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Ann has a bowl of chowder. She is eating her bowl of chowder. She looks like she's slowly going insane, maybe because she is.
Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
Give my character a "character shaming" label
(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)
"Okay, well... You could have announced your presence better." The little sorceress wipes the fish slime off on her skirt. "If you had, I wouldn't have lost my grip, even with it flailing about. Uh. I can offer you half of it, if you want, as like... an apology? Food makes good apologies, right?" She picks up the fallen fish, this time making sure to hook her fingers in the gills to keep a hold on it.
"I've spent my whole life learning to move quiet, trying to step loud isn't easy now." Really, he wasn't even sure if he could make his footsteps louder, but there was no reason to get into that now.
"Sure, I'll take a meal, haven't had one yet today. Got a fire started?"
"No, but I gathered some sticks earlier. Put 'em over there." She gestured with her chin to a small pile of wood beneath a nearby bush. "Need some actual logs to feed the fire, but got the kindling at least. Starting it won't be a problem for me." Ann lifted her hand, pointing one finger to the sky. A flame like a candle's light flickered into life at the end of it. "I have a few cantrips that are useful for such things."
Moving over towards the pile of sticks, Venix started arranging them into a rough bonfire. He turned his head as he heard something ignite behind him, seeing the young woman with a flame hovering just above her finger.
A magic user then. "Huh. Useful." He gestured for her to start the fire as he scooted back. "You want to work on the kindling I can prepare the fish, sound good?"
Ann knelt down by the fire, and used her knife to carve the side of one of the sticks into thin wooden curls. She poked it with her finger, until it started to smoke. Blowing on it a little, she fed more sticks into it, before using those sticks to transfer it to the main part of the campfire. "Now we need bigger stuff to feed it with." She turned her head and smiled at Venix. "My name's Ann by the way! Nice to meetcha."
The scent of blood and moss. Fallen stones there long enough for grass to grow between them. Ann hyperventilated around the corner of one of the stone walls that still stood, kneeling in an attempt to make herself more hidden. The problem with traveling alone, was that no matter how much magic Ann had, she was still susceptible to being caught off guard. Her joints ached where blades had bit into her flesh, the bottom of her boots still tracked blood, her hands felt tacky and she could see where the drying blood on her palms began to crack. Had she gotten all her attackers? Was she safe? The day was growing dimmer with each passing minute. Soon, all would be dark, and if there were any of her would-be assailants left, Ann would be left not only frightened, but mostly blind as well- easy to pick out in the low light. Her fingertips touched the cold marble slabs beneath her, as she peeked around the corner, looking and listening.
Ann gravitated to the bread first. How long had it been since she had bread- real bread made with flour, flour ground from wheat? And there was some sort of dipping sauce to go with it... She tore pieces from the bread and tried the sauces- though, after eating the first few bites, she realized how hungry she actually was. She tore into the bread with her teeth, growling slightly when it wouldn't immediately give, eating fast, but not so fast that she'd choke. Only after the first loaf was done, did she slow down, tearing off more polite chunks, and swallowing them slow. "...Thank you... I know that... that for now I'm a guest, but I won't be forever, so I want to be useful."
@diotheworldus
It only took a few seconds. A few scarce seconds. A few scarce seconds, and a blinding screech for Ann to find her life rushing to a sudden stop-- To say she was lost would be a lie, for Ann had been wandering for a long time before she reached the outskirts of the city, to a place where dirt gave way to cobble, and then further, where the sidewalks began to be paved with large concrete slabs- where strange stalks sprouted from the ground instead of trees, with bulbs atop them that seemed always an inch from bloom. She'd never been to a city before- having always been a stranger even in the little farming village she had been born near. At some point, recently, it had rained, and she marveled at the way the cobblestones shone in the dying light of day, scattering the sun's vestiges like stars upon the uneven stones. Cold seeped into her fingertips. Not many other people seemed about. Due to the weather, she surmised. That made sense... but it was easier for her, thankfully. People were still terrifying, mostly because they tended to be terrified of her in return. She wasn't paying attention, though, when she decided to cross the street- mostly to avoid someone coming down the way that she was- but... why would she? Horses could be heard from a while away, and those were what roads were for, of course. Horses, carts, things like that... What came instead was much quicker than she'd anticipated. A monstrous noise, lights brighter than bonfires- a screeching yellow abomination that couldn't brake fast enough, sliding along the slick cobblestones- Ann didn't even have time to scream, only to throw up her arms in a weak sort of defense, before everything stopped.
Ann exhaled as he pressed back in- as if there weren't enough room inside of her for a full breath, and his length, at the same time. Around his kiss, around his tongue, she salivated, as if he were something delicious. Her hands tightened where they lay against his skin and in his hair. She didn't want him to pull away. Didn't want him to leave her. Didn't want this moment to end yet.
Ann made a sound like a hiccup, when Dio slowly hilted within her. She tried to breathe, but there was just so much of him- so much newness, that she could hardly keep a breath in her lungs. Her body trembled, and she barely managed to exhale his name. "Dio, I... Hn!" Overstimulation was fast setting in, from nerves that just weren't used to being touched this way.
