Girls, Bravo!

"I'll have a gâteau mille-feuille with Ceylon tea!" Roleplaying blog for Millie Thompson from Trigun Maximum. Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Not indie-friendly, sorry! | Newcomer | [place housing here] |

[stungunmillie]

Girls, Bravo!

"I'll have a gâteau mille-feuille with Ceylon tea!" Roleplaying blog for Millie Thompson from Trigun Maximum. Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Not indie-friendly, sorry! | Newcomer | Apartment 312 |

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She's big and strong and made for hugging!

Comes from a forsaken desert planet on the verge of eating itself, and yet she's sweet, positive, and upbeat as a rule

Cries easily but that's okay! Sometimes you need to feel your feelings!

Grew up on a farm and has a lot of random skills because of it

Youngest of literally 12 children

The absolute queen of odd jobs

Doesn't mind whether you spell her nickname Millie or Milly; just don't call her Mildred please!

Not what you'd call "traditionally intelligent," but has more than enough wisdom to make up for it

Probably the only one with emotional intelligence around here

If you ever say ONE mean thing about your own family--or DO one mean thing to children or animals--expect her VERY LARGE FIST in your face.

Staying busy for mental health reasons!!

[isolaradiale]

Hi there! As much as I love this big, silly girl, I'd like to drop Millie Thompson from Trigun Maximum. She was housed in Apartment 312. I'll probably re-app her SOMEDAY (unless someone beats me to it, in which case I'm gonna have a new best friend from infodumping headcanons at them LMAO). Thank you! <3

Millie will be dropped for you!

-- mod altair.

[thiefandlyre]

The sliding door's frosted panels smear the foliage of the front yard into meaningless blobs of green. Despite the wintery season, it's disturbingly lush. Octavo cracks the door open, peering through. He'd hoped to see the lights of the city in the distance, but there's no such luck.

"We could just make a run for it," he suggests, looking back at his doppelganger. The other Octavo stands against the wall, arms folded. There's still blood crusted in his hair, his face a mess of indigo bruises. "Keep teleporting."

"They wouldn't make the game that easy to cheat," the double says.

"Well I don't hear you coming up with any suggestions!"

The double just looks at him, sullen.

"You want out of this cage too, don't you? I'm not dragging your dead weight if you're not going to help me!"

"If I'm this much of a hopeless fool in the future, perhaps I'm better off in here."

It had been weeks. Octavo was exhausted, he was hungry, he hadn't had a decent sleep the entire time. He teleports to his double and grabs him by the collar, slamming him into the wall.

"I have had it with your whining!" he snaps. "Do you want us both trapped in here forever!?"

@stungunmillie

[stungunmillie]

"What are you two doing?!"

In the midst of the two Octavos arguing, up trots Millie, five-feet-eleven of big, huggable young lady. Toting a rifle--sadly not a very high-powered weapon, just a highly realistic-looking pump-action pneumatic air BB gun. Still--a girl as strong as Millie is can do a bit of damage if she pumps that thing enough.

"You've got to get it together! This place is trying to kill us all! If we don't help each other, who will?!"

The soft pattering of little feet sounds behind Millie, and she turns rapidly, clearly keyed into the noise.

There stands a little girl, her hair a bright blonde (as opposed to Millie's dirty blonde, near-brown). Her enormous, pale-blue eyes are a dead ringer for Millie's. Clearly, these two are related...in some way.

The little girl gestures at Millie, mutely, her expression frozen in horror.

Instantly, Millie softens; she takes a few steps towards the little girl in the polka-dot frock and squats down in front of her. "Take your time," she soothes. "What is it?"

The girl takes a deep breath, and then begins to sign.

It's coming.

"What's coming?"

The bad guy. The bad guy is here. We have to run.

Millie whips towards the two versions of the dramatic bard, her face bloodless, her eyes enormous. "We have to go," she bites off quickly, choked. "The Warden is almost here."

