#starbounduma

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

Hello, Eleven... I'd like to ask you something...

Where were you at [Sky gives a date and time. Eleven may or may not know this, but it's the time when Vessel's accident happened]... I'm curious about something...

If you were in tracen, there should be security footage that could back you up... I'll be able to look for that... - @sky-the-cozy

MOOD DOWN: AWFUL!

*The faux polite mask Eleven had been hiding her emotions beneath shatters completely. She stares into Sky's eyes, searching for a sign that this is some cruel joke. She finds nothing.*

What do you actually want from me. I wasn't at Tracen then. I was at [common confession tree]. I- I literally have the text from Vessel!

*The astronomer seemed upset, bordering on hostility aimed at the other uma.*

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

Two firm knocks signal their arrival.

Shirokun opens the door without any real care for permissions, standing awkwardly in the doorway like a toddler.

They don't look much like Vessel. They're taller, visibly more disheveled, slightly more grayish hair, and they have green-blue eyes. And they carry the scent of cigarette smoke with them.

..morning. I couldn't text, but the visiting hours are open. My car is somewhat near the dorms.

The glance at the pink ribbon fastened at Eleven's tail, but they don't say anything.

'M pretty sure that the Academy wouldn't mind if you miss a little training, would they?

~ @thebrightestvessel (//technically.)

*Eleven stared at the Vessel sound-alike with wide, empty eyes. She looked like shit. Yesterday's makeup was smudged and tracked across her face, her hair a mess. She was wearing some shitty, hole-littered tee that she didn’t remember owning with an equally abused pair of pants. The pink ribbon tied around her tail was still there, the bow now halfway undone and uneven. She barely looked like she even went to Tracen, let alone looking like a racer.*

They wouldn’t even notice that I left.

*Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet, like someone had sucked the vibrance from her. She wasn’t convinced that it was a partial lie. Even if logically, she should know that her trainer will end up calling her to ask where she is. She followed Shirokun, eyes locked on the floor.*

*Her ears flicked around at any noise that could’ve been Vessel’s, like she was willing the uma to her side.*

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

I'm sorry to say this on such short notice, but I can't race with you tomorrow.

Or for the next week, actually.

I, er. May or may not be able to even walk normally or train for the next week too.

..I'm sorry if you were looking forward to it. Trust me, I was too.

~ @thebrightestvessel

Giving up prematurely~? I thought you were better than that, Ve-

What. Happened. Care to explain why you look like the aftermath of a fucking paper shredder? Or why you seem to be on the verge of tears just standing right now? It’s been maybe three hours since I last saw you, and most umas are training right about now. And don’t even try to say that you fell or that you were “just training”. I’m not stupid, White Vessel.

You are going to tell me what happened, then I am going to bring you to the nurse. No if, ands, or buts. Here I thought Trancen was safe..

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

“The constellations guided the earliest of our ancestors, but what about guiding the future into speed?”

I am Star Eleven, the uma guided by the stars. I aim to become the first - and fastest - uma guided by none other than space itself and the science that holds it together. If you do not stand by my study, expect to fall behind me on the track.

//hihihi !!! I’m new to UmaBlr and this is my first uma oc !!!! I’m nice I prommy !!!! I’ll be using #starbounduma for normal posts, #guidedbythestars for asks, and #starmod rambles for ooc stuff !!!

//EDIT: adding clear blog rules

no NSFW, even if its a separate post. I really don't wanna see that. things like making out/kissing, non-sexual physical intimacy, and asking about future kids is a-okay though!

asks that make me uncomfortable will get deleted and will result in a ban (ex; "thought you said you weren't straight, turns out you just needed the right uma to fix you)

transphobia, homophobia, racism, ableism and bigotry are not allowed here

I'm ok with shipping/fankids, but PLEASE don't try to force the ship you think is cute. There is a plot that took a lot of planning and effort unfurling

constructive criticism is ok, but please be nice about it. I try really hard to stay as accurate as possible to the personality I made for her, which means she is a little bitch.

if I feel that these rules are being ignored, I will close down asks and abandon this blog.

its also probably worth mentioning that I'm a minor !!

