Ties That Bind

RP/Ask Blog for Nona Nadini, an Epithet Erased OC. Follows from sundialhunter. WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!!

[fatetwiined]

Blinks.

Looks up.

“...Okay, so I know the saying ‘I sense a disturbance in the Force’ is...like really old and cringe, even, but--”

[fatetwiined]

Does Nona like physical contact? Like hugs, handshakes, etc.?

"Oh! Uh! I don't mind hugs! I mean--maybe not from a total stranger, though...? But I don't mind being touched or anything like that. So...I guess I do!"

She beams. She's like a small ball of yarn. Nice to hold!

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Beyond The Tides

(( @ocean-raider ))

BOOM!

She saw this coming--had told the guards, who took her to the general in charge of this Navy port. They all KNEW what she could SEE, how she used this special sight of hers to gaze far beyond the horizon and chart the lands and seas and everything in between.

This is one of the most fortified ports in the Seven Seas! Let those pirates come! All that awaits them here is their watery grave!

Now, Nona Nadini was an incredible asset to the Navy, and they treated her well enough--gave her room and board, and all the time in the world--the only thing they asked in return was the use of her sight, and her maps. Especially her maps--SHE was the sole reason how the Navy always got the best up-to-date maps before any other charter could ever draw up. It was no wonder why they’d put her in one of their most well-guarded ports.

BOOM!

Now if only that hoity-toity general had listened to her, then she wouldn’t be scrambling all over her room trying to salvage what she can before...before they got here. Who, she didn’t quite know, but they were PIRATES. She’s heard the stories.

The cannonfire outside rang in her ears. It wouldn’t be long before OTHER pirates got wind of what was going on, and then SWARMED the place looking for their share of supplies and gold--

There was--the guards. She heard them shouting outside, and then--and then their bodies hitting the floor. Her red eyes widened in fear before she grabbed her trusty whip Karma, pointing it at the door which was sure to be broken into at any moment. Her other arm was holding together a bag of her scrying materials and the most important maps she has.

“Back! Stay BACK!”

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🎀Nona Nadini🎀 on Twitter

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((It's 3 am and I made a Twitter for Nona))

((username is the same, I've never rp'd in Twitter so this will be an Experiment/Experience!!!! Yes......okay go bother her lawl))

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Fate Bound!~

((Thank you for reading my rules!!))

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((HEADCANON TIME))

((Nona’s powers allow her to see both healthy current relationships as well as past ones, and also those that AREN’T so healthy to begin with, or those that were unfortunately cut short by death.))

(( -For Nona, Relationships that ended because of death usually manifest as cut strings. HOW they were cut is a big hint to how they died--if the person burned, then their corresponding string would be burnt. If they drowned, the string would appear wet. If the string looks as if it was cleanly cut but had one of the effects above, then they were intentionally killed by that method, and the closer to where the string was cut, the more likely it is that the person they are attached to killed them (or at the very least, was very involved.) Using these many hints, Nona is able to very accurately gain almost TERRIFYING insight into a person just by looking at them.

-Unhealthy relationships manifest in different ways depending on the person, but the victim is usually tied up in some fashion by the strings of fate. Nona has seen many a person down the street that had someone’s string tied around their neck or ankle, or some other body part. It...concerns her. A lot.

-Healthy relationships, on the other hand, also manifest depending on the person she’s looking at, but the most meaningful ones--those of loved ones and lovers and friends--usually have their strings coming from the chest or their fingers--sometimes wrists, like bracelets.

-Fate strings come in many different colors! Sometimes they reflect the person they are attached to, sometimes they don’t. Nona has gotten very good at using the hints that her Epithet reveals to her to figure a person out, but even then, Nona can be entirely wrong and doesn’t like to invade on people’s privacy like that often. She’s very shy about that aspect of her Epithet--to the point where she doesn’t usually mention anything about it unless absolutely needed.))

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Burnt Ties

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horizon--bounty‌:

Right after her knuckles rapped on the window, she heard what sounds to be breaking glass. Yikes! Looks like someone is in here! And they look to be a scaredy cat. Oh, that won’t do. The one reason why she prefers a guy who thinks they can take down the notorious Zora Salazar is cause they got some gut to face her, ‘stead o’ just running away and making a giant show that she’s here. 

Let’s make this quick.

🔆 “Anyone hoooome?~” She coos out. Knock, knock, knock. “Ah mean, Ah heard that thing break, so I figured maybe someone is. Sounds pretty expensive!”

