The Big Girl Cometh

Indie selective Buddy post Lisa the Joyful, Vaccination ending. Crossover and OC friendly. Mun and Muse under 18. Please read rules and about before interacting.

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uncorruptedchampion:

   “What.” Nero had never heard of terms like that before. She simply knew it as “magical energy”. When she thought about it for a second, the SP sounded similar to how normal magic users were in Mareth; getting exhausted as they use spells and having to rest to recharge it. As for TP… she had no idea what Buddy was trying to describe.

   “Actually, nevermind. It sounds like you know something about energy, so I’m not going to question your odd terms. The point is, you need to learn how to use your energy properly, whatever type you use. Fire is probably the most simple element for humans to use, so…” Nero turned her attention towards a fallen branch off a few paces away, then snapped her fingers. The branch immediately erupted with white-hot flames, a bit too bright to look at directly. 

   “…There. That’s a simple spell. Think you can do anything like that?” Despite looking at Buddy as collectedly as ever, Nero’s eye started to trickle blood from the tear ducts. Nero herself didn’t even notice until some seconds later, when she wiped it away. “…I should probably mention that inquisitors like myself don’t use energy that tires us out or whatever TP is. We use our own blood to power our spells. Still useless if you don’t know how to use your energy.” 

Her cheeks immediately flushed in embarrassment at the inquisitor’s deadpan. Oh. She forgot this woman isn’t from around here. They must use different words for energy where she’s from. Dammit, I must’ve looked like an idiot to her.

Quickly trying to resume her cool, the child refocused on her instructor’s words. Fire is the easiest for humans, huh? Kinda makes sense since she’s never really seen too many fighters use other kinds of magic outside of spitting fire balls. She stared at her hands, trying to focus the inner energy to her fingertips. But there is obstacle that might hinder Buddy’s chances of actually pulling off the feat, something that even the prideful girl can admit.

“I’ve never used my energy to form something physical like that, just healing for augmenting my attacks. What the heck am I even supposed to do? Think of fire and energy hard enough and it’ll appear?”

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-ponders on the possibility of a fate verse-

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A lil’ drabble on Buddy’s transformation to becoming a Joy mutant. This goes with the Joyful verse, non-vaccination verse, and the drifters verse in which she died.

We love you Buddy. We need you. We were wrong about you. Our queen. Our god. Our savior. 

Don’t leave us.

Oh god, please don’t leave.

The thumping in her head gets louder. She doesn’t want to leave. She’s already made that decision a long time ago, but now she wonders at what cost. Now that’s a joke right there, the Big Girl of all people having doubts when it’s already far too late to go back. The vaccine’s gone and the voices are getting louder. The girl made the choice to stay with them, but now they won’t leave her alone. 

Her gaze is downturned, not once daring to look up from her seat on the hard rock, because once she does, she’d have to stare right into the phantoms’ faces. Their shadows peak into the edges of her vision, real as the last time she saw them. She brought up her hands to cover her eyes, and the throbbing of her temples only increased. They continued to mutter their sweet nothings to her, how she is the most important person in the world, that she can save them all. Once upon a time, she would have agreed with them and would relish in the sounds of approval. Now Buddy pretends to not hear it. 

As easy as it is to say they’re just old hallucinations of the mind, it’s much harder to deal with them than she originally thought. Buddy already had several hallucinations in the past, a few glimpses of certain figures hiding in rocks, or watching her from above, so she thought she could do a good job in separating fiction from reality. But they were just small instances. Now they’re around 24/7, always watching her, talking to her, approaching closer and closer until they started to reach out and touch her. Their hands felt so real, she swore she saw her clothes flatten out and the earth move under their weight. Of course, it could be the Joy doing it’s work and disguising certain thugs as her old ghosts, but she couldn’t give a damn at the time. Their presences were welcomed for all she cared. She can’t mourn their deaths if they are still alive in her mind. But as the weeks wore on, it became more evident that they weren’t real. They simply fed her the same ego stroking nonsense, allowed her to rail on them with all her anger, acting the way she wished they acted when they were alive, but as self fulfilling as it was, it just wasn’t the same. It’s not their same personalities, nor their same memories. It’s all just a figment of what she thought they were like, all a construction of her imagination. They’re gone for good. It’s all her fault.

