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40
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Jun 20, 2019 10:02:19 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 20, 2019 10:02:19 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
Cassiopeia watched with small, playful smile. She felt the surge of another wave of pure, raw ethernano hit her like the one that destroyed most of the scientist and tore a hole in the laboratory of the institute. This one was stronger, sharper, as if the creature’s magic was being refined by the minute. As part of the institute’s highest tower crumbled beneath its power, Cassie playfully “hopped” from the falling debris, closer to the scene.
She stood on the rooftop of another building, a little closer to the scene, one that hadn’t crumbled under the might of its raw power. She landed gracefully, her white dress fluttering under the influence of her telekinesis, and settled down once she had landed. The scars and wounds that decorated her grin quickly faded away. As it turns out, even she couldn’t come out unscathed.
However, Cassie was probably one of the few people who could get closer to the artificial abomination without suffering much. There was one other fool who dared to step up. A fool with white hair and a bad head on his shoulders. She chuckled, with a gleam in her eyes. The white haired fool was trying to make nice, give it one warm welcome to the world. It served him right to get shot in the face.
“That optimism irritates me to no end.” She muttered with a belligerent sigh. “I do hope he gets done in, that fool.”
There was another person, a theurgist just like herself, who commanded an ethereal spirit who could also command the undead. The ability itself was mighty impressive, but the owner lacked creativity on how to use them. Judging from the way they commanded the battlefield, he or she was probably from the Council. Cassie couldn’t tell whether it was a she or he, so she didn’t even bother to try. Then there was some brown thing dashing back and forth, with a bark louder than he could bite, and someone from the Council.
Cassie clicked her tongue. These opponents were a mite boring for her baby. They wouldn’t be able to bring out the great potential her playmate had. She sighed, but smiled soon after. It was time to intervene.
“There you are!” Blue hopped up beside her, on the edge of the rooftop. His form was flat and deflated. “Stop being overdramatic Blue. There’ll be plenty of bodies to clean up later. Now, it’s our turn to steal the show.”
Using her nails alone, she dragged them across her forearm, blood trickling into Blue’s mouth. It gobbled it up greedily, like a man in a dessert who had just found an oasis. Master’s blood was the tastiest as it had the purest, concentrated source of mana that Blue was most familiar with.
Blue’s body expanded and soon Cassie’s mirror twin was standing next to her, a splitting image. She smiled at Cassie, a childlike smile that was fitting for her age.
“Yeah, stop being cheeky and let’s get on with it.”
“Yes, Master!”
Cassie rolled her eyes, and took Blue’s hands. A powerful aura of ethernano surged between them, setting both their silver like hair afloat. Her telekinesis, a result of the mutation induced by her mother, was powerful but lacking in this situation. Blue’s abilities as her familiar weren’t disjointed or disconnected like that theurgist from the Council. Blue’s abilities complimented her own. They could sync in perfectly and in tandem, Cassie’s Telekinesis was stronger.
Debris on the ground behind the building started to tremble as the ethernano wrapped around them. They focused on everything not tethered to the ground properly. From vehicles, dead bodies, and everything in between it rose up to form a stream of projectiles. Cassie and Blue redirected their energies at the ensemble below, covering a ground of approximately 15 meters in length. It wasn’t a sure-fire ability that would kill everyone, but enough to decimate the ones that didn’t matter.
They both made sure not to hit their new friend in the process. She was both curious and exciting to see how it would all end.
TLDR: Blue transforms into Cassie and they both use telekinesis to levitate large amounts of debris and let it rain down on everyone, except the homonculus. This can range from pieces of buildings, dead bodies, and/or living people.
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 20, 2019 3:03:16 GMT
Hey guys!
So I'm in the province right now attending my dead uncle's wake and there's hardly any internet available, so I may be unable to post for like an entire week or so, except maybe for the event if anything. I promise to catch up to everyone I owe posts so this is just temporary! |
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Jun 17, 2019 16:48:16 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 17, 2019 16:48:16 GMT
frienDSHIP  ♚ It is a strange request lmao!
But to be honest, the moment I saw Seamstress as one of her jobs and that she still has close ties with her family made her a rather interesting character in parallel to Cassie. She’s a vindictive girl who thinks that family relations are as thin and flimsy as the thread they’ll be using for stitching. So she may be a little curious as to how Razivia keep up with Grimm work and still live a semblance of a normal life.
Maybe stitching hundreds of plushies is a ruse, y’know? Maybe all she wants is to rummage through dusty old stories.