Creak. The window budges just a tiny bit. There’s a faint glow of orange that flared to life from the base of the window, and slowly spread around the frame. A gateway to Hell. A gateway to the Sun. 

🔆 “Why nawt put up tha kettle?” The same voice hums. Tastes of honey. “Clean up tha mess, pull up a seat! 

“Ah’m jus’ here fer a lil’ chat…”

Little does Zora know that that mug was just a cheap, dollar store grab Nona made not last week, but that was FAR beside the point. The pieces of said mug crunch audibly as Nona takes one, two, three slow steps back. Her body STILL refusing to properly fully switch from frozen in terror to ACTUAL flight mode...

Because that? That was unmistakably the glow of an Epithet on her unlocked window. Someone was here, someone Inscribed, and they were not--not going to have a simple chat. Death hung in the air in the form of tattered strings cut in AGONY, FEAR, ANGER, and the ones that were intact weren’t much better. The voice that rang in the air was laced with something sweet--but chilled the fate seer’s bones into ice. This was real. This was happening.

Think think think think think think think think THINK THINK THINK SHE IS GOING TO KILL YOU--

Her phone--charging in her room. If she screamed, she’d probably be silenced immediately by whoever this...woman is. She could run. She could run, but there was no telling how far she’d get when Nona left so little a trail behind in the first place. At least, she thought so.

THINK--

Karma--her whip--hung by the TV. Grab it grab it grab it before she came inside--!

The string-y cage moves with her as she fumbles quickly over her couch, knocking more things over and nearly tripping on the way. Her fingers close over the handle of her family heirloom, the one thing she brought with her.

She hopes to hell that the myth tied behind it is true in SOME fashion.

Her hands--her everything--trembled so hard her glasses went slightly askew. Nona’s grip on Karma was iron as she held the thing with both hands, pointing it back at the glowing window while shifting towards her front door.

“Sta--Stay--” Nona swallows, FORCING her voice out with some effort. It still sounded terrified. Meek. Like it would break at any moment. “Stay back--Ple--please--don’t--” Please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me please please please. “I--I don’t want...”

so much death and pain

too much time

what the fuck IS SHE

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Burnt Ties

(( Continued from here! @horizon--bounty ))

Nona lived alone.

Coming to Taiga Country was a trial in of itself, and it had only been a year since...well, since she chose a different path. There had been some bumps and obstacles, but...for the most part, everything had settled down into a routine that worked for her. She had tried very hard not to stand out, not to draw attention to herself, at least until more time had passed. Going at it alone for now was the best option. It kept herself safe and more focused on getting her life together.

She didn’t think anyone from home would bother to come after her. No one had any reason to come over to her apartment--the only people that knew where she lived was the mailman and officials that had her address--people that needed it and were authorized to know such things. She’s never invited anyone over. Hasn’t been around long enough in Uni to make any friends yet.

So when Nona heard a whistle in the air and a knock on her window, she felt her blood run cold. Something shatters--the mug full of warm cocoa spilling all over the floor under sharp pieces.

She looked back once. ONLY once, to see the shadowy figure that loomed behind it. She didn’t recognize who it was. Couldn’t see their face, and that somehow made it worse. The window was locked. It was locked, right? Did she lock it?

Couldn’t move. A rabbit frozen in fear, glowing red eyes fixated on what stood behind glass. A red ring forms around her feet, and suddenly, Sixth Sense triggers itself all on it’s own out of flight or fight instinct. From there she sees so much pain, so many cut threads, a sense of Fear and DEATH and Time and and and and--

there shouldn’t be so many why is there so many

who the fuck is that why are they here

why are they here

She doesn’t move. The ring at her feet lifts up, duplicating itself. Threads form between them, creating an odd crisscrossing cage of glowing red strings with Nona in the middle, still frozen in fear. Still as stone. Unblinking.

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Kings and Strings

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percival-queen‌:

Percy’s eyebrows raise when the girl— Nona— says she’s Class 2, but she offers a small smile.

“Already Class 2 at such a young age? I must say, I’m impressed.”

…and curious. She watches as Nona summons a tangle of red strings and starts weaving them back and forth like a kid playing a game. Surely such a simple Epithet couldn’t push someone into Orbit… could it?

“Issues controlling it, you say?” Percy leans back slightly in her seat, as if to get a better look at the girl. “I’m not surprised. If you already wield that kind of power, it may very well be that your Epithet has uses you can’t even imagine yet.”

