Here Comes Trouble!

Indie RP blog for Peacock from Skullgirls

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★ ┆ ▌ @mxrder-go-round  ┆ LOST FOG  ▌ ┆ ★

          ’ U-Um —— I-I —— I’m REALLY           sorry if this is a weird question but —— ’

          ’ Wh-why do you have EYES on your           arms ? A-Actually, why are your arms made           of METAL ? ’

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”Geez, kid! What kind of question is that supposed ta’ be? The only reason someone would have stuff like this is because--” ..Wait, she had to hit the pause button for a sec. To tell a little kid the story of her eyes being gouged and arms ripped off to be made an example of, or not to tell? That is the question. Anyone who didn’t pick the obvious answer had a fair chance of being sent to a grade where this kid was their upperclassman.

“ ...‘Cause I’m part robot, see! Wave of the future and all that jazz! My arms are just where I keep ‘em when they’re not floatin’ around ta’ case a joint. You know how little you actually see when yer’ eyes are just glued to the front of yer face? It’s a damn crime, luckily I got my way to circumvent the system! Stick it to the man!”

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@gaywiththewind

“Hey Shorty! What’s a gal gotta do to get a cigar around here, huh? What’s the point in worrying ‘bout secondhand smoke anyway when the air is already filled with all this foggy crud?”

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@kigajesuta

“So, what’s yer’ story stretch? Evil twin? Pod person replacement from outer space? Or just a real dedicated cosplayer for freaky supernatural hostage-takers?”

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Sheesh, just when she thought this place couldn’t get any lamer. Sure,  there was always the occasional chance to see some bozo’s face creamed when they were dumb enough not to follow the rules...But no cartoons, no cronies, and no smokes? Talk about Dullsville USA! What sort of freaky Ten Little Indians operation were these guys running  if they can’t even keep things interesting!? And now they thought they were gonna get her to whack a guy from airing some dirty laundry? Not like she was worried or nothin’, any old “secret” that Mister Warden could think was good enough for her she would wear with pride. After all, what the shame when it’s something she did?

“Criminey, is this all ya’ dragged us out here for? Next time get somethin’ more interesting than some older kid popping his sausage at some beach babes!” 

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How about we get this show on the road? Anyone in the group verse Lost Fog can like this for a starter!

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OPEN GROUP VERSE : LOST IN THE FOG Inaba: A quiet town centered firmly in Japan’s rural countryside. Known it’s quality beef, what some of it’s local kids may find as a boring town in the middle of nowhere is a relaxing getaway from the hectic pressures of city life, or a way to start over on a new leaf. Recently, some even find themselves visiting at the news of a mysterious fog that has returned after fifty years, or even at the rumors of a crime that has baffled local law enforcement…

No matter what reason you decide upon, you find yourself standing at their train station on a particularly foggy day, ready to face the world ahead of you. But what you didn’t expect…was for your vision to blur the moment stepped into the fog, dragging you into the realms of unconsciousness. Or perhaps, you have a different story to arrive by. If you look at your TV at midnight on a rainy evening, you’ll see the face of your destined soulmate. Or at least, that’s the rumor that has managed to bubble up in the underscores of your daily life. Simple curiosity, or perhaps a sincere belief in the rumor- no matter what the reason, you find yourself performing the ritual. Once midnight strikes though, a pair of hands seem to grab onto you and pull you into the TV no matter how hard you struggle… 

Either way, you awake to find yourself in a jail cell. Not much is in there except for a bed, a toilet and a TV… The door is unlocked, and you can hear the voices of others surrounding you. Perhaps you should go investigate…? ABOUT | RULES | MASTERLIST App below the cut!

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“...Welp. I knew this town was secretly fucked up. Who’s up fer lootin’/ takin’ bets on who’s gonna die in a horror movie like fashion?”

[swanchikas]

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Sayaka seemed really confused when a lot of the store owners said that she sounded really familiar. She only just got here, how could she have already made an impression on the store owners here? Unless she had some sort of copy running around - an evil clone, perhaps? Or maybe Kyoko was here after all and messing with her. Sayaka wouldn’t put it past her, really.