But still, this might turn out to be a cute thread! Shall I start it, or do you want to begin?
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Jun 17, 2019 16:25:10 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 17, 2019 16:25:10 GMT
pawnship ♚ ~Hey, Rai!
Don’t worry! I’m happy to plot with you any time! So after meticulously reading your, I’d like to welcome you to the partial-immortal, self-healing mutant club! With enough people we can make a faction of immortals to ravage the land and conquer all of Eos. But I digress.
If there’s one thing you have to understand about Cassie is that pretending to be weak is her greatest asset, and the one thing that will kill you if you’re not too careful. She owes much of her success to her everlasting pre-adolescent body. Which will make Rai’s approach all the more enjoyable, if she takes pity on her while in one of her jobs.
To maximize their first encounter, if you want it to play out, how about having Rai meddling into one of her assassination missions? Her MO is to pretend to be a helpless girl whilst Blue, her incredibly hungry slime, goes in for the kill once isolated. Raimell can take pity on her and maybe come to her defense? This Raimell would do without full knowledge of Cassie’s identity and abilities. Cassie would be forced to keep up the façade and decide whether to use Raimell as a pawn or end him there and there.
Then we have the current Event going on and maybe we can see how they interact there and then? Or would you rather branch off into a different, more personal thread?
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 14, 2019 6:47:35 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
Blue was having fun. His new form allowed a wide berth of chaos to roam free. Each strike he made, body were torn apart and disgruntled screams echoed in the forest air. They were snacks at most but Blue wasn’t one to complain about eating. Food was food no matter form, shape or size it took. It gobbled everything it could, dead, alive or dismembered. It didn’t chase after those smart enough to run away. Its master only needed to shave numbers down to a manageable size.
It was still enjoying a meal as a black Kavus when he sensed Mordred approach. This person was always almost near its master but Blue didn’t mind. It liked Mordred. He had a smell that the slime liked very, very much. Blue bit down on a corpse by its head, launched it in the air, and devoured it whole as it came down.
There were still some leftovers scrambling on the ground paralyzed by fear. But Blue ignored them and brought down its head closer to Mordred. There was that smell again. A flash of light and one of the nearby mercenaries had his eyes slashed, blood slithering down his cheeks. At this, Blue transformed back to his slime form. It bounced up and down around Mordred.
Moments later, other men were seen flying from the tent and out into the open. They scrambled about as they landed, their brains trying to figure out whether they should fight in vain, or run away and extend the horrors.
Cassie sighed. It seemed that in light of destruction, even men as hardened as these were capable of such cowardice. They deserved things worse than death, they did. She appeared from out of the tent, unscathed and grumpy.
“Mordred!” She called out with a slight irritation in her voice. “They don’t have it. It’s not in the tent. What should we do with these bags of meat?”
bump.
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 14, 2019 4:28:16 GMT
A FOOL ONCE TOLD ME@someone
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
The scene below was nothing beyond her wildest dreams. In fact, it was stuff made from her own dreams. Cassie smiled quite genuinely, seeing the unfolding chaos and death that laid before the results of an ungodly research. She was sitting at one of the highest points of Altair, one of the buildings of the Institute that were still intact. Blue was on her lap, watching intently as well.
She sighed in relaxation, caressing Blue’s viscous skin. It was such a relaxing tune to hear the screams of innocents caught in a mass incident caused by greed. It wouldn’t be fair to say that Cassie had been aware of hidden experiments happening in her own area, but she didn’t dare interfere with them. Considering the extent of the lengths at which they were willing to go, Cassie knew that would be their own downfall. Moreover, unless it contributed to the Troupe, Cassie simply enjoyed watching.
It was worth the wait, to say the least.
“Oh my, already getting popular?” She commented sweetly. “That thing was born for the spotlight, and what a stage is set for it.”
Already the homunculus was causing havoc unknowingly. Judging from the way it cowered, it had the mindset of an infant holding a large sword. It didn’t know how to use it yet but that proved all the better. Two people were already confronting it. They were either foolish enough to stand against something they had no idea what it could do, or brave enough to die like those scientists.
“Blue? Make sure to keep an eye out for our little friend, yeah?” Blue didn’t look like he was up for the task, and Cassie sighed. “There’ll be plenty of carcasses for you to eat on down there."
This was enough to get the slime to jump from such an incredible height, bounce back into shape, and hop towards the homunculus, where it would watch and clean up all the while.