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
"Possession? Ed, she's me, just a me that's been... violently orphaned from her prior existence! She... she deserves better. Better than getting kicked out of somewhere when she has nowhere else to go. I mean, if she didn't anchor to me, she'd... she'd be dead, right? Like everything else from her world..." Ann leaned into the stroking, her eyes rimmed in red.
“I know. There’s a new school of possession up and about. While maybe expulsion is an option there’s the inward spirit study. It lets you face whatever it is sharing your body directly, and lets others do so too.”
"...It. It doesn't feel like possession, though." Ann's posture shifts. She leans away from Ed, and draws her knees up to her chest- careful not to put her shoes on the couch, though. "It's me. She's me. Just a different me. She's not some foreign... whatever. She's not even trying to take control..."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
"Possession? Ed, she's me, just a me that's been... violently orphaned from her prior existence! She... she deserves better. Better than getting kicked out of somewhere when she has nowhere else to go. I mean, if she didn't anchor to me, she'd... she'd be dead, right? Like everything else from her world..." Ann leaned into the stroking, her eyes rimmed in red.
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."
“And if you were dealing with someone who didn’t work with both the global mystic police, and the regional mystic rights council, as well as an Aether forge and a magic college they’d likely call you crazy.” Ed said as he led Ann to the open living room. The windows looked over the open field with the Hudson far, far in the distance as a blue strip.
Ed motioned to a couch and sat down. He patted the spot next to him and let Ann sit there. “So, how does she come out…. Or in control or…. Whatever?” He asked. “And what happens when she’s…. Whatever you wanna call it? Out of the closet maybe?”
"Yeah. Probably." She snorted a laugh she didn't really feel the humor of. "Even I feel crazy with all of it... But it's so... real. So consistent. All her memories, just there, where I can reach them. Her personality? That's more... separate. I don't really know how it works yet. It's only been two weeks and most of that time she's been sleeping, crying, or screaming. Girlypop is no happy in the least." She practically threw herself on the couch beside him. "You'll probably be able to tell when she does take over. She doesn't... move like I do. She's more... sneaky, but also more... soldier like? Like she's used to having to move in a way that means she's not going to die, from something she hasn't seen yet. Aware. Really... aware."
"Oh, god that's weird." Ed looked at her. "Can you both control your body while awake? Or is it like... A fight or... Whatever? I don't know. All I have in me is literal fire, yours talks back." He said as he let her lean into him before gently stroking her hair for comfort. Edward was clearly practiced at letting people vent around him.
"Ed. I don't know yet." Ann sighed. "She hasn't really cared to be in control. Like I just said, she's just crying and stuff. Sometimes I wake up with a raw throat, though..."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."
“And if you were dealing with someone who didn’t work with both the global mystic police, and the regional mystic rights council, as well as an Aether forge and a magic college they’d likely call you crazy.” Ed said as he led Ann to the open living room. The windows looked over the open field with the Hudson far, far in the distance as a blue strip.
Ed motioned to a couch and sat down. He patted the spot next to him and let Ann sit there. “So, how does she come out…. Or in control or…. Whatever?” He asked. “And what happens when she’s…. Whatever you wanna call it? Out of the closet maybe?”
"Yeah. Probably." She snorted a laugh she didn't really feel the humor of. "Even I feel crazy with all of it... But it's so... real. So consistent. All her memories, just there, where I can reach them. Her personality? That's more... separate. I don't really know how it works yet. It's only been two weeks and most of that time she's been sleeping, crying, or screaming. Girlypop is no happy in the least." She practically threw herself on the couch beside him. "You'll probably be able to tell when she does take over. She doesn't... move like I do. She's more... sneaky, but also more... soldier like? Like she's used to having to move in a way that means she's not going to die, from something she hasn't seen yet. Aware. Really... aware."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
"Oh, geez, Ed, I'm not planning on becoming an alcoholic... I just... Need something today." Ann breathed again, slower than before. The warmth in her stomach was beginning to spread. "There's two of me in here, now. Two of us, riding the same heartbeat, the same... you know. Dual processor, but the same chassis. Same wiring. Same biological... meatware." She raised her hands up, then dropped them. "So some of the want to be a little tipsy is to help her out, you know? She might be asleep now, but she's gonna wake up, and having a little of the edge of... it'll be good for her too, you know?"
“I don’t know if it’s better or worse than what I have.” Ed said. “My innards only say one thing to me. And it’s just ‘I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE AND A BRING YOU FIYAH’. And it hurts like hell.” Ed sighed.
“So…. I kinda get it. No other voices actually in my head, but another presence in my gut. Still lets me get drunk, but most other medicine doesn’t do much. I may have tried more alcohol than needed in the past. Partly why I drink so little now. Most of the booze we have is for the siblings.”
She looked down. "...I've just got a dead girl inside of me. And her memories of a world that doesn't exist anymore. All the people she used to know." Names, faces, voices, hands. People who used to be warm. People who used to matter to her. Gone. She swallowed hard. It made her feel thirsty, but she ignored it.