Then she hastily motions to the banner above the booth with a smile. “Of course, there’s more than one way to assist the police force. If you truly don’t think combat is your style, why not take a gander at some of the other positions in the force? They’re all listed in the pamphlet.”

Wow. She REALLY wants her to take a pamphlet, huh?

“It--um--it’s not...” Nona sheepishly rubs the back of her neck--which looks kind of awkward because her strings are still attached to her fingers. Strangely, though, they don’t tangle. “I, uh--I kinda didn’t know I was Inscribed until like...I was 10, and I’d been subconsciously training my Epithet when I was...REALLY little, so that’s...kinda why?” It wasn’t uncommon for Inscribed to find out their Epithet later in life, and in some cases...they never found out at all.

Sometimes Nona wished she was the latter.

Nona looks up at the banner, the symbol of the Sweet Jazz Police Force shining proudly against music bars and notes. “...I guess a desk job wouldn’t be so bad...” Safer, and...she’d be around police people. If her past ever did reared it’s ugly head again, and there was Inscribed already in the force...

Nona looks down and gingerly takes a pamphlet. Oh...huh. ‘Check your local newspaper for any Epithet training programs from your local police force.’ That immediately caught her attention...maybe she could look more into that now that her winter break was coming up?

“Um...yeah. I’ll definitely look into it--I mean, I didn’t even know there was people out there who helped with stuff like...controlling your Epithet or anything.” Pause. Quietly, she mutters, “I just always assumed people just dealt with it.”

Assumed after she was told so. ‘Of course your gift would come with it’s price.’

Nona lightly shakes her head at the memory and smiles back at Percy. “If anything, even if I don’t end up in the force at all--uh...thank you. Really, I mean it. I just came to this country only, like...a year ago, and...it’s been a tad hard to adjust.”

Being alone wasn’t that great. Freeing? Yes. But...a little lonely. Most of that year was setting up her new life and just...thinking, about where to take it now.

“Um--if, uh--if you don’t mind me asking--and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to...” Oh, but she just HAD to know, now that they were on the topic. “What--what can your Epithet do...?”

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Psychic Connection

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psyncin-in-the-restrain‌:

[Saito was in his office, reading through some files. He was due to meet with a potential candidate for some training program. While the other officers were willing to accept some other students, they were shoving the more stronger Inscribed to him. The agent didn’t want to deal with anyone, until this one came in. His sights shot up and the first thing he saw were sunglasses. Almost immediately he stood up and his Epithet activated, finding means to make the light in his room more comfortable.]

[All he could at this time was assume. He assumed her eyesight was bad, but not bad enough to consider her blind. But that was it; it was just an assumption.]

“Ah, welcome. I was expecting you.” [After gaining an idea of her sensitivity, his Epithet turned off and the agent began fixing the lighting of the room accordingly.] “You must be Nona Nadini, right? The name’s Saito Sejima, I’m a special agent for the Sweet Jazz Police. I’m assigned to mentor you to help you gain a better understanding of your epithet and how to utilize it beyond what you’re able to do now.”

[The agent walked and leaned on his desk, now standing in front of the young woman.]

Ah--yeah, the light was a bit uncomfortable in here, so she was pretty thankful that Saito had adjusted the lighting for her.

“Oh--thank you for that...” Nona said, reaching up to put away her sunglasses for her regular glasses now that the room wasn’t so bright. “Um--yes, sir. That’s me. I’m Nona.” She awkwardly pauses, thumbing the strap of her bag nervously. “Yeah, uh--Miss King said that you’d be able to help me. I mean, not you specifically, just...that there was help.” She still had the pamphlet the officer gave her from a few weeks ago from the career day the university had.

“Oh--yeah, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sejima.”

She seemed rather nervous. For a moment, she doesn’t speak, but then she takes a deep breath and forced herself to continue. “Right, my, um...Epithet.”

Calm down. He’s here to help you.

She puts her hands in front of her and a web of red strings immediately appear between her fingers with a soft glow. She starts to play a string game with them--Nona always found that doing those helped her focus. “Well, er...I’m Class 2, but my Epithet mostly lets me make and move around strings and ropes and...stuff like that. I, uh--I didn’t know I was Inscribed until I was like...10, but apparently according to...” Pause. “...my parents, um...I’d been playing around with strings since I was 5, and they just assumed I just got it from somewhere else.”

So by the time she had her Epiphany, she was already well on her way to Class 2.

“...there’s...” Her voice gets very quiet. “...another thing it can do, but...I, um...It’s hard to explain, and...kinda freaks people out when I try to...show or explain it, I mean...”