[twohundredpower]

"CRAP!!!!! I missed Super Meat Day at the supermarket!!! Damnit, I was gonna buy so many steaks..!! My meat...!!"

[stungunmillie]

"Wait--what do you mean there's a Meat Day?! I missed it too?! This is the worst thing to happen to me since Miss Meryl got kidnapped!!"

[stungunmillie]

Rooted Event Info and Starter Call / Plotting Call

Millie wasn't here for Know Yourself. She has no clue what's going on, except that she's part of the group of people who have been asked to help those trapped in the Inn--and she volunteers to help!

Her past self is her child self, about 9 years old, before Millie hit her first growth spurt. She's ibble, and scrappy; she doesn't know how to fight yet, but she's already got a knack for fixing things, building things if needed, and spotting little details that other people miss. She's good at getting into little crawl spaces, and good at being quiet and spying on people if need be. She's also a paler blonde than present-day Millie.

Fun fact: Neither Big Millie nor Little Millie have any idea that they are two halves of a whole. Big Millie just found this child in the Inn and decided to take her on the rescue mission to keep an eye on her, and Little Millie is like OKAY!!

Like this post if:

you wanna crawl into my DMs to plot an event thread (feel free)

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both

Capping at 3. Thanks guys!!!

[stungunmillie]

gives you an unsolicited angelic blessing

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

"Um...no thank you, sir. I've already donated to a church this month. And when it's time to make more donations, one of my very best friends is a priest! So, um...Thank you very much! But, no thank you."

She's not buying what you're selling, Aury.

[shiromemes]

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

Things may or may not be added to their official inventory

[stungunmillie]

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Millie’s Playlist

It’s on Spotify, and still very much under construction, but so far so good!

Read Trigun

You wanna read Trigun Maximum?  You got a browser with between 1 and ten million adblockers enabled?  THEN GO FORTH

[elaenim]

I like Trigun

[innuko]

pls let them interact in stargaze pleaseee

[charadrxxmxrr]

Her voice raises, and Chara shrinks back a little more; the employees are happy to start their work, though, and begin to cut off a slice of the pastry and work on her tea order. The child keeps their careful distance, fiddling with their scarf again; the urge to leave itches their insides, but at the same time, they have the feeling that this woman will just start looking for them again.

Better to stay in a familiar spot.

“— that is a good choice,” they say, so soft they’re barely audible over the hustle and bustle of the cafe.

“Pa — the owner of the cafe, he and his husband cultivate all the plants here.” Chara helps, sometimes, with their own little inputs, but they don’t mention that. It’s not like they’re making decisions — just suggestions. Excitedly prattling on about plants.

[stungunmillie]

"Aw, thank you!" Mille smiles genuinely at Chara; she's so used to being called silly for her taste in high-quality desserts, and maybe it does seem silly, in the world she's from (a dog-eat-dog world, where resources are scarce and people struggle to survive). But here, it seems like her idea of a perfect café order is simply considered wise. What a refreshing change of pace!

"Oh, your Papa owns this place?" Millie is careful not to let herself get too loud. "He's doing a wonderful, wonderful job! I could swear I stumbled into a little slice of heaven, here. Plants, books, and coffee--it's like a dream come true! Everyone here loves you so much; you must be a great help and inspiration to your papas!" She's delighted. This child is delightful. This café is delightful. Everything about today is delightful. Millie feels the beginnings of peace start to settle over her heart. There's a little bit of home in the air, and she might need to cling to it.

Her order comes up soon enough, and Millie suppresses a noise of glee--it still comes out of her, just muted. "Oh, thank you! Oh these look lovely! Ya'll do such a good job here; thank you so much!"

Millie decides now's as good a time as any. As the barista is handing her her Ceylon tea, she leans over and whispers. "I messed up earlier--I made the owner's kid drop their chocolate cake, and I feel so, so bad about it! Is there any way you could get them another slice? I'll pay for it if I need to."