And now she’s forced to stare at their faces for the rest of her life. A hand reaches for the pouch in her poncho, taking out three little blue pills. Brad also took them in threes. The familiar sour taste stung her taste buds as they slipped down her throat, the drugs’ effects kicking in almost instantly. The once growing headache started to subside, and she finally lifted her head, the blues of the sky started to settle in a light grey. 

Her gaze settled on a hill before her, a small lump of dirt stood out in the flat land, and a red mask stared down at the girl in pity. In front of him, a massive lump of slug shaped flesh moaned absently in the air. She made the decision to stay. And now they won’t leave her alone.

The phantoms were silent. They were never silent. Despite the numbness engulfing her body, there was still the aching pain. It’s about time the Joy finally reached it’s true effect. To hell with saving humanity. If humanity is anything like the backstabbing pieces of shits she’s been living with all her life, they’re not worth saving at all.

Something in her spine twisted, and the girl let out an audible gasp as she rolled around on the dirt. The throbbing only increased, her breaths grew faster, and the sight of blood red started to replace the grey. She thought she’s felt almost every single pain that could be bestowed upon a person, but this is on a whole ‘nother level.

“Dusty...Brad...” Was this all worth it? The suffering, the death, the vengeance. Everything for the sake of each person’s own selfish need. They sacrificed their lives to help her, and now she’s throwing it away. A low chuckle escaped her mouth. A girl who was once hell bent on making this world her own, now gives it up.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered it to no one in particular in her final gasps, fingers digging into the dirt. To Brad? Or Dusty? Her uncles? Every being she brought down with her sword? Just maybe to the whole world. Big Girls don’t cry.

“I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Dad. I miss you. I’m sorry. I’m coming back. I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorrrrryyyyyyyyy

The pain is too strong. The only thing you can do is cry.

“I’m sorry.”

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                        i am not a CHILD now –          i can take care of MYSELF.                         i mustn’t let them DOWN now –        mustn’t let them see me CRY.                                        i’m fine…              I’M FINE……

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uncorruptedchampion:

   The inquisitor leaned back against the rock’s side once they were there, listening to Buddy’s descriptions without any interjection. She had hoped Buddy knew a bit more to these kinds of attacks, but apparently not. “…Mm. Sad. So you really don’t know anything other than the fact they exist.”

   “Of course there’s more to it, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I might even have to start with the very basics with you. …Please tell me you know at least something about your body’s inner energies and how to control them.” 

The child slightly frowned at the woman’s condescending remark. It’s not her fault Brad didn’t want to teach her his martial arts. She may not know much about magic, but she definitely knows about energy. The child can admit she owes that much to the old man.

“The man who trained me told me some things about that. He said that there were two kinds of ways to use one’s energy. One was called SP I think? You can only recharge it if you rest, drink soda, or it would be supplied by another. That’s why I use TP instead. I can still get more energy without the help of others and the need to constantly rest.” 

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leaveyourhead:

“I see. You must be talking about the Elves then. They scared of us because we are these Drifters and I was told that the empire who has control over them not to get near one or face consequences.” The samurai sighed but the corners of his word go upwards. “But that’s about to change.”

But he ceases as he hears the next question from Buddy. “As for your next question…well…let me take to the person who can explain the situation. Like you, someone has been spying on us and…we capture her to tell us everything she knows. Only to tell us…some nonsense…I do not understand.” He stated with a loud sigh. 

“If you like, I can take you there unless you know how to get there.” He turns his back on the young boy with a gesture of his hand as a sign to follow.

She slowly nodded in his explanation about the Elves. Something something, they were scared, something something, empire. She got the gist of it. Her ears also picked up the word drifters; so that’s what people in her situation were called then?

The child slightly deflated, hearing that even with information from the inside, getting a grasp of the situation would still be difficult. But it was still better than nothing. Oh hell, might as well give it a shot.

“I know how to get there.” She started. “But I think you leading the way would be for the best.” After all, who knows what could be lurking in the dark. Or if he isn’t as trusting as he seems. That reminds her of something. “So I gave you my name...what’s yours?”

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You Are Already Sent To Hell

“KIMI WA TOUGH BOY TOUGH BOY TOUGH BOY.”

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swordiism:

He did what he could, but it’s much better than what she had been doing. Though this girl is definitely the one he’s hearing about. As he was a bit skeptical on this whole business of there being just one girl. Putting his meds away, he needed some water to clean this up, time for a scavenger hunt when the time arises.

