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Formerly pugnatori. Die a thousand ∂єαтнѕ in hesitation. Far beyond the spark of ιηѕριяαтιση. Restarted 10/15/2014 Affiliated - selective - semi private Written by Nine.

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✰ <DOPPELGANGER>

Oh?

Hm. No, this surely couldn’t be possible.

Papa had only ever made one Stella, that being herself. Who was this figure, this strikingly familiar figure that stood before her, that reached out a hand to investigate an identity that was exactly identical to their own? Who?

“– I do not know.”

Regardless, she too is curious, and a hand all her own reaches out, fingers twitching just short of the mirror image’s fingers. Would touch shatter what could very well be an illusion?

⊰✰⊱         ❝Similar... maybe?❞           They’re similar in appearance but maybe not how they were created or involving their worlds. It’s nothing abnormal for her to have some form of wonder about those who shared such things with her, different or not. Curiosity is an interesting thing one could say in this instance with gloved fingers reaching forward to brush against the doppelgangers as if to test it further to be certain she is not hallucinating.           Felt real? Seemed that way to her.           That’s helpful since it would support the idea that they’re not in particular alone here. Good since the others there are not as easy to deal with. They weren’t the types for pleasant conversation or tea parties in most cases, maybe Strength can count as talkative by a larger margin but the rest? Not so much.

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⊰✰⊱         ❝...❞ This... was different by the confusion and it would seem she’s curious. Although silent, the black star reached out not caring much for personal space, she’s interested due to recalling not having a twin or ‘family’ per say. ❝... how?❞ Oh look, she talked for once without being prompted to.

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✰ <WHITE>

‘ My apologies, but I can’t really stop.  ‘

       ‘ I wonder, can stock ashes make a delicious drink? ‘

Her fingers did not ache, neither a nerve in her finger cried out in bloody murder. Devoid of pain, she was the embodiment of a rotten purgatory; Imperialism coated in white blasphemy. She was the reason why the gods were afraid of dripping the concept of power to the greedy. But if they would not give it to her, she would rip it from their lobes, & stand on top of their skulls; White hair symbolizing the fear that tucked away a hid within innocence. She was the definition of a morbid checkmate.

      ‘ Have you ever tried stock tea? Perhaps I could use your loved ones…with a dash of milk; no sugar, for that dilutes the taste. ‘

The body was unrecognizable, and the horrid shrill that left the unnamed human’s lips ceased. The silence afterwards was uneasy; WRS then turns around, dropping her canon. She could not understand, yet took no measures into trying to. She then gives a little smile, one calm yet sickening, comparable to a wolf looking up at a Shepard after she’s devoured half of his flock.

    ‘—–I STOPPED.’ 

⊰✰⊱          Curse her, curse her into the void and to be damned but she felt nothing except rage. She may have been created in her image and by her hand but the black star would not bend to her will. She is the black to her white, in literal sense they were yin and yang by their colors. She did not dare share or revel in these actions upon humans. No... she was raised by them, made by them, given as short as it was a family, plus treated with care in some forms regardless of her status as a clone and weapon to be used. She could understand them and cared for her long since dead comrades because they died fighting to protect. Whereas she is blasphemy draped in white the black star is a crusader there to claim victory not for revenge but for those who are now lost.         ❝I won’t try it then, I’ll stop you from touching their corpses or any of them.❞          Because she cannot let their memories, their bodies be desecrated by this witch, the snake which tempted her to be a sinner and to confine herself to damnation. It’s enough of a risk that she allowed her venom and poison to reach her yet she cannot stop it from happening. They are not the same, similar DNA or not, they are not the same. It’s a mantra she repeated often to herself so not to let her get too far into her skull with her words.          Alas, she hadn’t dared tried to reign in her anger at this time knowing that she would only try forcing her it out once more. Mayhaps it’s the reason she found herself holding back from charging toward her at this point. She may be reckless on occasion and now is not one of those times she would react upon that instinct. It’ll only mean the white star would claim victory in two ways, by forcing her to act and a brutal checkmate if she tried without a plan.          Letting her claim victory held consequences that would mean the end if she were to fall there. If the younger desired to fall in any case she wouldn’t be there right now either. Now if only she’d calm herself down.         ❝... they’re not for food either, their ashes aren’t.❞

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As is known by it’s inhabitants, Hazama is a place where the dead may gather due to it’s perpetual state of being between the afterlife yet not. Due to this it often adds a sense of urgency to avoid any form of them when possible although Rock is prone to interactions most regardless of her not desiring to speak. Of course it also doesn’t help that talking could get one killed there since conversation with ones enemies is not among the list of things that the others do. That and she’s seen enough of the results about what happens when one tries talking to certain warriors or pushes things too far around the dead souls there waiting for passage into heaven or hell. As unusual as it is, her logic also based around the world often involves more reckless choices to keep ones life and thus it often times may get her hurt due to the hazards plus consequences tossed about if one died for a time. Rock if asked about her home to keep it simple, would only call it dangerous and in turn not speak about the subject any further than that.

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✰ <SIMILAR>

❝Rock was it? What brings you back to around here? You seem like an awfully busy person. ❞

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⊰✰⊱         ❝... not really... just... wander usually.❞ Because there isn’t much else a dead girl could do while out and about.

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✰ <SIMILAR>

❝ I suppose the odds are moreso against you if you’re both. ❞ Ah yes — Both royalty and broken. How unfavorful to any hope of happiness and anything remotely positive. 