Millie looks back at Chara, to see their reaction--she knows she's been observed. She knows she's not sneaky, but she's not trying to be anymore. She's just trying not to make a big deal about it. She shoots Chara an apologetic little smile...and then considers.

...Now what?

The child seems well loved, and well-taken care of, here. But they also...seem far too skinny. Not that Millie has never seen an underfed child before, but still. The workers here love them, but the workers are working. Their fathers aren't here. No one is taking care of them right now. And yet, they flinched when Millie got too loud, and made motions that were too big. Is staying and looking after them the right call?

It only makes sense to leave it up to Chara.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here!" She means that. Her cake and tea look and smell incredible. Her mouth is watering. "Would you be okay keeping me company for a little bit? Maybe we can eat cake together! It seems a lot safer eating it here. I would cry if I saw another piece of cake in the snow. That was so, so sad." She's one hundred percent sincere.

"Oh! Silly me! All this time and I never introduced myself! I'm so sorry."

"I'm Millie Thompson, and it's a very great pleasure to meet you!"

[stungunmillie]

@punishercross

Another long day ended. Another day of wandering around Spirale, of getting acclimated to the island. Another day of marveling at the technology here--most of it beyond Millie's wildest imaginings--and trying to navigate the public transit. Today, especially was a day for learning how to travel--today was the day when Millie first discovered that this place had more than just the Island. There were the branches, too.

Millie had spent half the day trying to learn about each branch from asking various people, and the other half attempting to travel to one of the branches. She was particularly interested in the Land of Burnt Umber--it seemed, by all description, to be the closest environment to home. Not that Millie necessarily missed the arid climate into which she was born (water falling from the sky was a miracle! oceans were a miracle! and she was enjoying every minute!), but Millie wondered if she might see a familiar face if she went to a place that seemed the most like home.

She'd run into Mr. Priest, Mr. Vash, another Mr. Vash, and a man who also looked strangely like Mr. Vash. But she hadn't seen a single sign of Miss Meryl.

But it was getting close to sundown, and Millie had been advised strongly to not venture out towards that Branch after dark. Getting to the Land of Burn Umber required going through the Mistwood, which Millie had heard several spooky stories about. That was not a place you wanted to be after dark. Millie heeded the warnings, and just as she reached the road leading from the Cotes Ward towards the Mistwood, she marked its location in her memory, and got ready to turn around and hop on a train back to Golden, back to her apartment.

But she stopped. A man caught her eye. A very familiar silhouette. Millie turned towards him immediately--and stopped.

Something was off. Yes, he looked like Mr. Priest...but a handful of subtle things about his features were different. Just like with the littler Mr. Vash, Millie could tell immediately that this was not the Wolfwood she'd known. But he was also still Wolfwood.

Meeting two versions of the same person once was easy to explain away as "they must be cousins." Meeting two versions of the same person twice...that was more than a little uncanny.

"This is getting too weird," she said aloud. "First there's two Mr. Vashes, and now there's two Mr. Priests. I mean, what are the odds? Of two people I know having a cousin with the same name who also looks just like them? Sure, it happens! But does it really happen this often? Something is funny. Something is funny, here."

"Also, goodness gracious, your pants are too short, Mr. Priest. You look like you've outgrown them. And where are your socks??"

[charadrxxmxrr]

They both step into the cafe with little else said; Millie had thankfully taken up most of the empty silence and filled it. Chara couldn’t help but be grateful. The bell on the door chimes, and an array of greetings is given out by the employees at the counter.

“Chara! Back already? Knew that the boss’ cake wouldn’t last very long when you got your hands on it!”

“Ready for round two, sweetheart?”

“you brought a friend this time, huh?”

“Chara, here, take a napkin to wipe your face.”

Chara accepts the napkin and shuffles their sneakers, suddenly more interested in hiding behind Millie than anything else. Their ears have tinted pink; embarrassed, but clearly, this child is beloved here.

“. . . you can order whatever you like. The prices here are not terrible.”

