#reascension

[melanchole]

earth, moon, mars, saturn, eres

earth: rivers or seas?seas 🌊moon: do you play any instruments?yes! primarily piano, violin, & bass guitar.mars: do you believe in life on other planets?yes! 👽👽👽saturn: favourite song?i have a looooot but rn i really like GOLD by brockhamptonceres: how old are you?i'm 18!

[tahthetrickster]

Like Cyberpunk?

You should join the new Reascension roleplay over on Fiction Cove! It is literally brand new; it only has three players thus far.

If you're interested, hit the jump to see my introductory post and then head over to Fiction Cove to join us!

Something skittered. Maryln's head shot up, instantly alert at the sound. She was not certain of what made the noise, but whatever it was, it could not be good. It never was. The female slid silently to her feet, wary. She did not mind the fire she'd been crouched next to for the time being, primarily concerned about the noise that had just been made. It was close. Entirely too close for comfort. What the hell was it? It could be any number of things. One of those... creatures, perhaps. That was always a terrifying experience - one that she genuinely wished would never happen again. Of course, it may have been merely a patrol bot. Those generally left her alone provided that she was not making another attempt to get into the city. Then again, patrol bots were not ever this far away from the city, either. The cyborg flexed her mechanical hand, the false nerve endings firing to move the thing. She pressed her index and middle fingers together and flattened her thumb against the side of her hand, preparing her primary weapon. Even without looking, Maryln could almost "feel" the tiny plates on the tips of her fingers shifting away to reveal the tips of the barbed electrodes in her fingers and the minute laser sight in her thumb. Maryln gazed about warily, waiting to hear that noise again. Her arm was tense - well, as tense as a robotic hand always was, in any case - as she listened hard. There. Her arm swung up sharply, the red dot pinning itself onto a suspicious-looking dark patch. That was where the skittering had come from. "Who's there?" the former guard snarled, a scowl tugging at her chapped lips. Her voice was rough; she did not use it often. No response. Her eyes narrowed sharply. An inhuman shriek erupted from the shadow and it surged forward, much faster than she'd anticipated. The electrodes fired, a stream of wiring linking the barbs to her fingertips. The sharp instruments embedded themselves into the... thing, and the crackle of electricity followed. The thing shrieked again, but fell in spasms, jerking and trembling in agony at the heavy pulses of energy. The cyborg heard the crackle of electricity again, much closer this time. In her arm. She braced herself for what she knew was coming, as though it would help. It didn't. It never did. The short raced up her pale mechanical arm into her flesh and she dropped as well - luckily not into her small fire. The cyborg jerked violently, wheezing as the electricity tore through her, setting every nerve ending alight. She regained control of herself - for the most part - only seconds after the shock ended. She still trembled horribly, of course, and her dexterity was not at its best, but that could not be helped. Maryln shakily got to her feet before bending down again. She grabbed the unburned end of a stick from her fire and went to examine the... thing. At the sight of it, the cyborg grimaced. She still was not entirely sure what it was, but it was sure ugly. And dangerous-looking. Time to get out of here. A booted foot stamped out the remnants of her fire. That pulse of energy - strong though it was - was not enough to kill anything unless it was more faulty than she'd realized. It had been a safety measure put into her weapon-arm to keep her from accidentally killing a human... or doing some horrible, irreversible damage to a robot. In any case, the whatever-it-was would be back up and angry if she stuck around for too long. She did not want to see that. Tremors eased into the cyborg's shoulders as she left, but Maryln ignored them. She had gotten very good at ignoring the quakes - even now, as they grew to cover her until her entire body was quivering. A sad side effect of the repeated shorts in her system. She paid them no mind. She was too focused on getting away from the creature and to somewhere relatively safe. Mild irritation creased her tan brow and she rubbed her short hair with her free hand. Dust fell as she did so and her nose wrinkled. Disgusting. Maryln made a mental note to find a water source at some point. She was in horrible need of a cleaning. But, she put those thoughts aside. There were more important things to consider. Like getting back into the city. That was, actually, what she had been plotting earlier before the creature had interrupted her focus. Now she had to try and recall what part of her plan she had been considering when she heard that skittering. Not an easy task when attempting to navigate the Outskirts. How vexing.

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