❝ — What is your name, stranger? You seem..to know of situations such as this. Perhaps we can — chat? ❞

⊰✰⊱          ❝... Black Rock Shooter... just... Rock.❞           It’s nothing abnormal to give ones name she guessed although she is not the best at conversation and would play things her way. Besides, she needed to improve on that more and it’d be useful if she were to hold some form of idea involving what she must do around others in social situations.          ❝... I can try...❞

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✰ <CYNICAL>

❝ Whoever said royalty had it easy and were always secured a  happy ending  is full of themselves and they lied to you. ❞

⊰✰⊱         ❝... neither does... does the broken...❞ It caught her interest, the black star hadn’t expected someone to know of this. She’s in all honesty in the same boat revolving around life without happiness or a happy ending.

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✰ <WHITE>

 Her lack of surprise pissed her off.

Yet rotten eyes did not widen, Nor did her brow bend. Her dearest white was….uninterested. While she could try to beat an emotion out of her, and slip toxins through her earlobes, she would rather get a laugh from her victim. A pull of the trigger, and the screams rose an octave; skin and flesh & bone evaporated & burned like sparks from firewood. It was beautiful to her, aesthetically pleasing, like a beautiful person walking by it faded oh so quickly from her memory. Her prey was scorched, but not dead.

              ‘ Oh well…I find it funny, and that is all what matters. We are one and the same, so your subconscious must be tickled at least. It is like painting using a brush…hm…. No one can save you now, stock. Saviors do not exist in your future. You exist to die; It’s always been that way. Perhaps you can entertain me for the time being; and “pray” that someone will hear your calls. ‘

A laugh was nowhere in sight; instead, sharp giggle leaves pink lips, as she presses the trigger again. And again. And again. 

                    And again.

                           AND AGAIN.

The screams became distorted within the sounds of the blast, and the human’s body became unrecognizable. Still, the Alien showed no signs of stopping.

⊰✰⊱         ❝...❞          With each scream she clenched her teeth and with each shot, the giggling even it had caused nothing but something she is trying to hide at this point. Anger. She never was one to show her rage by choice or by force and it would seem the black star is biting her tongue so not to scream. But alas, that isn’t just in her to keep quiet even as she could only hear the sounds of the white star firing that cannon of hers without pausing into that poor victim there. To say she can help it is a lie.

        ❝STOP IT!❞

          Finally, a response, an emotional sort of reaction although it might not last for long. She is not the type to act upon such things with ease and she may calm soon but it was always caused by something that could drag out her fire and wish to see whatever had managed such an act no longer. By how she yelled, it would seem she‘s done with this and cannot bear the screams, her giggling, or really the sight of this sick little choice of entertainment.           One point for the white star it would seem in this round given that the black star couldn’t help but give her a reaction. Oh how she disliked doing this but held no choice, she did draw it out as was desired after all and to the younger ones displeasure no less.            Only question that remains in her mind is what shall the snake do now?

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HELP, MY MUSE IS SCARING ME BECAUSE SHE’S SEETHING AND THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN!

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✰ <WHITE>

‘ Ah….white. ‘

SHE COUGHS UP ANTIMATTER, Her lips say things of thick smoke but her eyes tell tales of dead planets. WRS has always made sure she was the center of one’s birth and the cause of ones death. She is a hollow shell, an example of narcissism cloaked in white….She has lucifer’s wings, and they shine brighter than god.

          ‘ I just adore watching myself in the reflection of my victims eyes…Would you like to accompany me in blowing this stock to oblivion? I love using my canons on occasions like these…Perhaps you can teach them some prayers. I’ve heard that the stocks pray to false advocates….How funny! It is so humorous, right? ‘

Her victim screamed like a lamb being consumed within quiet grassy fields, the sheer horror they must have experienced in that moment would echo throughout eternity. WRS sweet chuckle made it even more climatic.

⊰✰⊱        ❝... no, it’s not funny.❞         Short, to the point and behind that monotone was a hint of venom because she did not seek to follow this one’s path. No, the little star didn’t desire it nor would she ever with melancholy and war equal parts seen in azure optics and covered by black. She is her opposite however much she may have come from the others existence. If she is the snake coming forth to tempt her into committing such acts then the black star will not falter nor bend to her will.         That victim of hers screaming and it had caused the younger of the two to feel sick as much as she will not show it. Showing her that she felt sick involving those desires held by the extraterrestrial  and more would just cause further trouble than she’d like. Perhaps it’s why the younger is keeping her blade clenched tight in hand by it’s hilt and could only bring herself to stare at the white star by choice no less so not to see what she had done to that poor person. Saving them might not be an option either, how unfortunate.         Vile, poisonous, a monster.

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Believe it or not, Rock tends to take more of the reckless approaches when exploring and on occasion when fighting. One example is her decision to open fire on Black Gold Saw’s eye while she was falling down after her tower was destroyed. Following that, she also was shown to have jumped from a gun barrel of one of the giant cannons around her section of Hazama. She does this without even daring to think much less consider that she’s doing something people think of as being suicidal by jumping off or even falling down/fighting off people from such high places.

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✰ <LOUD>

   Oh God, not again.    Staring skyward, he’s almost concerned she might jump and that he’s going to develop a HABIT out of saving girls from their suicide attempts. But unlike last time, it seems there’s not a crowd, so maybe if he YELLS…                        “UH… Are you going to jump from up there?”

⊰✰⊱         There seemed to be confusion now forming just a tinge but it remained unseen given their distance. A single brow raised before she did step back then jump off since he is there and it isn’t like she felt this is a bad idea. How unsurprising instead of climbing down that she decided to take the more dangerous path. Hood slipping back in the wind and everything, someone might ought to teach her to not take the insane route for her exploration.

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To the random personal that followed, uh... hi and welcome to a roleplay blog? Please don’t reblog my threads or headcanons.

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⊰✰⊱         ❝...❞ Too quiet, she almost seemed on edge which isn’t surprising due to how this place tends to be.

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