Chara picks at their skin a little. Keeps their eyes down.

“There are also a lot of books here to read. I like it here.”

[stungunmillie]

The door to the Café opens, and Millie is hit with a rush of warm air--and Chara, with a warm rush of love from the people inside. Immediately, she's smiling. Regardless of what this child has been through, they are loved--and that warms her heart to see, right down to the core.

She pretends not to notice as they shuffle behind her. She's big! She makes a good shield! It wouldn't be the first time someone smaller has used her as a shield, and it won't be the last. She's happy to help.

When Chara mentions there are books, Millie looks up, and takes in the café as a whole--a delighted gasp leaves her. So many plants. The air smells like green growing things, and the pages of books, and coffee. She thinks maybe this might be Heaven, actually. (She still hasn't ruled out Spirale being some version of the afterlife; it's that jarring.)

"Oh my goodness...it's so lovely in here...everyone and everything in here is so lovely...!" Joy swells in her chest, and hope. She's always got hope, but ever since she arrived, it's been slippery. But now? This is a good place, full of good people. Her heart swells.

"I'll have a gâteau mille-feuille, and Ceylon tea!"

[stungunmillie]

@wolftccth

It was unbelievably unfortunate that the majority of the businesses in the Fibonacci Ward were in downtown area--the high-rise buildings growing out of the bottom of the canyon. Getting around in the downtown area was dizzying for Millie, between the rapid elevators, the sophisticated train system, and how the public transit schedule was all app-only, only on her phone. She was still getting used to the thing (the typewriter keyboard on it was so tiny! She did not have tiny fingers!). But alas, that's how job hunting had to go.

The surface level of Fibonacci, where the housing was located, was a breath of fresh air for Millie. The aesthetics of the place were far closer to the level of technology she was used to back home (the downtown area was what natives of planet Gunsmoke would call "Lost Technology"). Even though Millie didn't plan on heading home to the Golden Ward for a few more hours, sometimes she just needed a break. So around lunchtime, Millie got off the train on the surface level, and just...took a walk around. The cold air felt bracing and pure in her lungs; it had just snowed. The world seemed quiet and clean. She breathed in deep.

And so lost in thought, lost in the scenery was she, that she almost plowed over a stocky 5'5" man as she walked. (She herself being 5'11" and quite bulky.)

"Oh, goodness! I didn't see you there! I'm so sorry, sir! Did I run into you very hard? Are you hurting anywhere?"

This big girl was nothing but earnest.

[fullcolorfangirling]

"Ah this? It's a book that I needed for something I was working on."

For someone with a self-imposed strict deadline Digital realized quickly that she needed a little bit more material. So did the hose girl load up on plenty of rather "over the top" comics and books involving those who were always at each other's throats. Just on the chance she may be able to jog her mind and get a new idea before everything crumbled inside the uma's mind.

Unfortunately those books were not meant to be seen by anyone after walking out of the store. Especially the ones that seemed a little bit more intimate on the matter. But the mind of the fan girl took over as she bumped straight into someone walking on by, the bag falling over and spilling onto the sidewalk.

Did she need to explain what they were about even as the individual helped her out? Probably not. But she did anyway...

"You see there were these two rivals back where I'm from. And the way they fought each other as the final corner came into view was something of legends. If I can't manage to replicate that in the manga I'm making then I'd be doing them a disservice to all the others they inspired! So that's why I spent half my dust allowance today on all of these."

@stungunmillie | s.c

[stungunmillie]

Millie wasn't watching where she was going, to be fair. Her eyes were locked on the sky--on the falling snow. Being born and raised on a desolate desert planet, snow was something out of storybooks. Fairytales. Snow wasn't real.

Except it was, and it was falling on her shoulders, and melting in her hair. Millie was still taking her time looking around for a job--or a source of odd jobs--but as she walked up the street, she couldn't help but be entranced by something that, to her, looked like a miracle.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going, I didn't mean to..."

