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[theobsidianmagpie]

How long has it been since Dana came to this world, and to this small and peaceful town abundant with people coming and going? She didn’t count, but she estimated it to be almost a month. But the pain in her loving heart didn’t stop hurting. Love that will never be requited, and it hurts. The love specifically was over Jean and Logan, and how they were happier together in a menagerie of euphoric love. 

But here Dana was, alone and without that euphoria, and in pain over it.

To try and get it over with for the times to many, Dana decided to go out and grab a couple things for dinner, hoping it will ease her mind off of this. Donning a light blue halter dress, she emerged from the door without her arm, retreating into her body and an eyepatch over her scarred left barefooted. She had no need for her ‘prosthesis’, she was in place with no need of it. Lucie came to her side, trotting with an empty basket in hand. 

The roads and sidewalks were clean, nicely paved so there was no need for shoes. And Dana’s ‘Magpie’ rendered her somewhat impervious to that. She was lost in thought over what kind of seafood to buy when ‘WHAM’ a large shadow emerged, the impact knocking her to the ground. Lucie barked and as Dana looked around to see who it was, it was only when she looked up when she saw who it was. And by Thor’s hammer they were huge.

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“Listen, I’m fine. Really, I am. For all we know, Wade’s gonna come in anytime and give me the thumbs that everything’s fine.”

She tries to wave it off by assuring this. Despite the fact, she’s in a hospital and there’s an IV connecting in her right arm instead of her lacking left. She was feeling awful with it starting recently.

“So you can stop--ACHOO! Worrying about me...”

“Shit.”

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Dark times of the Scaled Sides

It was daytime as a magpie flew in the dark woods. The leaves had fallen covering the normal dirt ground, indicating the seasons she had passed through since the last time she had seen a calendar. The magpie, having felt she had covered enough distance for the day, she changed her shape and called it a day.

Her real shape wasn’t a magpie. Rather a woman with dark black hair with black eyes that seemed to glimmer only upon closer inspection that traces of blue swirl in her eyes. She appeared pretty, but there was so much she was hiding underneath. So much so that she was running all this way out in what appeared to be nowhere. She didn’t care as long as she was away from it all.

Setting her backpack down she started pulling out her things seemingly from such a small backpack that she had enchanted with the undetectable extension charm at the beginning of her trip. Stopping when she hears something snap, she slowly turns her head. With one hand ready to pull her wand at the second she sees if its someone who had been following her. And if it is someone who had been following her, then she wouldn’t hesitate to defend herself if necessary.

“Come out.”

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Sparks gently fly as the tools between her fingers work to unravel the wires stuck in the long-dead android’s circuits. The scavenger sits quietly as cybertronic parts lay scattered across the floor among the tools needed for welding. Instead, they’re being used for dismantling the androids in an abandoned ship on the planet Utapu. 

Utapu was once a place of war. Shimabukuro understood that much. It was also a place where unseen treasures could be found. She understood that very well. As she works she hears something. Tilting up, she stops welding to hear for the sounds again, realizing that she may not be the only one in this desolate ghost ship.

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“You’re Ben, right? I’m Dana Glass. I met Johnny and honestly I have no idea how the hell you deal with him.”

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The party’s full of laughter and booze. At least one of those things are good for the soul. Smiling at the table as the people congregate among themselves, she knows she’s gonna have to be in the crowd, talking to them. But there’s a heavy lump in her heart preventing her from doing so.

She knows that after this party, tomorrow will come. When tomorrow comes, she will have to travel to her appointed base to train within the World Army. To think she’s come this far scares her, but she knows this will be a good thing, it will destroy that feeling of being able to do nothing.

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Can’t stay buried

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“If you came back, then it means we have an entirely catastrophic situation that will prove to be irreparable if we do not figure what caused your resurrection, Mr. Jones,” Asmodeous answers setting his book down. 

