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-- TELEPATHIC HEART.
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yikes.
#i'm not elaborating#hi. the only reason i haven't deleted this is bc i'm keeping my roleplays archived#this is your cue to unfollow if you haven't already
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Hi all,
I'm tired so I'll keep this short.
I've been playing Athena for maybe 4 years now. She was one of the most interesting, satisfying characters I've gotten to write for a long time, and she'll have a permanent place in my heart, but she's run her course. I don't have the energy or muse to keep up with her anymore.
I'm dropping her from Isola. I don't know what I'll do about indie yet. I'm still here, but Athena won't be. I hope you enjoyed my writing her as much as I did. If you want to discuss what to do regarding her business or bonds with other people before I drop her, or you would like a thread wrapped up proper, get in touch with me, please.
This has been fun. Thank you for sticking around. Feel free to unfollow from this point on.
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"Studying is very important! It can save lives! I can attest to this!”
“Not everyone is a good teacher, though. And not every school is good. It can really kill the drive to be educated. You start thinking you hate schools and studying when you really just hate the way you’re taught.”
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“Down with standardized testing!!”
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spiderstaff:
“I’ve always been firmly on team ‘no school’, myself.”
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[SUPPORTS YOU.]
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Tired, she hears, and Athena is inclined to agree -- she must be exhausted. So tired she is hearing an animal of prey speak to her, coax her to him. Even stranger that it’s working; his voice has a comforting quality that feels like rest itself and all that it contains, and it makes her acutely aware of her own weariness, balanced precariously on the top of her head.
It has been a long day. She needs to get home. Keep the rooms clean, rearrange the bookshelves, look over the cases and appointments for tomorrow and oh, whatever-- Athena draws to him, discarding it all for herself in the future, and lowers herself on the grass. Distance kept, but not so much that it would be rude.
“Ugh, what gave it away? I swear--” Is it the dark circles? She needs a new concealer for that. Athena trails off with a small frown, the little of her thoughts left unwinding into nothing along with her words. This is a strange interaction; though certainly nothing weirder than what she already has to work with on a daily basis, seeing the city she lives in, and this is just another novelty. “My name -- right! Athena. Hello! Um.”
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“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
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“You look tired child.”
Aslan laid peacefully on a small strip of grass he found while traveling. It’s been hours since he’s arrived in this land, and he’s yet to find some answers that he’s been searching for. His glorious lion body left in Narnia and here he was no more than a normal lion. His lion body has grown weary of the journey. It appears he wasn’t the only weary traveler.
“Come here and rest with me. Tell me your name, young one.”
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That’s -- concerning. Athena should not be startled, should definitely not have been so out of her own mind to miss crashing into someone by milliseconds (this is, what-- the second time this month?), and her recovery takes a little longer as she processes what just happened. Ow.
At least she hasn’t been knocked down entirely, and thank God she hadn’t been carrying any documents this time around. Her balance never was the most impressive thing, so she clamps a hand over the girl’s offered palm to steady herself. Once upright, Athena draws out a short sigh, one stuck somewhere between startled and relieved.
“No, that’s -- that’s okay! I wasn’t looking--.” Which she should have. The girl mentions bruises, and Athena’s eyes settle properly to look at her, then widen -- it could be a trick of the eye, but she’s sure there is something along her forehead that looks to have been caused by the crash and that won’t do. “--Oh! I didn’t hurt you, did I?! Oh, I might have -- come with me. I’m getting you an ice pack. I absolutely insist!”
A gentle tug at the hand that had steadied her, before she releases it (if she were a direct friend, she would get dragged up until Athena was sure of her wellbeing, but as it stands, she is not and Athena is not of the habit to spook people like that) and takes a few hurried steps towards the building. “I just work upstairs. I can’t let you go with a good conscience if you’re hurt because of me!!”
@heartanalytics / starter call.
❅ : as she passes by the clinic, weiss pauses in her steps. the sign is certainly eye-catching, what with the mention of counseling and all, but she’s not entirely certain why it grabs her attention. is it the promise of something to fix the ache in her chest whenever she thinks of home? or the anxiety that lies low in her mind, resurfacing only, it seemed, to play havoc with her settled-in life here on the island whenever and wherever her nerves deigned to inconvenience her? she’s dealt with these things as they’ve come — she’s strong, and she’s not truly alone, even here — but sometimes… sometimes she wonders if there’s a way to make things better or, at the least, easier to cope with.
even so, she shakes her head and carries on walking, even if through that lobby and up the elevator happens to be a sliver of relief. in the midst of her reverie, she does walk headlong into a young woman exiting the building, though thankfully with less-than-disastrous results. it’s more… embarrassing than anything, realizing that she’s knocked the other girl staggering backward, and weiss quickly recovers from her shock to apologize.
‘i am so sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking - but i hope you’re alright.’ back to calm and collection on the exterior, she gives the other girl a once-over and offers a hand, even though the other hasn’t entirely fallen. ‘no bruises or anything, i hope.’