Though open her straight-forward question, he actually did ponder on this. Taking a few seconds, he spoke up. “…A wanderer, I guess. And i’ll be honest to you as well. I know you’re that girl that’s been talk of the town lately. Didn’t figure that you’d be on your own and armed.” 

Stepping back from her as a way of making her a bit more comfortable, he spoke some more. “I don’t know why I helped you though. I didn’t have thoughts of you paying me back, I suppose I helped…just cause.” Once again, he takes a look around for any danger. “Are you with anyone else? Or is it just you?”

For him, he seems to be by himself. Otherwise he’d be surrounded by anyone who needs a doctor.

So he’s heard of her? Well, who doesn’t nowadays, but she’s glad that he’s not like one of those men who are in search of flesh. Being treated with respect is a nice change of pace for once. The child eyed the man as he backed from her, giving her ample room to breath. She stretched her short legs out and leaned on her arms. 

“Just me.” Was her curt reply. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if there are any would be followers tracking her path out of sight. 

“And anyone walking around without something to defend themselves with is just plain stupid. But someone going around and helping people just for the sake of it? I don’t know how you haven’t gotten stabbed and left for dead yet.” She appreciated his help, truly she did, but his actions didn’t seem like the smartest move for anyone to make.

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Part three in a series of hnk/lisa crossovers. I can’t stop send help

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uncorruptedchampion:

   The inquisitor stared in silent curiosity at Buddy’s momentary confusion. It looked almost like she was startled. Nero wasn’t going to question it, but she’d keep it in mind. 

   “…That so? Hm… Suppose that’s how it is, growing up when this is all you have.” It was certainly a thought. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons she was such an outlier in Mareth. She didn’t exactly get too accustomed to life in Olathe either. 

   “Alright. I think it’s time we stop for your first lesson. Let’s head… there, over by that big rock for some shade.” The inquisitor would start heading there immediately, expecting Buddy to follow behind. “…Say, have you noticed how some of those thugs are capable of supernatural attacks, like throwing fire from their fists? How much do you know about that kind of stuff?”

She followed the inquisitor without a word, quietly wanting to move to the shade herself. The child was also curious at what this woman could teach her, and maybe she could catch a glimpse of that power the inquisitor mentioned before. 

Her eye flashed in recognition at the mention of fire attacks, and her mouth excitedly rambled off. “I fought alongside someone who used fire moves, and the person who trained me sometimes used fire attacks when we sparred...” The child’s words started to trail off with the memories that accompanied those fighting styles, but she played it off as trying to remember other instances of supernatural attacks. “There was also this one man I knew who prayed to get healed, but all I know to combat any of those weird moves are to dodge, block, or keep fighting.”

Buddy tilted her head at the inquisitor. She wouldn’t offer to teach her about supernatural attacks unless...”But there’s more to it than that, right?”

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draconicmatriarch replied to your post:"I can vouch for the 'old man'. He has a good...

(She thinks Kia is pretty and cool ajsdjshd)

well of course she does! she hasn’t seen lots of women and kia’s red eyes and strange clothes really stick out to her. you can say buddy has a lil bias towards women tbh.

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"I can vouch for the 'old man'. He has a good heart even though he's rough on the outside."

Buddy rose a brow in suspicion, blinking up to the woman who suddenly approached her. She’s starting to get used to the sight of other females, but the experience is still very different than hearing stories or looking at pictures of them. This one for example had red eyes and pointy ears--features she didn’t even know women can have. 

The child racked her head for what the other could’ve meant by saying “old man”, a description that could fit almost anyone in Olathe...Oh yeah. That one weird guy with the giant sword who wanted to “adopt” her. An exaggerated sigh accompanied a roll of her eye. Here we go again.

She didn’t want to scare away the woman though, she did look really cool and pretty, so the tiny swordsman tried her best to be polite.

 “And I’m sure he is, but a good heart or not, I’m done with having people trying to protect me and hide me away from the world for all my life. I think it’s about time that I be free on my own, and I can vouch for myself that I’m more than capable in handling myself. I hope you understand.”