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Joker || Fatetwiined

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cxnking‌:

@fatetwiined sent in  ⚠️ (still accepting)

Perce keeps their nose out of other people’s business. More for safety than anything else. And yet, just trying to get back home after a long day of swindling corporations out of their ill gotten money…

“Hey.”

They come to a stop as they happen upon a woman about their age being harassed by two street thugs.

“I don’t think she wants to talk.” Perce glances towards her. They slowly reach behind them, taking the hilt of a dagger in their hand as her other drifts out, readying to build a Wizard Tower. “So mayhaps you two should move along.”

The world wasn’t without it’s dangers. Even Nona knew this.

So it was real ironic when THIS happened. Trying SO hard to be unnoticeable, keeping her head down so no one would even think twice to look in her direction, and despite her efforts...

“I-I, ah--”

“Buzz off, witch. We saw her first.” One of them said, narrowing their misty grey eyes at the con. “Take yourself and your fucking costume back to your party or whatever.” Something like smoke seemed to rise from their shoes. The other, however, with bright green eyes, wasn’t so confident--they were already flicking their gaze to the hand that was going behind Perce’s back.

“Shit, she has a gun--!”

Several things happened at once.

A THICK fog suddenly appeared from the misty eyed Inscribed, and in her head, she heard something LOUD--something like a sharp noise, the kind that you heard during natural disasters to warn of a coming storm. It immediately kicked her systems into overdrive as Nona felt her arm being yanked to one side--

“HARDER YOU FALL!”

--and suddenly let go, as the green eyed thug landed right on their backside, tripping over a thick red rope that had appeared right in front of his feet. He takes a decent -10 damage, and writhes in pain for a while.

“Sixth Sense--!”

The world naturally darkens. Nona sees a bright, white colored string not too far away from her, leading off into the fog.

“He’s on your right--!”

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Kings and Strings

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percival-queen‌:

{@fatetwiined}

“Oh! King. Detective Percival King.” Percy smiles and reaches out her hand to the young woman. “But you may call me Percy, if you’d like.”

“Your condition certainly would certainly require some extra work on your part, but by no means should that stop you if you think you’d be good at the job.” 

There’s something in her voice that suggests she may not just be speaking sympathetically.

“Yes, Regulated Epithet Careers— R.E.C. for short— are jobs frequently sought after by those who are born with Epithets too strong to control, or who simply want to hone their abilities for more than they would normally be used for.” She pushes the pamphlet slightly closer to the girl. “I personally fall under the latter. If I may be so bold to ask, I presume from your interest in the subject that you’re Inscribed…?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Officer King.” She says with a nod. “Um--I’m Nona! Nona Nadini. I’m just a student here.” Oh--she wanted a handshake. Nona reaches out and gives her one. It’s not a firm one, but it’s polite nonetheless.

As Percy explains, Nona smiles, though it kind of seems a bit forced. She was used to people telling her that and reassuring her about her limits, but realistically, she just couldn’t see herself catching bad guys when all they really had to do was shine a really bright light into her eyes. It just wouldn’t work out--a desk job might be more doable, though. A little boring, maybe, but doable. Safer, too.

“Oh--” Nona blinks. Right, she’s a detective--of course the other would figure out she was Inscribed--although when Percy said that she ‘fell into the latter,’ there was a brief pause. She was Inscribed too? “Wow. I, uh...huh.” 

There was so much about the world that she just didn’t know. Nona knew that she had been sheltered, but now that she was out here living her own life...

“Um--Yes, ma’am. I’m Inscribed. Orbit Class 2.” A part of her briefly wondered if she should tell Percy what her Epithet was--she was a police officer, after all--but then she felt it would just be easier to show her. Nona holds out her hands and they glowed a deep red, which narrowed down until red strings of yarn materialized around and across her fingers. She started to play a little string game with them.

“My Epithet lets me move around and make strings. It’s not much.” Well...there was another use it had, but it tended to unnerve most people. “I always did kind of wonder if I could do more with it, though.” A pause. Her eyes slide over to the nearest wall, a soft hum of concern rising from her throat. “I...um, do have small issues controlling it. Sometimes it just kind of...goes off on it’s own.”

Hence why she chose to come around to the booths later in the day, when the sun wasn’t as hot and there wasn’t as many people. Extremely large crowds always set off Sixth Sense for some odd reason, and it just made her head POUND with seeing so many fate strings at once. She couldn’t drive or go to large events because of it.

