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@unwittingheroisms
Welcome to our wonderland You’re chosen to be the only one Follow the crow
Indie dual-character blog for a pair of paranormal-entity handling heroes: Deirdre, a girl who wants an everyday life & Hunter, a boy whose curiousity knows no bounds
— caught entangled in the fate of everything.
prophesized by Yuan
[Carrd] [Blogroll : @bibliosought , @orological ] [template]
// - Heeey, due to ressurecting my multimuse, I'm going to be moving these two over to @fatis-bibliotheca just for the ease of things~
Nero nodded along casually at first. Then he turned to look at Hunter incredulously after a pause to process that.
"We've already been accosted by creatures seeking one of those things. Everyone's gonna put my head on a pike if they find out this critter can do that, but more."
Out of the corridor, into the disco. Nero started blaring an airhorn (in an ancient Earth rhythm) to catch everyone's attention.
"Everyone!" exclaimed Nero. "There's an unidentified animal lifeform aboard! You have to evacuate this compartment NOW!"
"Nice try, tek boy!" hollered back a crewmate "But you're not tricking us back to our duty stations."
"I'm not even lying, look-- there it is!"
The present crew members watched the carbuncle's journey, and a bout of nibbling.
"If it's not chewin' on the dilithium crystals or one of us or something, then SHOVE IT, Dakkar! We're gonna boogie first."
Nero blinked. Being administrative adjutant aboard this heap just wasn't worth it. Finally, he looked at Hunter: They were on their own. Nero raised the butterfly net, preparing to try and catch the carbuncle. Hoping the one seeking the creature could join him in some kind of pincer attack.
The carbuncle was honestly rather cute, chewing on a dropped item with gusto. Hunter could fully appreciate why some folks kept them as pets, since one kept in careful captivity wouldn't turn into a giant bone-chomping nightmare.
"I see. You work with morons." Hunter nods in understanding. Also, a distinct lack of respect.
He slips around the far side of the room, hoping to grab it from the other end. The fact that it was just hanging out having a snack while others seemed to be having fun... well, these crewmates certainly seemed an interesting degree of special.
If he didn't feel bad about it, he'd really just let the critter run rampant and eat a few people. Alas, he still had enough of his humanity in tact that he couldn't bring himself to allow it.
He looks up at Nero and holds up three fingers, counting down to one before lunging at the carbuncle in hopes to wrangle the little shit.
"Oh oh. In that case... yeah, totally. I do like my cosmic energy, in spite of what it took to be able to harness it. Following up a Dempsey Roll with rays or a big blast or somethin' is pretty thrilling. Not gonna lie."
A circular, crackling glow emanated from around each of Rex's hands for a moment, offering a dark purple-- then a more characteristic seafoam green glow. He nodded along at Deirdre's explanation: Not every place in the world was uniform in its more fantastical qualities. They came from all different origins, states of development-- much like alien worlds and their varying technologies.
"Huh. Okay, I think I gotcha-- so there's degrees of separation between the extraordinary and the baseline here. But they still mingle at times. Duly noted! And so's you toe the line and all that jazz..."
"Exactly! Most people aren't really wired to notice it, and so they could talk to someone with, say, big ol' cat ears and they'd justify it as some sort of cosplay. Or they won't notice the dust bunnies living under their couch eating their socks and think they have moths."
It was easier to justify things as mundane than accept seeing things that were paranormal.
"And then cases like our friend here , they just haven't breached through to this world fully so people can't notice them. I guess someone who isn't from here would be able to notice these things, since you don't have a baseline for what's considered normal or not."
Actually, the more she'd come to notice , the weirder it had gotten over time.
"Oh, like here's a good one! What color are you used to traffic lights being? I'm going to guess it's not blue, orange and green, right? But as far as almost everyone here remembers, that's what it's always been."
"There's a time and place for all things, big and small. Simple or esoteric..."
Rex raised an index finger weakly as he made his point. On his end, he was still fascinated by Deirdre's own unique abilities. Still: He did take some pleasure in being regarded so highly, in spite of what outwardly appeared to most audiences as a generic powerset.
Now onto the matter of Libra.