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I feel darkness, deep inside It speaks to me, I can’t hide V O I C E S             in my head

Indie Sel. Buddy Armstrong. Post Lisa the Joyful. Vaccination Ending. Artist cred. X

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swordiism:

Taking a deep breath as she said she was ready, he cracked his knuckles and looked as if he planned on how to clean it. After a few silent seconds, he got onto his work. Starting off with cleaning off the gunk outside the wound, dirt, dry blood, and whatever else is around. After that though, now he got to the real painful part with cleaning out the inside the wound as best as he could with what he’s got. 

It stings, a lot. Touching a deep wound like that even after months is bound to be painful and without any form of pain meds is bound to make anyone feel like shit right after. Though the final step was in sight. He wraps the new bandage around her eye. Taking a sigh of relief as it was done.

“…Okay, I did what I could. I’d offer surgery but I don’t got any appropriate supplies for that.” Saying as he wiped some sweat from his forehead as he was focusing intensely on working with the wound. 

There came the slight stinging sensation of the alcohol and air on her normally concealed wound, and it felt quite nice to her surprise. To finally get that gunk off and clean her skin felt a bit refreshing, and the pain wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle. That is, until he reached for the real part of the wound. 

“Ffffffuuuu....” Teeth bit on the bottom of her lip, holding back the onslaught of curses which is a challenge in of itself. The liquid lingered within the nooks and crannies of the scar, stretching the pain for even longer than it should. It felt as if it were slowly eroding away at her skin. Mentally, the child counted one to ten, then ten to twenty, fists balling up on her sides and cloth. 

Thankfully the fresh bandages absorbed the alcohol and left a cool, soft patch of material where her skin can finally stop screaming bloody murder.

“Thanks...” Buddy muttered, eyeing the man once again. This shit had better been worth all that effort. Annoyance and paranoia bubbled from within, and eventually she couldn’t hold back her questions any longer. 

“Why are you trying to help me? Are you really a doctor, or just another wanderer like me? Or are you something else....?”

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❤ ✈ ♪ ☮ (Don't know if the last one went through)

Nosy Munday Meme

❤: How long have you been RPing?

Up to now, it’s been about a year and a half. I’m still somewhat of a newbie to this whole thing. 

☮: Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

It is hard to get good interactions with her considering many people don’t know about the Lisa games, not to mention the fact that she’s hostile to most people so it’s not that easy to approach her. I just want to reach a point where she’s comfortable with others or see people as parental/sibling figures but that’s gonna take a long time.

♪: Are you comfortable playing your muse?

For the most part yeah. Sometimes I worry about portraying the effects of the abuse and experience she’s had because I don’t have personal experiences that can match up to what she’s been through, and I don’t want to get anyone mad with any possible misrepresentation. And the fact that she’s exposed to lots of sexual topics at a young age can be a grey area for some people, because I definitely would not be writing smut or sexual headcanons, but it’s just the idea of a child being blunt when talking about sex makes me worried for what others might thing of me.

✈: Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

I’d say it’s between angst and crack because the games already portray those things a lot, and so I have a good idea on how to write for her in those areas. Fluff would be harder because of Buddy’s nature, and I’m unsure of how she would react in that kind of situation.

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♋: What drew you to this muse?

Nosy Munday Meme♋: What drew you to this muse?

I find Buddy’s character to be unique compared to most other children raised in a post apocalyptic world I’ve seen. Usually they’re seen as helpless, or very dependent, and are depicted with a personality that’s kind and selfless in the face of the thugs roaming around. I’ve always thought it’s unrealistic for children growing up around lots of threats to act like that. Wouldn’t they be more adept to fight? Not trust people? Do what they need to do to survive because they don’t know any better? But not even children are safe from bad acts of humanity.

In Painful we weren’t told much about her. I thought that she was getting kidnapped because she was weak, and she’d want to go back to Brad. That she didn’t know how to fight back or know what to do because she’s an innocent kid. Until the ending, that is when we get to see things her point of view. We start to question if Buddy wants to be with him. Even though Brad isolated her for all her life for good intentions, we get to see the result of living that way through Buddy. Being taught that interactions with strangers are bad, and how to defend yourself at the slightest threat because she wouldn’t know if the stranger would use or rape her. And that’s what trauma and abuse does to a person, especially in a lawless, post apocalyptic world like Olathe. 

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MOBILE.// forgot to mention…..had wisdom teeth removed today. I’m tired as fuck, my face is numb, and i dont feel any pain yet but im sure it’ll start to show…