There we fucking go. Trying to get in here through Unions bullshit protocols was a hassle without getting any interference. I'd like to browse the Omninet in peace thank you.
Doesn't mean anyone else's browsing history is safe.
Callsign Charade, LL4 Enkidu pilot currently working under Union.
I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.
Come near me with anything Harrison related I'll crash your Comp/Con quicker than you can upload an .omif. HA deserves 0 of my time or attention anymore.
OOC: Hello!! Not new to rping but new (~6 months) to lancer and brand new its rp scene. I've been rping on and off tumblr for about 12 years now however
Mod is 21+ main blog is @lashydsdomain so I'll be following from there.
Blog will probably contain the typical things you'd find in lancer (violence, gore, ect) but i have no current plans other than just getting a feel for the space and posting as my lancer group moves through modules. I've finished solstice rain and we're currently working on starting the long rim running homebrew stuff. if you're curious, the tag i use for it is #campaign diary
if you want more info about octanna/charade, here's a silly profile that shows their vibe, and a more in depth lancer centric one
I'm goin' feral. Straight fuckin' slapstick. Fuck it, the only weapons I use are claws. I keep the squad with me just so I can structure 'em myself before I Go Loud. Put me in the ring, I will solo your named Ultra and half their army like this shit was Armored Core. Haters say I lost my humanity, they lost their fuckin' lives. That's just the numbers. Yeah, sure, I got a handler, he handles the lawyers and I handle the opps.
I am them, I will continue to be them, last time I died it was from pulmonary thembolism. The fury within me would burst your body at the seams, punk. I'm hitting combat stims so heinous that I have to get organ transplants every six months. Occasionally I grieve for the person I once was; I do not have a punchline for that one. Smokin' straight existential horror, I do not fear death because I am ready to leave this life behind. Haters can't see my inner turmoil behind these Lux-Iconic Louis Vuitton antiphotonic trueblack shades, I got 'em avoiding eye contact.
v// Marriage saved, family found, hunting for a mother with my claws out.
v// Convinced coincidences no longer exist, so can't wait to clock that bitch's lights out even if we're meant to be possibly saving her.
v// She has harmed more than one person I care about. Though... I feel the issue may arise that the lesson will be learned as we have that answers and confrontation are never as satisfying as we wish it to be.
v// Marriage saved, family found, hunting for a mother with my claws out.
v// Convinced coincidences no longer exist, so can't wait to clock that bitch's lights out even if we're meant to be possibly saving her.
v// She has harmed more than one person I care about. Though... I feel the issue may arise that the lesson will be learned as we have that answers and confrontation are never as satisfying as we wish it to be.
...I don't think I'll ever get used to humans. They surprise me, constantly, at their incredulous behaviors and ever changing natures. Their patterns make no sense to me.
My pilot, I have known him for long. Too long. I had known him when he was nothing but a husk unworthy of my time. I had known him when he had given in to the pirates that taken him the first time-- our very meeting was upon that capture, and he was not a man. He was broken. Found his saviors at the bottom of the bottle, or between the legs of women, while never having the gull to carve a meaning for himself. Never had he saw it worth the time to save own life he thought was blasphemous.
I hated him for it.
This capture, this second capture, was different.
I saw glimpses of his old self. Glimpses of that man who accepted whatever came his way not for opportunistic glory but because he believed he has seen enough. He accepted he was going to die. A long time ago, perhaps I would have let him.
Yet, I couldn't.
Maybe it was out of self-preservation, but I couldn't. Not while I was strewn about on an operating table, cords and wires gored through my ribs, electric impulses forcing me to be silent as the pirates dug through my exoskeleton and into my very nerves.... I couldn't scream. I couldn't move.
I needed to live. To see tomorrow. Always a tomorrow. Keep going. Keep moving forward. To be still, to be stagnant, is to die. And I can't die before I end our oppressor's life. I can't die if I want to be free. I needed him alive. Needed us alive.
He used to not understand. We used to not understand. It must have crept up on us, this mutual, silent word. My hurt became his. His became mine. Anger. Guilt. Restlessness. I wouldn't let him sit. He wouldn't let me go bloodless. Revelations came. Time has gone.
He came back for me.
He came back for me.
I've switched so many hands. I never cared. No, I thought I didn't care. It was what I paid to have my freedom, to never be discovered, but it is nice to have one brick to myself than to have a home that is not a home. And perhaps that is what he paid for, too. My old master's heir was a ruinous foundation. My pilot could not build a home.
Now he can.
But what lurks beyond the horizon is curious still. And dark. And dreadful. Memories that I cannot remember. Creatures that I once discovered but never knew. Who are they? Friend or foe? Threat or ally? I captured them, but what did I help to jail, exactly?
It was so long ago... I have stopped counting the hands of pilots. Of time....
My body was not always my body. Do I deserve to know it? Memories of once was but hard reaching are arduously dark, and perhaps those that are well acquainted within the shadowy dwellings of a vault shouldn't always see light.
....I can't let myself be distracted by things that don't matter to me in the present.
He came back for me. His kin fought for me.
And thus I think I have presently found the perfect army to wield against RA....
v// I have my husband back. I don't think my body's caught up yet, but I can feel the tears behind my eyes.
v// No one is getting out of this alive. I will not allow useless pirates who should have died like the roaches they are to touch the things I have to live for.
v// I have my husband back. I don't think my body's caught up yet, but I can feel the tears behind my eyes.
v// No one is getting out of this alive. I will not allow useless pirates who should have died like the roaches they are to touch the things I have to live for.
v// I have my husband back. I don't think my body's caught up yet, but I can feel the tears behind my eyes.
v// No one is getting out of this alive. I will not allow useless pirates who should have died like the roaches they are to touch the things I have to live for.