This was not how he intended his satanic Sunday to go. Far from it.  The original plan was to socialize with the ghosts in the nearby churchyard, as he had done for the last couple years or so. It was a daily ritual, at the stroke of midnight that was when he would party among the dead as a Prince of Hell. The Demon of Pride stoking egos of the dead and asking for deals in return, while also hearing what causes them to stay, instead of heaven or hell. 

That was the case, until the ghosts screamed at the sight of grave breathing in soil, only for a hand to claw its way out, and with a hand came a body with it. A body of a young man. A young man who had probably been dead for a while too.

It had set immediate panic in the otherwise calm demon. This meant the potential danger of biblical proportions, one in millions of years in the making. Asmodeous had no intention of leaving the man there, he couldn’t be knowing what he potentially meant. So, he took him back to his house, bandaged him as best as he could, and then called Dana for help.

Then he waited...Until the young man known as Rick Jones woke up, and then Asmodeous explain the potential outcome of his resurrection.

“I apologize for having to explain this terrible fate to you, but it’s probably better to rip off the bandage better than later,” He adds.

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Paint it Black: Horror! Verse

Dana was born in Seattle, to her father, Peter Glass a Korean war veteran. And her mother, Ren Shimabukuro, an Okinawan refugee from the pacific theater. She grew up in the suburban victorian house that was, for the most part, her home. It was a pretty good childhood, built on rock and roll, supportive parents and a desire for exploring out of the box.  She was a punk, raised on the stories of her parents during the respective wars they both lived through and as such raised her as an anti-war protestor while knowing that it’s not the soldier's fault but rather the government. She also challenged how society viewed her in education. However, she challenged herself when SHE moved in. Her name was Jean, from the east coast, she was unlike anyone Dana had met. Which is why the two became such fast friends. It was only until highschool did Dana realize that she loved Jean. Which lead to two problems. One is that it was the 80s, which could’ve led to possible rejection and societal shame. The second problem being that around high school, Dana had realized that she was definitely ace, as having no sexual interests in the physicalities that were the human bodies.

So she kept this to herself. Until Prom. She confessed her feelings and her asexuality. To Dana’s surprise, she did not reject her. But while Jean liked Dana as well, she did not know her own sexuality well enough to decide if she wished to pursue a relationship. Dana was fine with it all either way. After graduation, the two decided to rent an apartment, making ends meet, and figuring out their relationship along the way. Then one summer, they decided to apply as a summer camp counselor. At Camp Sleepaway. There occurred two things: Dana’s first kiss with Jean, along with her confession of love and then Jean’s death. Stabbed to death by ‘Angela’. The event scarred Dana and inspired her to testify in court, using her punk and love as a weapon against the one who killed her Jean.

Fast forward to college, she’s tried to keep a low profile, never giving away she was one of the camp counselors at sleepaway camp. For the most part, she studied make-up prosthetics and osteology, an odd combination to say the least. That’s where she met HIM. The blond-haired blue-eyed military brat that was John Walker. He grew up in a vastly different upbringing and had views that challenged hers. Perhaps that’s why it took so long to be friends. But after that, he started to show her things in a new light, topics that ultimately allowed her to have a more neutral, but punkish outlook on life. She started to like him not for his east coast looks, but more for his personality and his heart. Perhaps he started to like her too, for her looks and her punkish personality. But also her looks. But they never found because of two things: Her being ace and past trauma with Jean, and also the letter for John’s enlistment into the military. It went against everything her parents endured and she was scared for him. But she never told him, because he was so happy when got the letter because she knew it was his plan after college. Because it was he wanted even after the death of his brother in the Vietnam War. 

Shortly after they graduated with their respective degrees, they never saw each other again.

And after that, she was alone, constantly traveling the states and everywhere else wherever movie jobs followed. Constantly moving to forget the girl and boy she loved. Constantly moving to forget the horrors of that one fateful camp.

Until one night….

So this is gonna be a shared universe with @multitudescontained that I’m really looking forward to writing with!! I wanted to leave this version of Dana’s biography up.