“I...didn’t know that there was help for that, honestly. Where I’m from, there’s a lot more Mundies, and...stuff like that just isn’t there.”

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“Normally I don’t like violence, but as someone that is in crippling student loan debt--fuck yeah, eat the rich.”

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❗️

Late–late late late she is SO SO LATE–

Her bag swayed behind her as she ran down the street, towards the bus stop that she used to get home every day after her classes. Except this time she fell asleep in the study hall and it was already 6:00 and the bus was already pulling away–!

“WAIT–”

BAM!

She absolutely did not see the pink-haired young man in her way and shouldered him hard enough to send herself flying forward into the still-heated sidewalk, a rather hurtful -13 taken from the impact. Her hat, bag and glasses all flew in different directions.

“Hnng…ow…” The world was…blurry, too blurry to see right. At all. “I–sorry–shit…” Glasses–she needs her glasses, where in the world did they go–?

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First Meeting Starter Prompts!

👗: Your character sees mine wearing a very nice outfit and simply must compliment them on it!

👟: Our characters meet while jogging on the same trail.

👜: My character drops their bag and yours approaches them to return it.

☂: A sudden rainstorm starts up and your character is caught without an umbrella, so my character shares theirs.

🌨: Our characters get inside somewhere during a huge snowstorm, but they get snowed in together!

🍽: Our characters’ orders are mixed up at a restaurant and they’re given each other’s meals by mistake.

🍺: Our characters meet at a bar. Actually drinking any alcohol is optional.

☕️: Our characters meet at a cozy little coffeehouse.

🏆: Our characters team up to win a competition. (What it’s a competition of is up to one or both of us to decide!)

🎸: Our characters have seats right next to each other at a concert and are both super excited to be there!

🎮: Our characters are both waiting in line at the store to buy a cool new video game they’ve both been excited for.

🏘: My character moves into the house right next door to yours.

📱: My character accidentally put the wrong number into their phone and texts your character by mistake.

🎉: Our characters both attend a super fun party, but they’re both too shy to get out there and join the ruckus and just decide to talk to one another instead.

❗️Our characters accidentally bump into each other while walking down the street.

⚠️: Your character notices mine in a dangerous situation and decides to step in and try to help them out.

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Kings and Strings

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percival-queen‌:

The student might not see Percy, but Percy sees the student coming from a mile away. She HAS been waiting there for over an hour, after all.

Someone is coming! Okay, smile, relax; you know the routine.

Despite her efforts to appear calm, a bit of Percy’s eagerness peeks through her voice as she pipes up in excitement towards the white-haired girl.

“Hello! Welcome to the booth of the Sweet Jazz Police. Have you been considering a career path in regulated Epithet use or Law?”

“Huh--”

Nona finally looked up at Percy, blinking twice before realizing that she had unintentionally ignored this woman entirely. “Oh--OH, gosh, I’m sorry, I really didn’t see you there, Officer. Um--hi?”

She gives a bit of an awkward smile, before humming as she tried to recall what Percy said just before. Something about a career path? Oh, right, she remembered now. “Oh, uh...” She looks back down at the pamphlet. “I haven’t considered it entirely, in all honestly. There’s, um, a few things on my end that would make police work kinda hard--at least out in the field?” She points to her glasses. “I have a genetic condition that makes me really sensitive to light and heat, for example. Also makes me blind as a bat, aheh...”

“...Regulated Epithet use?” She tilts her head in curiosity. “Like, specifically? There’s jobs like that?” Huh. She didn’t know that. Then again, being the only Inscribed person back home...kinda made sense there would be stuff like that in a bigger city.

“Could you tell me more about that, Miss, um...?”

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Psychic Connection

(( Starter for @psyncin-in-the-restrain ))

Nona stared at the paper in her hands, an ad for a funded training program by the Sweet Jazz Police Force for any Inscribed who wished to properly control or strengthen their Epithet with professional help in a safe environment. It peaked Nona’s interest a little, and she had some free time thanks to her winter break.

Even though she was already Class 2, which put her above most normal Inscribed and just shy of the coveted threshold of Nova, she wasn’t looking to go for Class 3 at all. She wanted a bit more use out of her Epithet, since...making STRING wasn’t really the greatest power out there. Besides being an endless yarn factory, there had to be SOME hidden power somewhere inside her.

She knocks on the door and enters.

“Um...hello?” A quiet voice calls out. Her sensitive eyes looked through the shades of her prescribed sunglasses without too much trouble. “I’m, uh...here for the training program...?”