As she continued about her day, she saw something really weird out of the corner of her eye - as in, a girl that looked like she came out of a Looney Tunes cartoon. Wow, watching all those western cartoons really paid off, it seemed. Maybe she’d know something about this little conundrum of hers.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know anyone who… well, sounds exactly like me? Apparently, a lot of store owners around here say I sound familiar, and I only just got here, so…”

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To say Peacock “made an impression” on  some of the storekeepers in town was a wee bit of an understatement. Something told her that she would probably end up the reason that candy store owner will have such high therapy bills in the future. She would feel guilty, but that’s what you get when you try to pass off chocolate covered raisins as candy. That’s just vigilante justice, there.

The cyborg had half a mind to go to the other sweets suppliers in the area to make sure they got the message, until her internalized planning was  interrupted by..herself. It sounded like herself, at least, only it sounded...natural. Her vocal cords hadn’t been able to sound like that in years. She immediately turned around in suspicion, only to spot  what looked like a regular schoolgirl, just what the hell was this?

“Aw crap, I’m hearing double! ...And maybe even seein’ her too.” If she was, then the fleshy abomination was losing her edge if she couldn’t even bother to match up the face. “Before I smash yer’ face in, what’s your stance on religion, skulls, and trickle down economics?”

[shotakage]

You’re auditioning for the role of my muse! What song do you sing to get the part?

(E.g. “I’ll be auditioning for the role of Barack Obama and I’ll be singing Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.”) 

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Send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

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7. Describe one of their most important memories.

That would probably be incident that lead to her becoming Peacock in the first place: Being mutilated by slave traders that had captured her after she stood up to them. On the outside, she doesn’t let the event affect her much, but in truth she does have regular recurring nightmares that have her relive what happened.

[jekyllhyding]

Of shared headwear and curious appearances (Closed - Peacock)

[jekyllhyding]

My, my…the young madam in front of him certainly wasn’t one to mince words - or for that matter, suspicions - was she? To be fair, he saw her point: it most certainly seemed odd that a person of his age and dress was down in this sort of area - but he couldn’t help the fact he had wanted to investigate things. She seemed a sharp young miss, so even if he wasn’t the gentleman he was - he wouldn’t have lied to her.

(She no doubt would have caught onto the lie quick smart with her current bristled, suspicious state.)

“Well, I only arrived here a day ago. Despite knowing the majority of places, Downing Street is not an area that I admit to knowing the location of. Also, the reason I am here is to investigate this area. I have heard…some disquieting rumors of this area in particular, as of late. Being that I have involved myself in mysteries before: I simply had to see if those rumors were true.” 

Honest statement, there.

Adjusting his hat, he affixed the other with his usual gentle gaze. “I could well ask the same question of you, young madam. What brings you to such a place?” 

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She doesn’t get paid to beat around the bush. Hell, she doesn’t get paid at all, but Trinity be damned if she would waste her time playing nice when she could just get the answer up front. From the looks of him she probably wouldn’t get much anyway. Guy was fancy dressed, but without a hint a hired muscle around to back him up as far as she could see (And with her amount of eyes? Safe to say she could see a lot.), chances were he wasn’t one of the local Mafioso’s high rankers out for a stroll. 

“...Eh, I guess your story checks out, for now. Lemme guess, ‘nother one of those chumps who got themselves sucked into this town fer all the “Pairing Project” crap? Seein’ the general age range of this place, gotta question what kind of sickos are runnin’ this show to wanna have you hook up with a bunch of teenagers.”

So just about the same thing she was doing, huh? She noticed that she didn’t have a weapon on him. A real bonehead move, if he really did want to get to the bottom of of something here. A few wrong moves and they’d be fishing his top hat out of the river.

“Well if yer askin’ me, chances are those rumors are 100% stinkin’ true! What kind of town worth it’s salt doesn’t have a seedy underbelly filled with bad guys ta’ pummel, I ask you? They can keep up the tourist trap farce all they want, but it won’t change the natural order of things. As fer me....you seem like the type who like them fancy long words, so lets just say I’m doin’ some “reconnaissance”.”