THE GRIMM ENTERS THE FOLD!
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Jun 13, 2019 14:07:59 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 13, 2019 14:07:59 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
He really was strange. Even by her standards. The way he acted was unassuming and oblivious to almost everything. Cassie noted this by the fact that he was unperturbed by her peppiness and lack of inhibitions. If anything, this stranger wasn’t giving any clues about his peculiarities; what made them tick, annoyed, happy, and etc.
Cassie tilted her head to one side, as if his question was the strangest thing that had ever been said, but let it pass. It seemed as if he generally agreed with the modern day consensus, which was a good thing to know, but nothing to tip the scales. He was safe, for now.
They shook hands as he introduced himself as Rhyme, no last name. Now, having no family name wasn’t the oddest thing in the world, but this only meant that he wasn’t noble or an orphan. He looked neither poor nor well-off. Being a freelancer doing odd jobs must be true.
“The pleasure is all mine, Rhyme!” She gave him a wide smile, and a wink, leaving him to work his abilities.
As he closed his eyes in concentration, Cassie’s eyes were glued to him. She was curious as to what kind of mutation allowed him to find others based on such a vague description. Was it something closely related to animals, like echolocation, or a sonar? No, otherwise he wouldn’t need Blue’s behavioral patterns.
He opened his eyes, as if nothing had happened. Only a few seconds had passed by. Yet the amount of information he had gained was rather astonishing. If given the opportunity, this man would be able to find their hide out indefinitely, but she had to know for certain. It would be best to lead him on, she decided.
“Wow! That was fast!” She exclaimed loudly. “You have to tell me what you did! Maybe I can help somehow too. But yes, lead the way Rhyme! You can explain it to me on the way.”
Cassie attempted to hold Rhyme’s hands, to ensure that they’d stay together. It was also her subtle way of saying that she’d take no for an answer.
onward we go!
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Hitgirl
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Jun 13, 2019 13:34:06 GMT
Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 13, 2019 13:34:06 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
Cassie’s head whipped in the direction of the voice. She recognized that voice anywhere since only so few people would address her so casually, let alone call her by a name not even her own mother knew. Before the figure could register in her sight, Blue was already bouncing up and down, at a height that reached her own. Cassie smiled, and sighed. It was such a spoiled brat.
The corpse of a dead wolf sprung into mid-air, and dropped to the ground with a thud. Blue was already dissolving the carcass way before she had come into her field of vision. She didn’t know whether to envy the slime for not getting fatter, or consider herself lucky that she didn’t get fat either.
She wore a cloak, which was pretty standard for concealing purposes, though Cassie had never needed to use one. Anyone who recognized her would end up in Blue’s stomach. Cassie did find the entire façade hilarious.
"Myria!" She greeted back at the cloak, standing up from her seat. "Seriously, you still keeping that Sorcerer League act? If I were you I’d—"
Before Cassie could continue, her vision was engulfed by a two, incoming balls. The sheer weight of the projectile was enough to bring her small, lithe, underdeveloped body to the ground. Myria of The Blades is what this light blonde liked to call herself, but if Cassie had the opportunity of changing her name, it’d be Myria of The Smothering Bosoms. Cassie struggled, not only to breath, but to move, waving her hands helplessly in the air. She screamed something along the lines of ‘get of me, you cow!’ but it would come out muffled.
Blue paused from its meal and saw his master and friend goofing around. It started eating faster, wanting to join in on the fun.
pfft.
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 13, 2019 7:17:15 GMT
frienemies ♚ ~Hereetic!
Hey, it's Post! So I'm here to offer thee some plottage. After reading over your character, I've been brooding over plots and I found one that might or might not interest you. It's more of a social plot than anything where Cassie seeks out someone who can help her with a rather embarrassing issue. You see, Blue, her slime and familiar, is a voracious predator and when he doesn't get to eat, he starts devouring everything in it's path.
It just so happens that when she was out shopping, she left Blue inside her house and wrecked her collection of plushies and collectible dolls. So she needs someone to fix them all up or whatever she can salvage. So maybe after each attempt failed to seek help from every operative, Cassie comes across Razivia, whose rumours of being both a covert and a seamstress could help her with this tiny, embarrassing situation.
Then, while working, they can talk about their past and how each of them came to find the Grimm Troupe. It'll very light and emotional, hopefully. But yeah. This Cassie. Any thoughts?
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40
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Grimm Troupe
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 8, 2019 0:52:43 GMT
friendship ♚ That could be possible!