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
"Oh, geez, Ed, I'm not planning on becoming an alcoholic... I just... Need something today." Ann breathed again, slower than before. The warmth in her stomach was beginning to spread. "There's two of me in here, now. Two of us, riding the same heartbeat, the same... you know. Dual processor, but the same chassis. Same wiring. Same biological... meatware." She raised her hands up, then dropped them. "So some of the want to be a little tipsy is to help her out, you know? She might be asleep now, but she's gonna wake up, and having a little of the edge of... it'll be good for her too, you know?"
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."
“I…. If you’re driving it’s non-alcoholic for now. Something for later.” He said. “I have white claw, some local IPA’s. Wine, more than I know what to do with, a smattering of other booze from when I host events. Plus some niche sodas, teas and the like. Also an enchanted cooler. Keep it all cold, via magic.”
She stared at Edward for a moment. Stared really, really hard. "Do these gams look like I own a car? Best I've got is a bicycle. Not one of the electric ones, either. Give me whatever will get me tipsy in a single glass. Please." She made grabby hands.
“Right. Fair enough.” He took the key and pocketed it. With that he prepared a glass and a bottle from the kitchen ready to go. “I’m going to guess you like it sweeter. If I’m wrong I’m sorry, I can learn your alcohol preferences later.” He said handing her a glass. “Drink up, then water for the road.”
Ed, no. This is bad. Don’t do this.
Ann drank the glass worryingly quickly. She set it down with a clink, and exhaled with a louder shudder. "...God that was awful. Reminds me why I don't drink, generally." As she waited for the drink to settle in her stomach, she closed her eyes, and leaned back. "Burns nice, though... Thank you. This will... hopefully be a step in the right direction of feeling human again. Instead of... way more than human than is comfortable."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."
“I…. If you’re driving it’s non-alcoholic for now. Something for later.” He said. “I have white claw, some local IPA’s. Wine, more than I know what to do with, a smattering of other booze from when I host events. Plus some niche sodas, teas and the like. Also an enchanted cooler. Keep it all cold, via magic.”
She stared at Edward for a moment. Stared really, really hard. "Do these gams look like I own a car? Best I've got is a bicycle. Not one of the electric ones, either. Give me whatever will get me tipsy in a single glass. Please." She made grabby hands.
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."
Ed is meeting with a regular local, delivery girl Ann. Hope she doesn't have an esoteric concerning experience all of the sudden! "Hey Ann, feelin good?"
From behind a teetering stack of pastries in boxes, Ann smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes at all- eyes that were dark beneath the brightness, rimmed in red, and highlighted by a glow that wasn't always there. She swallowed, and lied. "Yeah, boss. Never better!"
Edward rapped his fingers on the table for a few moments as he listened to her.
He didn't act for a bit as he processed it. "Not gonna lie. That's... Wild." He said. "No wonder you vanished for about a week." He leaned back. "Are... Are you ok? Is everything alright? What happened?" His voice was incredibly soft, and he reached out a hand to touch hers and gently hold it, his warm grip a small comfort. "Can... Can I help at all? You do know I'm on the supernatural rehab taskforce. So I have connections. Therapy? Need a place to stay?"
"I..." She blinked a few times- the only times that her eyes dimmed. "I have no idea. Honestly, I'm kind of... running on autopilot, really. Going through the motions while... I have a whole new processing system running side by side with my own, that can rip holes in reality with magic- but is only using itself for PTSD and sobbing at the moment. It's... God. It's just... so much to deal with." Ann squeezed his hand back. "I've sort of been trying to pretend it doesn't exist, for now. Just... act like it's normal. Pretend nothing changed. Aside from my eyes, nothing has, outwardly." Another few blinks. "...I don't need a place to stay, but, maybe someone for the other me to talk to would be... good. She's pretty fucked in the head right now. Being the sole survivor of an entire universe is bound to do that to someone."
Edward looked at her. “You can put this off for ages, or you can work with it.” He said holding her hand. “I…. I’ve seen a handful of cases of multiversal fusion referenced, though I’ve never dealt with one. And, if memory serves, none like this.” He held onto her. “Also, I don’t know if your magic senses are working but you are just a storm of magic right now. If you’ve been getting looks it’s from magically sensitive people being confused why they felt a magical thunderstorm walking past them.” He held her a bit. “I could…. Give you a job and then we can work on training and dealing with…”. He made a circle in the air with his hands. “All of this.”
"Ed... I have a job." She gestured to the boxes of pastries she'd literally just delivered to him. "I have like three blocks of food shops that let me deliver for them. Half of those shops treat me like family." She sighed, before hanging her head. "All of this, huh? That's what I am now." She repeated his circular motion. "This." "Fuck. I uh. Fine. Can I like... just a few days, until the other me opens up, stay with you? That... was a shitty sentence. Let me try again." Ann shifted her stance, looking up at the ceiling. "Can I stay with you for a few days? Hopefully being around magic stuff being normalized helps the other me with her... Trauma."