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Fun fact: The patches on Nova's hoodie have various spells weaved into them! One keeps her hoodie clean, another repairs holes and tears, and another makes her less noticeable in crowds and dark places.
One of the more important ones, especially during her teen years, helps regulate her body temperature. It makes her hoodie warm up when she's cold and cool down when she's hot. Without it, she'd be shivering all the time because of what she assumes is an iron deficiency.
"oh i'm british now. cool."
"how's it going guys, flashbang here."
should i make nova british?
yes - ckc spaniels are from britain
yes - it'd be funny
no - there's no real reason for it
no - why would you do that to her
[for Nova] "We can sort this out, but you need to stop yelling at me first."
Nova stumbles over her words, before groaning at Loona and storming out of the apartment. She almost rips the front door off its hinges... The air noticeably cools as she leaves.
nova needs so much unconditional love and affection, holy shit
i just learned that ckc spaniels are british and now i cant stop imagining Nova sounding a bit like Velvette lmao
i like to imagine there's a whole society of Novas somewhere out in the infinite expanses of the multiverse, all of whom have been adopted by someone or another, with Nova Prime as their figurehead and founder
it's mostly a mutual aid thing, with Novas with wealthier adopted parents helping those who aren't so lucky.
like the citadel of ricks from rick and morty but built on helping each other and ensuring everyone's continued survival instead of spite i guess
A Taste of Mystery Meat
In which the Hellion runs from her problems.
Closed RP with @overlord-rosie
Muses involved: Nova, Aunt Rosie
Nova stands over a bloodied corpse. She's recently managed to catch a ride from IMP City to Pentagram City in an attempt to escape someone she feared. She was doing surprisingly well, despite the more chaotic environment of what could only be described as Sinner Central. She's managed to stay under the radar for about a week, mainly sticking to areas with low foot traffic.
That didn't last. Of course it didn't last.
Someone seems to have followed her from IMP City. Someone who now lies dead on the pavement, their body shredded to ribbons and broken beyond recognition. Nova is panting and shaking. Her heart is racing, her teeth feel weird, her vision is blurry. She tries to remember the past few minutes but all she gets is a splitting headache in response...
She shambles out of the alley.
... It's early in the morning. A rather burly cannibal woman wearing a stained butcher's apron enters Rosie's Emporium soon after it opens. She approaches the counter, cradling something in her arms. "Scuse me, Aunt Rosie? I need a bit a' help with somethin'."
