SHATTER THE SUN

Isola Affiliated Myra Manes, OC | APARTMENT 310 | NEWCOMER | NOT INDIE FRIENDLY

[innerbeast]

"more bloodsport i can get behind! but maybe let one of 'em have a stand in? i'll gladly take their place, and i'll do it bare handed!"

[manesstay]

What a horrid cackle! Her hands clap together.

"Fantastic notion! But they both seem rather weak and scrawny, don't you think? Your first blow may be your last, and where's the fun in that?"

"That is where the preparation time comes in, my eager friend. One can do a lot in a day that does not require strength alone. Setting traps, arranging hostages, hiring outside assistance... Ah, if only."

[manesstay]

"I think we should give them some weapons and twenty-four hours to prepare and see what happens. This island needs more bloodsport."

[lyrelic]

What a peculiar appearance. It looks like this woman's limbs have been removed, but instead, she uses a set of bones to replace them. Creative! But she also appears to be suffering from something that's affecting her skin tone drastically.

Relic has been staring at her for quite some time now, trying to run possibilities through her head. Poisoning? Cold? She looks like she's in some discomfort, given the way she's been squinting back at Relic this whole time, but nobody else around seems bothered by the weather. She's contemplating the possibility of pneumonia when-

Ah, she should have expected such a reaction. Her own appearance does cause some alarm at first. But she is tired of hearing it.

"I'm not a war machine. I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you."

[manesstay]

The single laugh is bitter and sharp. A twig snapping a twig under one's heavy heel.

"No? I suppose the purpose of your creation was for something much less sinister, then? Like holding an infant, or making little pies?"

With the widening grin and the chastising tone of her hollow voice, it's not hard to tell that she's making fun at the other's expense.

"Nothing. Look at me, fit as a fiddle."

Her whole body turns around as if to show the other what she had become, but her head--and her eyes--lock firmly into place. Like turning a ball-pointed doll and keeping the head still.

"If not a war machine, what are you? A deserter?"

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 Ah yes, look at that. Her arm bones are floating. Why wasn't this thing dead yet?

Seeing this oddity in the streets, politely inviting her for a session out of curiosity, and then having her take to it in the most sincere yet aggravating outpouring of TMI in the past month—Aurelius regrets not only his time, but his poor ears for absorbing her voice.

"Truly riveting—" he cuts in authoritatively before she launches into another epic.

"Unfortunately, I'm expecting another patient in 15 minutes. Why don't you wrap it up for next time?"

Would there be a next time? His ears say no, but his duty says yes. He's not quite sure if she'll grow into the demon persuasion yet, but it was important to keep an eye on those types.

Absently, the angel begins straightening up his desk.

[manesstay]

"Aha, don't be silly. They can wait."

The floating arm waves dismissively, and the other pulls up the styrofoam cup of coffee to her lips. Yup, she's totally comfortable. (For the most part. This man is a radiant one; that much she can sense. Lesser undead would probably avoid him. But his type... it's fun to push their buttons.)

Pointedly, one of her toe bones reaches out to put the pen box slightly off-kilter.

"You probably plan your entire schedule in advance, don't you. Oh! Let me try and pry into your mind now. Do you hate the smell of sulfur? Do too many spices upset your stomach? Do you have to apologize time you have to cross a brothel?"

She doesn't seem the least bit sorry in wasting his time...

"Are there even brothels in this strange land? Maybe you should visit one, you seem tense."

[netherworldflower]

"Hunting is fine! But not when its someone like me!"

After all people needed to eat food. It was just how the cycle of life and death would go. But this was the equivalent of throwing a weapon straight towards someone walking down the street.

"If you really wanted to train that hard I could get you something to throw into. But I'm off limits from projectiles."

[manesstay]

"Well where's the fun in that? Is it not better to hunt fleeing quarry for sport? One cannot simply replace such a thing with something like a training dummy. Those don't feel fear. No, no fun at all."

Well, the game seems to be over! She'll take her spear, thank you very MUCH!

"Thanks for ruining it, kid."

[missmusashi-deactivated20240409]

🌸 "The same way people live in any conditions, right? You just get used to it." Musashi gave a casual shrug. When an eclipse happened roughly twice per week then you didn't really have a choice but to become accustomed to it, right?

"It just means people are coming and going. There was an eclipse when you arrived, right? Maybe it's some kind of portal?"

[manesstay]

This odd woman might be right. The sun was eclipsed when she got here... perhaps it does happen often.

"It certainly could be. If I were doing something like this, I suppose I would wait for the cover of darkness too. Wouldn't you?"

[manesstay]

@lyrelic wanted a starter!

There's a disgusting familiarity to that machine in soul and body. An echo of someone Myra wanted nothing more than to rip to pieces over and over. It was a shame that her power had been so thoroughly sapped by the magic of this strange city; crushing the spirit of That Woman in her hands was something the lich had wanted for so, so long.

And yet in all that sustained eye contact... the Warforged did not react. ... Pity.

"No courtesy to cower, no courage to attack. What stays your hand, War Machine?"

