with a “Wondering how.” 

[televisiondivision-blog]

@certacyborgleader

From what little Clarissa had heard about her, Certa did not sound like the kind of person she wanted to talk to. Stubborn, some said. Rash, said others. A leader, said Adnunt. Tiring, Clarissa thought.

But, most importantly, she was also very mechanically minded. And Clarissa needed something built. If that meant owing a favour to a weird, alien, punchy cyborg lady, then so be it.

Even with Adnunt’s directions, it took her a while to track down the place where she worked. Clarissa just hoped she was actually in today, and not off punching shadows or something.

She shoved the door open with her shoulder and made her way into the workshop. “Hello?” she called. “I’m looking for, uh, Certa?”

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Of course, with the century-long trials she’s went through, there were reasons to directly justify nearly all of that. Although she was the kind to zap enemies rather than punch them, and were the rashness pointed out she’d say she had little idea of just what she was dealing with. Not that it’d make much of a difference. 

Her mechanically-minded nature, built up over those centuries of treating cyborgs for injuries rather than organics, was what made her so well-suited to working in a repair shop. The only issue was that the tools she was working with were far lower tech than what she was used to, but better that then no tools at all. 

Even if it was something of a challenge it still didn’t manage to sate her restlessness. She felt she should be doing more to help save the universe right now, but she also knew she needed to get stronger first. Which, perhaps frustratingly, meant she needed to form and build up social links. 

She looked over to Clarissa when her name was called. “Yes?” she acknowledges, while simultaneously inquiring why she was wanted. She never was one for using more words than needed, and that response was no exception. She did set aside the parts she was working with for now, however. 

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

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“Huh, it’s another one…?”  A ways away from her, a fairly human-looking—er, android?  Cyborg?  She’d have to ask about the proper terminology later.  Anyways, the person walking looks quite human, unlike the other one she’s seen walking around.  In fact, the only reason she can tell the person isn’t human is… well, she’s not wearing enough clothes.  Any, actually.  Except for a utility vest.

“Um, excuse me.”  Nothing to do but to inform her directly, Lyra supposes.  “What’s your name?  And by the way, isn’t it cold?  You’re… a robot, or an android, right?  But, uh, you should probably still get some clothes on your lower half, even if you don’t need it.”

[certacyborgleader-blog]

Certa took note of the other with a bored glance when she heard the other presumably referring to herself. There wasn’t nearly as much action to take part in within the Cataclysm, and her job only helped her pass the time a little bit. 

She acknowledged the other’s ‘excuse me’ by turning to look directly at them, saying nothing until after the questions were asked. The implication that she needed clothes for anything other than the utility left her slightly miffed, as it wasn’t like she even had the parts down there to gawp at. “Certa, no, full-body cyborg,” she answers tersely. It’s clear she had no shame about being practically naked either.