As she apologized, Millie knelt down and started picking up the books, and handing them back up to the pink-haired girl. But before she could get another word out, Digital was off, rambling about her reasons for buying them.

Wasn't that funny? What a funny girl. A spark of curiosity took hold of Millie; what was in these books that had caused her to start on such a ramble? She flipped one open.

Ah. Ah. Yes. Racy books. Yep.

Millie added the raunchiest volumes to the stack she made, and handed it over to Digital without batting an eye.

"You sound so motivated!" Millie couldn't help but admire the girl's energy. "You're making a...manga?" She didn't know that phrase. She wasn't aware of Spirale's automatic translation field, but some things didn't have a one-to-one translation. Millie took a glance around at the other books, and realized all of them were some form of comic or a graphic novel. "Oh, a comic-book! Well, with passion like yours, I'm sure your book will turn out wonderfully!"

She meant that, sincerely.

[charadrxxmxrr]

Chara waits a beat, and then another; Millie’s patience is endless, but that doesn’t stop the child from being cautious. They watch her, as she backs up just a little (of course they notice, they’ve had to notice everything since they were small; they were able to observe everything on the journey with Frisk because of it) and as she waits.

She makes it seem so natural, but Chara knows it’s anything but. It’s a little bit like Vash, they think without a hint of irony. Waiting for them to make the first move. Waiting for them to decide when it’s safe.

It takes another moment, but they pull themself out of the pipe, sneakers squishing the cake that had fallen. They feel really badly about all that wasted food. They should have just sucked it up and eaten it.

Not like they haven’t tasted dirt before.

“It is not far,” they say, as they adjust the scarf around their neck; it’s striped, just like their sweater, but in blues and pinks. They point to the street across the park, and — just as they said, cafe December is right there, in that familiar font. “I was on my way home but I could not wait.”

Carefully, tentative, Chara takes a step forward. They tear their eyes away from the stranger as they begin to walk, shoulders stiff and ankles wobbly.

“They make good strawberry cake, but the chocolate is my favorite. It is almost as good as the butterscotch pie papa makes.”

[stungunmillie]

"Oh, that looks so cute!" Chara points out the Café, and Millie sees it there--but it's not ringing any bells. She's only just arrived. She hasn't made the connection yet, to who owns it. She has no way of knowing that when Chara says 'papa,' they mean Wolfwood. (Yet.)

Millie just hangs out, waiting for Chara to lead on. It's no trouble. She follows out of arm's reach, behind but a bit to one side, so that Chara can keep her in their peripheries. No surprises from the big girl.

"Ooo!"

"I haven't seen a strawberry cake in years! That sounds so delicious! I wonder if they'd be alright with me sampling a few things! I've got a little extra money--and I've got a separate stomach for cake and ice cream!"

Her tone hasn't lost a bit of exuberance, but she's still monitoring her volume a bit. Nothing too loud. Nothing shrieky. Nothing that would startle a chicken, or a skittish cat. That's always been the best metric, in her experience, when it comes to wary kids.

"Wow, I'm so lucky I ran into you! I have been thinking about desserts for a few days...yum!"

[stungunmillie]

@madeupxmemory

The end of another long day--exploring the island, figuring out the Lost Technology that made up its infrastructure, unhurriedly hunting for a job (or steady source of odd jobs), marveling at the ample water and plantlife absolutely everywhere. The goal was to stay busy, and Millie was staying busy...but it was tiring. Everything. All of it. So many new experiences, so many difficult experiences, so many feelings...

Millie was more than happy to step into the high-rise elevator that lead to her apartment. It meant the day was almost over. It meant that a hot meal and a warm bed were within her reach.

It didn't happen often, but Millie happened to step into the elevator at the same time as another person. This was the first time she'd get to meet one of her neighbors!

"Hi there!" she greeted Naminé brightly. "I think we're neighbors! Maybe we live on the same floor? That would be fun! I'm Millie! I'm in Apartment 312."