If anything, and I know I said I wouldn't spoil it, but for plot's sake, I was going to request Cassie's mother to be part of the House Alder, but we can very well create our own group, the remnants of nobility that survive the transition of power in Eos, who seek to restore the old ways where the monarchy had monopoly on magic. We can have them abuse Rhyme's power and experiment on Cassie because they have some form of immortality, wanted to use for their own gain? Lmao Rhyme being 60 years older than Cassie would be fun to bring up, if their interactions go down the friendlier side.
Imma set up a wanted later on and see if there are any takers. Merp.
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 7, 2019 22:57:23 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
Cassie peered at the white stranger suspiciously. If he wasn’t a student like her, what business does he have meandering around these parts of the woods? He was telling the truth, this much she knew. His face wasn’t anywhere in the records of the student body enrolled this year or any other year. But a stranger willingly offer assistance without any motives? That was utterly impossible. At least in her experience.
His vagueness, however, only added more fuel. It was only after he answered her last inquiry that a little alarm started ringing deep within the bowels of her mind. He was a mutant, just like her. She maintained a blank expression, and let surprise slowly sink in.
“You’re a mutant!” She exclaimed loudly. “You’re a freaking mutant! That is…” Her voice trailed off, but quickly rose to a squeal “... So cool!”
It really wasn’t. Being a mutant had done nothing but bring misery to her life. Being different meant nothing if she didn’t have power. Mutations caused the body to behave differently from everyone else. Cassie thought she'd try to squeeze more information out of him, but considering the extremely vague answers up till' now, it would be unlikely that he'd answer any of them. She coughed, trying to get a hold of herself and gave the stranger a coy smile.
“My mother told me not to talk to strangers, and I should have Blue kick their asses before I do.” Her smile was sweet, and though she meant those words as a lighthearted joke, her mother did indeed say so. “ You already know my familiar Blue, he’s a glutton and is very child-like. Eats, sleeps and then plays. My name is Cassie. Cassie Deverell. I’m a first year at the Academy of Eos.”
She extended a hand to him, the smile growing brighter than ever. “ Now, once you tell me your name and a little about yourself, I won’t have to kick your ass.”
merp. You can lead the way if you sense blue anywhere
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 7, 2019 21:23:10 GMT
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
The dense, thick canopy of the Dungrove Jungle was similar to the stomach of a beast. It’s natural mazes of lush green habitats, and the beasts that lived within them had claimed more lives than any disaster or war that had ravaged the lands. It would come to no surprise should a few persons were reported missing in action, or their cadavers found somewhere, mutilated, or piece by piece.
Over the years, Cassiopeia had learned to use the laws of the natural world for her own purposes. Cassie peered at the group of mercenaries and mages, who had trekked miles and miles of mud and canopy to stop at the ruins of Dunhold. A few of the mercenaries stood not too far from the clearing, standing guard around the parameter. Cassie rolled her eyes, crouching in the shadows of the thick wall of flora, safely hidden by the same natural barrier that housed most of the inhabitants. Not even the muscle-for-hire could detect her presence, in spite of being so close to their campsite.
The mission required the acquisition of a certain valuable stone, and clean up afterwards. It was a simple enough request, with quite a generous reward in store. But Cassie wasn’t as excited as her partner, Mordred, the Leader in charge of the Byzel area. Without so much as a glance or nod, he accepted on their behalf and Cassie’s hands were tied from that moment on. Finesse wasn’t Mordred’s strong suite and in order to protect the integrity of the group, Cassie would always take up cleaning duty. Blue was more than happy to oblige.
Once the group had settled down nicely, it would be time to open the curtains to the opening scene, starring herself as the lead. Mordred would have to be patient with a supporting role, for now. The midday sun stood atop the sky, relentlessly breathing heat into everyone at the camp. After the fire was lit and lunch was about to finish, they would discuss the preceding steps.
The mercenaries’ eyebrows drew closer. Far beyond the clearing, a disturbance was causing birdlife to flee towards the direction where they had come from. The trees swayed back and forth, and whatever was coming, it was in hurry. Tremors reverberated through the ground, and the mercenaries buckled in both fear and the flight response.
“Help!” It was a girl’s voice, much younger and tired. “ Please…!”
Cassie burst through the foliage, tripping and crawling desperately out of the grove. She didn’t even register the men that had attempted to stop her. Some of the men looked back at her figure trespassing into the jungle. Others couldn’t take their eyes off from the direction she had come from.
It was here already.