"I see. So you are official, thanks to a contract. I'll keep that in mind."
There was no reason to be concerned about Libra. They seemed to be fulfilling their mission objectives-- doing their jobs properly enough. The Cockatrice being subdued without extreme aggression was a point in their favor. But Rex still felt that he had to be cautious anyway.
"Well. That sounds good. Being able to help out. But without having to pour your whole life into it. If seeing you in action today is any indication of your usual results, you're doing better than you give yourself credit for. With or without 'cooler' powers."
"Maybe so, but it'd be fun to have like... something flashy and zappy!" She shrugs lightly and gestures to the uprooted road sign lying on the ground beside her. "Most of my strength lies in, well. Raw strength. Which, I mean... even when dealing with anomalous critters a good beating over the head often does the trick~."
She leans back in her seated position, stretching her arms above her head for a moment to loosen her back again.
"Anyway, guys like you are only semi-rare around here and most normal people won't even notice strange goings-on til it hits them in the face, or they step directly into a leyline. Even I'm pretty sensitive to the paranormal and I barely ever noticed anything until... well, like I said! It hit me right in the face."
"The ship-to-ship armaments and reactor core follow strict safety requisites, so it would take a while for the carbuncle to eat through to those... provided no freak accidents give it an advantage. On-hand items might definitely be trouble, some of my crew might go all butterfingers at the worst possible moment--"
Some crewmates carried extra batteries or little gadgets specific to their work. Those who were packing guns were mostly using energy weapons.
"I'll have some crewmates with buckets and butterfly nets standing by-- wait a second."
The Technician-Adjutant tapped at his wristcomm device. Someone on the bridge caught an unidentified lifesign in the ventilation shaft on a certain level of the starship: one of the lounges (which held the distinction of being specialized in disco, and containing a generously donated fog machine) where a number of crew and passengers were currently congregating.
"Aw, cripes. We'd better get down there on the double."
Nero waltzed over to the nearest Enmat machine built into one of the walls, punching the buttons on an pinpad full of various futuristic semiotic symbols, before acquiring a butterfly net. Buckets and bins, they could probably find one of in most rooms.
Thus, Nero beckoned Hunter to the nearest zenithvator so they could get to the coordinates provided...
Thankfully it takes a large dose of mostly anything for one of them to get bigger than a housecat, and they prefer minerals. Usually I'm removing them from some lady's jewellery box and collecting the shed scales."
Usually easy enough, anyway. He strolls after Nero doing an impressively good job of keeping his curious hands to himself. So many buttons and all of the temptation to press things he knows he shouldn't.
"We'll have'ta get it before it makes an expensive hole or something, anyway."
Yeah, or the other issue at hand. Say it does get to have a nice, big snack and gets big enough to put its jaws around someone... well, then:
"As I'm sure y'know there's roughly 4 grams of iron in the human body... an' then there's potassium, sodium, oh right. and whatever any of your non-human compatriots might be comprised of if they're not carbon-based."
This fucking guy.
♫
"Then you get escorted in. And we can all hope that we don't have to take drastic measures when we deal with this thing."
Provided it was an absolute threat at that point. They did have part of the ship dedicated to asteroid mining efforts and planetary geology. And worst of all, besides the spacefaring metals the ship was constructed of, special crystals were made for use with some of the computers for data storage. Or most endangered of all now-- the dilithium down in engineering.
Hunter wouldn't have been the strangest thing aboard. There were a number of non-human lifeforms: various aliens, mutants that deviated from the baseline traits of their species, some automatons and cyborgs. Their temperaments, variable. Though quite frequently liable to irritate.
"Alright. I guess we'd better start on a sweep. I'll have security making rounds, and the crew will be standing by in case operations are interrupted."
"You can probably just drop a bucket on it. It's the size of a chinchilla and you might hear it scraping through vents or something."
He tilts his head a bit as he speaks, as if he's already listening for it. Ah, perhaps he should mention that one little thing--
"It's exceedingly rare a carbuncle metasizes, but uh. If y've got any high energy materials on board we'd better not let it eat those. The second one of these little guys stops being a little guy we have a problem."
