Jul 18, 2020
I just wanted to make something fun to do for Epithet Erased- and I thought this would be fun!
Anyone can participate- honestly, just have fun!
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I just wanted to make something fun to do for Epithet Erased- and I thought this would be fun!
Anyone can participate- honestly, just have fun!
Day 1: Introductions -Tell us a little about yourself! Got a cool nicknames?
“Dunno if any of these count as ‘cool’- but Cappie here is pretty creative...”
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For Banzaisona week- I’m gonna be using an oc of mine, Lauramie Earliglow, from an anime campaign I’m co-gming! And guest starring ‘Cappie Chino’- another npc I’ll be playing from the same campaign!
[DATA LOG 1]
Static.
There’s a flickering of images, of red-coded binary, of a familiar, heart shaped symbol, and then for the briefest of nanoseconds, a searing red dot that eerily looks back. Watching.
But then the static returns just as fast. The video takes a few seconds to focus, but when it does, it seems to be from the perspective of a small camera mounted on rather elaborate desktop set-up, with multiple computer monitors on either side showing various files and live camera feeds. And sitting in front of it all?
A woman of Deepwood descent, typing away on a keyboard with machine-like speed and precision. She brushes away a lock of snow-white hair as she glances at the camera. The room behind her is pitch dark, making it impossible to tell where she was recording this from.
“Alright...”
She clears her throat, moving her hands away from the keys to fold in front of her chest.
“Data Log 1. Today is August 1st, 2020. I am compiling a series of video logs in accordance with several contingency protocols, in the event or events that would otherwise lead to my termination or disappearance. Better safe than sorry, as my father always said. That being said, if you are watching this without authorization...well, I must congratulate you on getting past my firewalls and encryption. Unfortunately, unless you accounted for it, my system is set up to erase all data on this computer the moment its security is compromised. I’m afraid it’s too late to save anything now...”
There’s a small pause.
“...however, if you are still watching...then I suppose I should let you know that these videos contain rather sensitive and confidential information regarding myself and...other matters of which I have not disclosed to many people. For obvious reasons, as you will soon find out.”
Another pause.
“...For what it’s worth, I apologize in advance. It was necessary. ALL of it was necessary. Again--you’ll soon learn why.”
She closes her eyes, and takes in a deep breath.
“...Now then. We’ll start with the basics. I have a pre-written list of simple questions, but for now, I’ll only answer this one and save the rest for other logs...”
[QUESTION 1: Tell us a little bit about yourself! Got a cool nickname?]
“My name is Raychel Athena Blackwell. I am 34 years old, 6′2, and Deepwood/Seaside Race. I am currently a Police Officer of the Sweet Jazz City Police Department--I work in Tech and Data Analysis. As for nicknames...mn. I can think of a few from some of the people I work with. Numbers comes to mind, as well as...”
Sigh.
“...VARIOUS others of a ridiculous nature from a certain juvenile delinquent. I won’t go into them, otherwise this log will be longer than it has to be.”
Raychel hums, leaning back into her chair, looking at another monitor as they do so. “...There isn’t much I can say about myself. I live alone, and I am not exactly a very sociable person. You could say I’m just a rather...private individual overall. It’s something I value, I suppose. Which is...a little ironic, considering...”
...They trail off.
“...Mn. Never mind that. I’ll go into more detail later. I think this is enough for now. End log.”
[END OF DATA LOG 1]
((Typing sound effect: Here!))
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Banzaisona Week everybody!!!! Sorry these are a little late and I’m kind of going out of order but here’s our 2 bestest buds: Rook and Jet!! Jet’s the real Banzai blaster and joined because criminals don’t need licenses to fly planes!!! works as a technician at a theme park during the day to pay for their shared appartment Rook’s her BFF 4 life!!!! his epithet is Intangible and it can allow him to go through walls and direct attacks have no effect on him No one’ s really sure what his stats are mostly because he barely says more than 2 words at a time As far as blasters go the stuff they pull is pretty dangerous; they have broken into so many air ports just to high jack planes so Jet can “practice” Rook always Ghosts the plane right before they hit the ground so it’s all good… except when the plane gets stuck in the ground then it’s a bit of a problem. other than that they break into a lot of pounds and steal all the babies who are about to get gassed!!! Afterwards they go back home and watch classic spongebob at 4 am while Jet eats McDonald’s covered in Mayo and Rook pets the babies
Banzaisona Week: Day 1
Heya! Blueca here, aka FORTE!! Banzai Blaster, music lover, and great at crime. Though, I'm not great at the stealth stuff, I'm pretty loud and a sucker for theatrics.
Day 2: Epithet - Do you have an epithet? What is it? What can you do? What do you think about it? Think it’s cool? Think it sucks?
“I’m not super comfortable sharing what it is, but yeah- I like it. It gives me a bit of a green thumb, aha! Ain’t that neat?”
“....”
“I really like weeds, okay...?”
Day 4: Fashion - What do you like to wear? Does it relate to an epithet, or talent? Got some extra outfits in your wardrobe?
“I like to wear comfortable stuff. Pajamas- if I can sneak into work with them, long t-shirts, heavy pjs. But when I can’t- I usually just wear what’s comfortable. Long flowy dresses and hats- long sleeves... or something insanely cursed.”
“I have a corn costume. And I will wear it.”
[DATA LOG 2]
The next video looks to be in the same place as before, though this time Raychel herself doesn’t appear on screen until a few seconds in. She sits down with a soft thump, fixes her hair, and once again clears her throat.
“Data Log 2. Today is August 2nd, 2020. This is the second of a series of video logs--I’m going to assume you’re watching these in the proper order--if not, please refer to Data Log 1. Onto the next series of questions, then...”
[QUESTION 2: EPITHET. Do you have an Epithet? What is it? What can you do? What do you think about it? Think it’s cool? Think it sucks?]
“Yes, I am Inscribed...on official files, I am Class 2, but...well, I’m afraid that is an outright lie. I’ve been Nova Class since I was 29. A bit of advice for anyone out there...never let anyone know all that what you’re truly capable of. Though I suppose the purpose of these video logs rather betrays that point...”
“My Epithet is Zero. It allows me to manipulate data--any kind of data, as long as I can calculate it. You’re probably wondering how ‘Zero’ would possibly allow me to do such a thing when, typically, Zero means nothing to most people.”
Raychel reaches into her jacket and pulls out...a stress ball. She squeezes it, once, before it starts to glow a bright red--and floats right out of her hand, suspended in mid-air by some unseen force.
“But I, however, interpret it differently. Zero is both a beginning and an end, and what lies beyond it. It is the other half of binary, of which all computer programs and digital systems rely on to function. Zero represents the absence, or lack of something...and just because something is not THERE does not mean it is harmless.”
She flicks her finger, and the stress ball follows it perfectly.
“Take gravity, for instance. No gravity--or the sudden shift of it can vastly affect the force--or lack thereof--any object. Another example would be temperature...”
As she speaks, the stress ball suddenly starts to frost over. Colder, and colder, until it looked like a small snowball.
“...I suppose in this case, yes, My Epithet is...cool. I find it easier to reduce temperature rather than raise it. I’ve found many, many uses for my Epithet over my entire lifetime...there’s a reason why my Proficiency is maxed out. It wouldn’t BE so if I thought my Epithet couldn’t do much. It’s only logical.”
The stress snowball returns to her hand, and icy frost around it slowly melts as she turns off her Epithet.
“Of course, I can do more than just turn off gravity or make things cold...but that’ll be something for another time, I think. That’s all for now--I have a rather busy day ahead of me. End log.”
[END OF DATA LOG 2]
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