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6. What is their favorite genre of music? Favorite song?

She doesn't really listen to actual music all that much, so most of Peacock’s favorite songs come from the cartoons she watches. However, she does have a tolerance for jazz music, gained from the scientist who reconstructed her playing it while he worked on her cybernetics.

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5. When is their birthday and do they fit their zodiac sign?

Peacock’s birthday is November 13th, making her a Scorpio! She fits the traits of that sign very well, being independent, determined to reach her goals, and very intense. However she’s not the type to be manipulative of people. Though she does like being in charge, she would much rather prefer that it was known, rather than it being hidden by the shadows.

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Of shared headwear and curious appearances (Closed - Peacock)

With a good majority of the city having been ‘mapped out a little’ to varying degrees, the Professor felt that it would be unwise - as tempting as it was - to foray all of his specific time to getting to know just the usual layout of the city itself. Rather, he should also spend time time trying to investigate some of the more ‘mysterious’ parts of the place: there seemed to be a good amount of places here that appeared suspiciously ‘out of the way’, or may hold hidden meaning to them.

The art gallery and ‘Belladonna’ district that were in the city, for example, seemed like they were a bit too much out of the way for such a ‘open and friendly spot’ as this. Granted, he hoped he was simply looking too much into things, but he still had to observe those areas nonetheless. It appeared he must not have been as ‘casual observer’ as he might have wanted to seem in this scenario, however: a young madam who appeared to share a taste in top hats seemed to have spotted him. Goodness, that was certainly a curious…costume she had there.

“Hah. I never was good at trying to stay discreet when pursuing a curious state of matters…but good day to you, young madam.” 

He wasn’t going to ask the young madam what she was doing here - number one, it would be most impolite of him. Number two, the same could be readily asked of him in this scenario. He probably seemed awfully suspicious enough as it was looking into such places, really.

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It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Belladonna was the place to be for night life. From the flashing lights and neon signs that shined though Peacock’s windows every time the sun set -Maybe she should be using those curtains they gave her. Maybe.- it was easy to tell that if anything needed to happen under the cover of night, it would happen here. That of course, included what she came here for.

It was time she got down to business.

The area lost some of it’s glitz and glamour in broad daylight, but you don’t need things to look nice in order to case a joint. It did fill her with a sense of familiarity, though. Koi itself was basically what would happen if the Dragonians initiated a hostile takeover of New Meridian, but the cramped together buildings and bustling crowds of the district matched Little Innsmouth to a T, obvious underlying criminal activity and all.  A little bit of poking  around (And maybe some threats, it didn't have to be too boring, after all.) and she was bound to catch a few leads.

Looked like she wasn’t the only one doing the poking though. A chance spotting of a- admittedly very classy- top hat while checking alleyways gave away the presence man who was DEFINITELY too high class to be hanging around in these back streets. Not without having something up his sleeve.

“You can cram it with the formalities, pops! I got some questions fer ya, one of them being what a guy like you is doin’ in a place like this. Downing Street’s a long way off ya know!”

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4. Is your character a night owl or an early bird?

Peacock tends to prefer to do most of her activities at night, both for the atmosphere and action New Meridian had in the evenings, and because it’s when most channels switch to their boring live action adult block, so she wouldn’t be missing many of her stories.

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3. How do they wake up in the morning? What is their morning routine?

What Peacock does in the morning really depends on the circumstance. Should it be a regular day, she would be found sleeping in for as long as possible until Avery squawks at her to wake up. Following that is taking a bath, putting her teeth in (After she’s brushed them with metal polish), and chugging down at least a full pot of coffee before facing the day.

But if it’s a Saturday, you’ll find Peacock parked right in front of the TV in the earliest hours of the morning, surrounded by enough snacks and sugary cereals to plow through that week’s Saturday morning cartoon lineup. It’s pretty much her equivalent of going to Mass.