Not to like, make it urgent or anything. Still listening for any little scampering feet, he places his hands behind his head and begins a casual stroll to find the poor lost critter.
"Still, it's gonna take a while. Like I said, chinchilla. It can't eat anything super fast."
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"I won't bother trying to put you in the Wishbone's brig, then." A notion that made Nero curse under his breath a little bit. That meant Hunter could just walk around freely. And worst of all, he could come talk to Nero. At length. "As a guest you get all the standard amenities, please don't bother crew at work too much or go into restricted areas, and we'll get along swimmingly. Probably."
Oooooh. Wait, was it that easy to get under this guy's skin? Hunter finds himself smirking with amusement and he would be wagging his tails if he hadn't tucked them away to not appear too weird.
"Okay, okay~ but if the lil shit that brought me here is in one of those restricted areas I sure hope it doesn't chew up all your fancy wiring." He whistles.
Carbuncles were absolutely harmless to people, but a menace to any minerals, crystals and metals they could get their sharp little teeth on. And this one had dimension hopped just as he was trying to gather it... of course to a place filled to the brim with all sorts of tempting things to chew.
"Unless... you have a room that's absolutely briming with rocks an' minerals? Coins? Suspicious glowing gemstones? Like, anything here my dude."
While not fully relevant to this blog I'm in love with my boy Cherry again and he's one of the allies/antagonists in the same scenario.
The leaf of an elite magical force 'Order of the Final Bloom' from the Church of Eden, he has both a magical boy form and a 'final bloom' state. His is titled [Love is Blind].
The Bloom are some of my favorite characters I've designed so far, but not super conductive to Tumblr rp right now so I'll show off some of the art here instead once in a while lol.
Whenever Deirdre refers to a cult, she's 100% referring to these guys and their god complex leader.
"Ehhh. I mean, y'know--" Rex mumbled incoherently in-between, gesturing a bit with both hands. "--I've wrangled a few critters. Some megafauna. The cosmic superpowers I was made to train arduously in the uses thereof definitely help, by leaps and bounds... manipulatin' energy, interacting with quantum physics. Being #$%^-off strong as a veritable flying brick."
But then he offered a hand to shake before he moved to find a spot to sit down. Was that a television censor-bleep sound when he uttered that grawlix? Like his vocal chords could just do that at will? In any case, he'd forcibly lost his secret identity against his will some time ago. He could let loose with the fact he was an alien superhero.
"They call me Rex. You were really skillful out there yourself, Deirdre. Is this whole Libra thing top-secret, or can I ask my own question about what the whole deal is? Not that it wasn't striking to see that Cockatrice vanish like after an enjoyable rerun, but that sorta thing doesn't happen too often when I throw down. Should I be concerned?"
And he was also asking on account of the fact Rex used to be scared of Area 51 when he was a kid. Not that Rex was quite too forthcoming with that information just yet.
She accepts the handshake with a grin before plopping down on the ground - well, rooftop. That was a strange vocal tick, strange as all get out but not beyond anything she'd seen at the moment.
On the other hand, she'd never met a literal superhero before.
"Holy shit, superpowers, like in the comics?" She leans forward, palms pressing down on her knees. "Aww, man. I keep meeting guys with way cooler powers."
Either way, she figured she could clarify a little.
"It's not like super top secret or anything. As far as the public's concerned, we're a government contracted security agency. Y'know, to give us the authority to block off places." One finger presses against her cheek thoughtfully.
"I'm only a part-timer though, because of my situation. Their whole deal is making sure normal folk and paranormal critters don't cause too much harm to each other. Putting it in laymans' terms, our cockatrice friend just got knocked back home and so long as it doesn't start actually trying to get over here to eat people, it'll get left alone."
Another drawing of mine from a few months back, with these two in more 00s manga inspired outfits. Because I could. It started with a desire to draw Deirdre in fun ouji styled clothing.
I kind of want to draw them in EDF uniforms some time in the future. DD would be a sweet Wing Diver.
Officers?
"Ah... maybe you drank it too soon... sorry."
