#typhos caphia

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Icons for (most of) the Shattered Star crew! Sorry for the repost TwT’

Love this motley crew of weirdos. Two is the most normal guy out of the bunch.

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What does Typhos' full outfit look like?

wouldn't you like to know weatherboy

(here u go)

she avoids wearing her actual uniform unless there are other fleet members around, lmao. darvai doesn't really care as long as she isn't seen working in her usual attire

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oops typhos has a full design now and i think i am in love

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Rolling Ball, Part 1

Typhos strutted down the street, taking in the sights of the city. Meandering, really. She’d started from the top and worked her way down- From the glamorous city heights, literally speaking, down to the level of the cliff the city was built on. And then further down, beneath the city, into the cliff itself.

Kinefort Heights. Odd place. But Typhos liked to explore odd places, once in a great while.

She wore her blocker tonight, under the high collar of her dress. Through it, the emotions that usually writhed in the back of her head and threatened to fill the entirety of her skull were muted. Instead, they felt like a movie being played in the background of her thoughts. Fleeting, calm glimpses into the lives of passerby. She could ignore them.

Typhos had dressed down tonight, and even then, she got catcalled more times than she could count on both hands. The worst offenders got a bolt of lightning from the clear sky above- Enough to severely stun or knock unconscious, not enough to kill- And then off she went, continuing casually on her little tour.

Striding along, Typhos became aware of a troll in agony, somewhere. Sobbing an apology, trying to change his answer to something apparently more suitable.

Others, watching this display. Intrigued by it. Enjoying it.

What the fuck.

It was enough to make Typhos pause, and turn her head towards the building that was the source of this bizarre little snippet. Oddly enough, there was no one else around, despite it being a busy hour of the night.

She watched another troll slink in. There seemed to be nothing stopping her. A bouncer at the door watched her approach, apparently considering stopping her- But a mere glance from her quelled the thought, replacing it with mild shame for even considering stopping her. He opened the door for her instead, dropping his gaze to the ground.

Typhos strode in like she owned the place.

She was greeted with a nearly empty lobby, two trolls loitering and chatting with one another. One was the troll who had just entered before her; They both looked to her and Typhos met their gaze; Any comments aimed at her died on their tongues.

Typhos’ gaze flickered away and she continued on to a pair of doors, beyond which seemed to be the source of what had initially caught her attention. She ignored that one of the two trolls ogled her rear after she had passed them.

The doors opened into a dark auditorium, filled with trolls. The watchers, their focus fixed upon a brightly lit stage, where a charismatic violetblood chattered to his audience. Typhos’ gaze fell on a bronzeblood wheezing and choking on his own blood on the stage. The troll who had initially caught her attention.

But there was more going on here. Two trolls in the audience were focused intently on the host in particular. One, was bored, but tense. Waiting. Their finger on the trigger of a rifle, trained on the host. Following his every move. The other, seemed pleased with the show before her. Her emotional processes, silent to all but Typhos, nearly seemed to mirror that of the host on stage.

It wasn’t just the short waves of sadistic enjoyment that the crowd was getting. It was just a gentle satisfaction, wrought with twisted glee. Yes, everything is going accordingly.

Typhos turned around, stepping back out into the lobby as she retrieved her phone from her slim-fitting dress. She scrolled calmly through her contacts, choosing a number and tapping the call button.

Darvai’s voice came from the other end of the line, pleasantly surprised.

“Typhos! You almost never call. What might be the occasion?”

“I found something interesting. Are you bored?”

“As though I am ever! But, what have you found?”

A bloodcurdling scream came from the auditorium behind her. Typhos leaned back to push the door open enough to let the sound further through. “Hear that?”

“I do indeed! What, and I say this for lack of a better phrase, the fuck, Typhos?” Darvai sounded cheerfully baffled.

“It’s a game show. I think we should have a get-together with the crew here. It seems like a lot of fun.” Typhos continued to ignore the two highbloods which were very obviously eavesdropping on her half of the conversation.

“--Ah. Ah, yes, I think I catch your meaning. Why don’t you get the schedule for us, so we can arrange a date?”

“I think I can do that.”

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The most interesting thing about Typhos’ empathy is that it works, on some level, on anything that is capable of emotion or distress. This includes animals, fungi, plants- Down to bacteria. Microscopic lifeforms are so minor that she can barely sense them, but she’s able to pinpoint their minimized or localized presence, i.e. on a sterilized item.

She can also pinpoint and distinguish living things based on their level of emotional complexity.

She has some level of control over the range and accuracy- If she focuses, for example- But she can’t entirely turn them off.

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How strong IS her empathy, actually? Is the problem the range, or the accuracy/information overload?

"Both. It's like hearing everything within half a mile amplified tenfold directly in my ears, all the time. I'm used to it at this point, but the headaches I get would probably kill anyone else if they experienced them."

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Has Typhos considered using some kind of, I dunno if these even exist but a psi-dampener or something to let her just exist near people without her head exploding?

"Inhibitors double down on my psionic's sensitivity when I take them off. They're basically useless."

"I only use them when I really need some reprieve or I'm going into a crowded area."