“Run!” Her voice resounded in panic. “It’s…!”
With a mighty, disgruntled cry the black Kavus burst through the clearing. The mercenaries dropped to a crawl, and though a few managed to start a sprint, a massive swoop of it’s arm ripped through the air, tossing them up and down it’s oversized mouth.
The entire scrambled to fall back and regroup but the black beast would not have that. It had orders to cause as much chaos as it could, and snatch a meal or two, if possible. Blue hated leaving any survivors, but Cassie said they still needed a few of them alive, and at best desperate. It had no idea what she wanted to do, but orders were orders.
Later on, he’d have to play dead anyway.
Cassie tripped and skidded a few inches in front of a camp. She needed to presume the helpless, ditzy type until she was sure the ruby that wasn’t a ruby was insight. “Help… me.” She gasped, before becoming limp and fainted.
lemme know if I need to change stuffs.
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Hitgirl
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 7, 2019 21:07:15 GMT
A FOOL ONCE TOLD ME@someone
TO TRUST IN STRANGERS
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notes and stuffs
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 2, 2019 20:57:52 GMT
[attr="class","sinner"] [attr="class","sinner1"] [attr="class","sinback"] [attr="class","sinnert"]Freedom. There was no other word to describe the sensation Cassie felt every time she entered this place. She casually walked the ruins of the dilapidated mansion as if it were her own house, humming to herself a simple melody that echoed through the empty halls. As if the mansion were still intact. Anyone who would see her would think she was the ghost of a girl who once lived in the shadow of the past. She walked barefoot with a lively step. Light broke through every crack and hole it could find, but this barely provided enough lighting. While most people would find it worrisome to trek under such low visibility, it didn’t matter to Cassie. Her body wasn’t normal and no normal injury could harm her. Cassie had yet to find anybody who could incapacitate her like any other normal human. A blue slime bounced just right behind her, and landed softly on her head. Its face seemed sad and disappointed, its body drooping just a little. “ Sorry, Blue.” Cassie said, taking the slime from her head. “ I know you don’t like it here because you don’t get to eat but don’t worry, you’ll get your next meal soon enough.” She smiled and stretched his body as far as she could with a bright smile on her face. Blue liked it when he was stretched beyond what his body could handle. Cassie never considered herself as a masochist, and had no incentive to think that Blue was obsessed with pain. She let go of his body and it compressed back together, like rubber. The slime dropped on the floor and jumped up and down, begging to go another around. Cassie kept walking towards the big hall at the center of the mansion, ignoring Blue who sulked right behind her. If she started playing with him, it’d be forever before they finished. Today, it’d be her turn to play, stretch the legs and sharpen her claws. The Leaders of the Grimm Troupe rarely coalesced together. She’d known that fact to be the decorum of the group. But it didn’t hurt to meet up with some of the leaders outside of business. Besides, whenever they weren’t busy, a sparring match was a commodity if anything. Grimm members didn’t “talk” to each other, they fought, and killed if necessary. Myria and her would be conversing today, in a way. Blue bounced once to hop on the elongated table where Cassie had taken a sit at the very front. The seat of the head of the house. “ Well, this feels nice. Hopefully, we can make the Grimm ours one day Blue. That way we won’t be left without a place in the world.” The slime bounced once and Cassie smiled. [attr="class","sinner2"] [attr="class","sinnerlyric"]Someone told me
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AGE
40
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Hitgirl
UNSORTED
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Post by Cassiopeia on Jun 2, 2019 19:08:35 GMT
friendship ♚ Oh yeah, no it's all good, Watcher.
I went through Rhyme's application again see if I missed anything, and I found it, which is what happened prior to Rhyme's presence in Eos. That was dumb of me to ask when I should have read your bio thoroughly. Then again, I wrote that at late at night. But yeah, we're good!
After re-reading through Rhyme's bio, how long has Rhyme lived? Cause their stories might just overlap, though I think this may be a long shot. They were both experimented by nobles, and in Cassie's case, it was her mother who did so without guilt or remorse and I'll place a wanted ad on her though I shan't put too many spoilers here.
They are both victims of inhumane experiments done by nobles. Maybe her mother and the ones who abducted Rhyme prior waking up in the ruins could belong to the same group? This would make them kin in some way, being victims of the same tragedy. There is contrasting difference in how they continue their stories. Cassie wants nothing more than to bury the hatchet, let bygones be bygones and erase any trace of her history. Rhyme wants to discover more of his past.
What do you think?
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