And a badge of her own. Rex was conflicted: He knew he had to be cautious of people who came from agencies of any form. But the same time, Deirdre seemed pretty... down-to-earth.
"I think I'll be fine on the 'don't get eaten' part, but I did look into its eyes a couple times. That would explain the sudden soreness and aching I felt a minute ago..."
Rex scratched at an arm, checking to see if he was starting to turn to stone, or if it was some other death-dealing effect. Once he was certain it wasn't, there was a slight glow over his eyes. With his hyper-vision, he telescopically zoomed in, shifting frequencies to something comparable to an X-Ray. Being a distinction of draconian wildlife, Rex supposed the Cockatrice might have had a breath weapon of some sort. That usually meant the bodily organs had the means with which to project a gas forward, ignited, chilled, or myriad effects otherwise.
"... There."
Rex dashed in to grab onto its neck. Coincidentally, also craning the head away from anyone that might have made eye contact. With an underhand chop, Rex sought to merely use a non-lethal strike against the throat, for starters. Just enough to disorient the Cockatrice. It still raged against his superpowered sinews. He would be too busy grappling it back to deal a finishing blow, or to dispel its presence safely-- if those under the employ of this Libra possessed such ability.
"...!!"
In any case. Now seemed like a great time for Deirdre to take over.
Fucking clever! An impressed whistle leaves the girl as the sign post crashes down onto the back of the cockatrice's head - a solid strike rending the poor beast unconscious just as she lands on its back.
It was the chicken-wyrm's lucky day, she figured. A second strike of her weapon straight downwards on its back and the cockatrice would quickly fizzle out of existence, almost to the effect of a CRT turning to static, and then off.
"Whew...!"
One hand on her hip, she stops to look over her unexpected companion.
"Oh man I have a ton of questions but firstly - how'd you know to avoid its breath too?" A tilt of her head to the side as she regards Rex with curiousity. Beneath the cafe there was some measure of organized rush, a handful of people in suits cordoning off the block with yellow tape.
"Aw shit, sorry. I'm Deirdre. Gueeeess I should start there. It'll be a while before folks are allowed back in here, so you can take the moment to relax if you need."
@asurastro
"They'll probably listen to ya... last time I tried, I had garbage chucked at me. Yeee-uck."
♫ Rex was focusing on the creature over the shop. Ready to fly up and shoulder-tackle it if he needed to. Really, he was mostly just dumbfounded by the sheer apathy that allowed people to disregard the possibility of danger. The next thing they knew, someone was going to start taking photos, or livestreaming it as some kind of mere flavor of the week. Cheap thrills to score attention. Assuming they survived this encounter.
"... Anyways. I'll get ready to tango with that big sucker first. You've got a drink in hand yourself anyhow. Finish up soon, will ya??"
"Garbage chucked at you? Rude...!"
In an attempt to look impressive , Deirdre quickly chugs down the last 1/3 of her drink -- and quickly doubles over coughing, one hand pounding her chest for a second before straightening.
"I-I'm good! Wrong pipe, wrong pipe...!" Yep, totally cool. Whatever. Since he seemed confident enough to tackle the winged and scaled crowing beast... "You know how to handle a cockatrice, right? Just don't look it in the eye or get eaten!"
Easy peasy~.
Now to evacuate people and find a weapon before anyone became aware of the break in mundane reality. A badge is pulled from her purse as she hops up onto a table, holding it out to be seen.
"Attention! This area is now under evacuation notice due to a gas leak! Please gather your things and notify others to evacuate the block while the maintenace crew arrives! Libra officers will be on the scene shortly to guide you to a safe distance!"
That seemed to do the trick. A quick glance around and a yield sign is plucked from the nearby street corner to be weilded like a bat.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, stranger~! How's our new friend doing~?"
"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH
// wow this Firefox app is being rude to me just tying to exist on Tumblr without the official app lol
"Happy father's day! Great day to celebrate when your grandfather got your entire male lineage cursed by the fae."
All of Hunter's bad luck can be summed up by one [1] man standing up one [1] fae creature several decades ago. Good job, gramps.
//- struggling to make a promo of these fools with existing art which means... TIME TO DRAW NEW STUFF. aaaaaa