But it does not look like Her, and it does not attack on sight. What is this thing?

[netherworldflower]

"Yeah but if you threw it just slightly off it would've hit me!"

Even if she was still a fragment of something that was immortal that didn't make her invulnerable. Sure it wasn't metal but a wooden tip like that would have certainly hurt her, something the other party didn't seem to get in the slightest bit.

"Wait...do people just throw objects at anything in the air here?" Maybe Fenie should stop flying until she figured out the safest places to travel around here.

[manesstay]

"Really! I'll have to better my aim, then. Why not launch yourself again and I can give it a better try!"

She's not even hiding the fact she was trying to strike! Listen to that shrill cackle...

"Oh, I haven't the slightest idea what the locals consider the norm, child. But if they do not already, perhaps they should. Hunting is a lovely pastime, is it not?"

[uwps002]

🎔 Being so new to the city herself, this was the first time that Céline had been put in the position of having to explain something that felt like common knowledge to her to someone else. Namely? What an arcade machine was. Video games were a relatively unexpected hobby for her, but she wasn't able to keep a lot of friends growing up in the conditions she did. Her brother and whatever hobbies she could have were all that she had.

"Bid it to...? Oh, you're correct that I'm controlling the character but it isn't exactly them "doing my bidding". It's a video game. Nothing inside is real." Calling the screen a "mirror" probably should have been her first clue. "This is a leisure activity in the world I come from."

[manesstay]

"A 'video game', is it?"

She leans in closer, captivated by the lights and sounds of the machine. Eyes follow the movement of that stick and those buttons... yes, they match perfectly with the little... thing? in front of her. A finger bone taps at the screen... glass. Huh!

"I know not what manner of sorcery this is, but I like it. It's a shame one must pay for each short performance it allows."

Levels, Myra. It's called a level. Her head spins around to look at the other brightly coloured machines (notably without moving her torso, like a cheesy halloween prop) before watching this particular screen again.

"You seem to know what you're doing, so I will continue to watch, Stranger. It amuses me. What is your name."

[manesstay]

@oneeyedpsychic wanted a starter!

"Vile. Positively revolting. Acrid, bitter, acidic--darling I don't have many tastebuds left I can use, and this might kill the others."

The hand puts the paper cup back down on the table with a sort of jittery glee, as the sounds of her(?) bones rattle together. Like the world's worst windchime.

"Disgusting! I love it! What did you call this caustic little concoction again? Coffee?"

[manesstay]

@hollowfaith liked for a starter!

"--And then he went 'Ah! No, your grace! Spare me!' And I replied 'Spare? I thought you said spear!' And then I pulled the thing out and stuck it back in his gut. Stopped laughing after that, he did. Not me, though!"

It's a cackle of a laugh, and her floating limbs move in time with her heaving shoulders.

"You're right, therapy is satisfying! I'm having a great time. Allow me to regale you another tale--"

...It's becoming increasingly obvious that she's more a waste of Aurelius' time than an actual client.

[manesstay]

@sourceoftheflame liked for a starter!

"Come now, don't take it personally. Have you not had the urge to catch a grasshopper mid-jump before? It's just like that, but the grasshopper is you."

A skeletal hand unfurls its disjointed fingers, motioning in a 'give it' sort of gesture. Thankfully, the spear was only wooden, but Myra threw it like a proper weapon with intent to hit the other. She doesn't seem bothered at all that she might have really hurt her!

"I saw some thing flying without a care in the world, and wanted to see if I could hit it."

[manesstay]

@uwps002 liked for a starter!

"So there is not, in fact, some poor soul stuck in that strange mirror? It's a kind of machine you play a game on?"

What a cool concept! Entirely foreign to the lich, but intriguing. Did she ask before invading this poor soul's personal space? Of course not--that didn't matter. But this thing she was playing...

"Tell me, what is the objective of this game? Do you bid that thing to do as you command, or is it acting of its own accord?"

[manesstay]

Here's a small non-event starter call, capped at 3! But if the cap is met and you'd like to still thread please let me know!

[manesstay]

Myra Manes | Original Character

Age: 3000+ (Appears at age of death, in her mid 20's)

It's fun being undead! No need to sleep, breathe, eat, etc.

Functionally immortal, and gives not a single fuck about the living

Can take off her head for comedic effect

Unfortunately takes pleasure in making people upset, and is not sorry about it one bit

If you have skin, she'll get under it

Horse Girl (Evil variant)

Now that she's out of her own personal prison, Myra is simply here for a good time. Regretfully, a good time for her often means making others miserable for her enjoyment.

She may be almost powerless now, but a Lich is still (and always will be) a selfish, nasty creature at heart. An excellent antagonist, so long as she's not actually angry.

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[manesstay]

Instead of rolling her eyes she rolls her whole head for dramatic effect.

[manesstay]

"Ah, was that all? Just a short blip, and the sun is back? How positively wretched. How do you people live like this? Hoho~"

Not that a glorified zombie crouching in the shadows was any less wretched... At least the native citizens of the island aren't setting a foot near her.