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

Eleven. would you like to race with me out in the fields?

..I'm getting a little rusty, and I want to see if my devotion is giving me anything good regarding that.

I may or may not have gotten last place on my most recent race.

~ @thebrightestvessel

Ah, Vessel, I’d be happy to go race with you. Have you not been getting put into races as of recent? I see no reason why you’d be “getting rusty” otherwise. Poor thing. Is your devotion testing you in this difficult time? Maybe it’s a sign.

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

//i dont know how to pace this so um. please dont kill me.

..hi.

Vessel pauses, fidgeting with her hands as she struggles.

Sorry for showing up again so suddenly, I just wanted to tell you- ask? Is that it? I wanted to ask you something.

I found this really pretty area near the Academy, and it's great for training. I wanted to ask.. Would you want to train with me there? Later today?

It'd be at 7 PM, and um- The address is [//pretend this is an actual address]. I can write it down or text you if you forget, anything works. It's- It's way later because it gets prettier at night, and I guess you'd get more guts running from animals out there... Ah, sorry-

Will you go with me? Please?

*Eleven went red, mismatched eyes going wide. Her ears twitched, like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she processed what her rival (although it doesn’t feel right to call them that. It never had) had offered her. She didn’t remember stepping closer, or taking the devotee’s hand in her own. She could barely think over the rampant sound of her heart thudding against her chest.*

Yes!- holy fuck- I mean- ….hi. Yes. I’d like to go with you. Text me the address. Wear something nice. Don’t be late. I’ll be counting on you. Don’t keep me waiting, okay?

*When had she gotten so good at that? Was she always good at that? Vessel’s hands were soft. Had she been holding them for too long? Her mind raced as she stared into those seemingly endless blue eyes. Like irises built directly from the space between stars. She wouldn’t mind getting sucked into there. She wouldn’t mind melting into the white-haired uma. She wanted to intertwine with her so deeply that their cells merged. Was this what she had been hiding from herself? She couldn’t name one good reason why she’d denied herself such a feeling.*

(//guh…. How could chara make me write this….. gotta push past the transmasc to find the last few specks of lesbian for the stupid horses😢…..)

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

In one of my classes, an uma just spent at least five minutes POSITIVELY talking about Space-X. what has the world fallen to. I'm usually all for further investigations of the stars, not from that man, though. Keep scrap metal out of space.

[brandnewkindofconstellation]

I wanted to give something to you.

Orange pulls out a small picture from her pocket, white creases overlap one another like a spiderweb, but the image is mostly visible with context.

It was a picture of Vessel and Eleven, smiling with some sort of racetrack behind them. Maybe it was after the former had won for the last time, jokingly promising that she'd be the next Triple Crown..

Vessel loved this thing, I could've sworn that she actually slept with it sometimes as a good luck charm. She's.. She's not coming back to Tracen- or her senses- anytime soon so I think you should have it.

..I hope things work out for you. I'm not one of those obsessed-with-drama-umas so I seriously don't mean anything bad by this. Hell, I can beat up Vessel when she comes back, to shake some sense into her. She didn't deserve you.

Daishin Orange smiles, but her hand with the picture is shaking.

~ @thebrightestvessel

//"this isnt vessel-" im not making orange a tumblr account...

//also hi i dont know if this counts as shoving eleven in the meat grinder or not

*Eleven doesn't actually process the shaking hand reaching out to grab the picture as her own. She stares at it, mind whirling. Vessel looks almost identical, a little less exhausted and a little less bruised, but undeniably the same uma that was in the picture. The same uma who haunts her (now rather frequent) nightmares. The same can't be said for the astronomer, though. Her eyes are just slightly lighter, her freckles more pronounced, her hair isn't quite the same color. It's incredibly plausible that the image is of some almost identical twin that she never talked about. She recognizes herself anyway.*

th- thank you, Orange. That isn't necessary though.

*She's going to be sick. Looking at the image alone makes her want to crawl out of her skin and go missing. She can't tell if its guilt or shame or the knowledge of what she's lost. She just knows it makes itself home in the pit of her gut and makes her want to sob till her eyes go permanently dry and her vocal cords shred themselves into chunks.*