#∘⡊ ☾ CROSS-EXAMINATION ( in-character. )#einsamkalte#weiss schnee 01#[ hi not me responding almost 2 weeks late sorry#whether or not she's actually hurt is up to you! she's just fussy ]
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[aa+aai] character abilities –> pursuing the truth
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“Huh?” Oh, right, she didn’t know. It’s not like Kay doesn’t want to talk about it– it’s just not the sort of thing that comes up a lot. She scoots a little closer to Athena; it’s not just because she’s cold (she is), but also because she likes being close to people, especially talking about stuff like this.
“Yeah. After grandpa died, I lived by myself for a little while. I was OK, though, he taught me how to take care of myself. It’s how I do so good on my own here, too!” Honestly, she kinda took care of herself while he was alive, too, but… she puts her head in her hand, covering up the scars without even really thinking about it.
“It’s all kind of a bummer, really… I was just thinking I’m glad to have a home and really good friends now. Like you, Miss Athena! I’m doing way better now, so you don’t have to worry.”
If she remembers correctly, it’s called a tell -- more Apollo’s expertise, not hers -- in not the voice, but the hints of tension in the body language, a muscle movement or tic borne out of habit. This isn’t an interrogation, prying into someone’s past with an urgent time limit for a resolution -- or a session -- but Athena doesn’t miss her fingers resting over old marks on the side of her face, and an urge rises to point it out, make a note--
It’s a habit that won’t leave her any time soon, for better or worse. Neither will the empathic surge within Athena that understands, or wants to understand what a lonely little girl goes through to get what is necessary done. What brought her here, from near-nothing to a solid network of support.
“Of course! I don’t think you’d be left alone here even if you wanted to.” A grin. Her palm moves in the motion to ruffle her hair, but gives Kay’s head only a firm pat, instead. “You’re stuck with us. We’re going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I swear it on my honor!”
Here the tone of her voice turns a little somber. Without much thought, a finger trails down from there, touching gently to Kay’s knuckles where they lay over her face. A quiet declaration that she knows of their existence, but not demanding of an explanation.
“And you’ve been hurt before, haven’t you?”
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Suddenly, an addition, louder than his own volume but not so much to draw outside attention. Her approach is slow, timed with his ending of a verse.
“... clear the thistles and brambles,
whistle, ‘Didn’t he ramble?’
Now there’s a bubble of me,
and it’s flo-oo-ating in thee...”
Barry sits down at a public piano, and he stares at the keys for a few minutes. Then, lost in thought, he starts to sing very quietly to himself, with no accompaniment at all.
“…come closer, don’t be shy,
stand beneath a rainy sky,
the moon is over the rise,
think of me as a train goes by…”
#∘⡊ ☾ CROSS-EXAMINATION ( in-character. )#redlichbluelich#[ +1 perks of sensitive hearing. u get to do This ]
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WHAT COLOUR IS MOST LIKE HOW IT FEELS TO BE LOVED BY YOU?
honey yellow.
you’re sweet, but you pack a punch. you’re very into love when you’re in it, and it can be a really beautiful thing. you love your love very deeply, and it breaks your heart when things end with someone. you tend to think that people will be your soulmate, when it’s unlikely that they are. maybe it’s time that you get those hopes under control, before they come back to bite you in the rear.
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"Oh--! It’s my birthday, isn’t it!”
“...I almost forgot. Huh. That’s not like me.”
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NAME: athena cykes
NICKNAME(S): thena, spring chick, princess (do not call her that)
AGE: 19
SPECIES: human.
PERSONAL.
MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil
SINS: greed / lust / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice
PRIMARY GOALS: be a good lawyer. rescue simon blackquill from death row. fight against corruption in the legal system. be taken seriously god fucking damn it
PHYSICAL.
BUILD: scrawny / slender / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / fat
HEIGHT: 5′4″
WEIGHT: good question
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: a small burn scar on her right palm. no birthmarks
ABILITIES/POWERS: enhanced hearing. being able to pick up on another person’s emotions through their heart. can bodily pick you up and toss you
FAVOURITES.
FAVOURITE FOOD: french & italian cuisine. rice & veggie dishes. will occasionally dig into something spicy
FAVOURITE DRINK: orange juice, water, coffee (sometimes)
FAVOURITE COLOUR(S): yellow, baby blue, pastels
FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: pop, indie
FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: romance/drama
FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE: documentaries
FAVORITE SEASON: spring
FAVORITE CURSE WORD(S): the occasional english substitute. holy shinto. load of crock. has non-substitute words in french and will not tell you which ones
FAVORITE SCENT(S): flowery scents - most often lavender or something rosy
FUN STUFF.
BOTTOM OR TOP: switch
SINGS IN THE SHOWER: all the time
LIKES BAD PUNS: sometimes she does-- sometimes will threaten to return you to the store. choose your timing wisely
tagged by: @bloodxhound ty <3
tagging: no <3
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describe your muse with shitty ebay reviews
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Here Athena thought she knew of all existing languages -- and here comes Kay with the cutest thing she has received all year. ( A high bar, even that early in! ) She plucks the card off her hands, turns it a few times, and presses it to her torso in a manner as though she’s mimicking her own heart.
“You are so sweet!! I love you, too! I can’t speak Elvish, so you’re going to have to teach me someday!”
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“Miss Athena, this one’s for you!” She hands over a pink and yellow heart-shaped card, with the words ‘sal quarlani'har‘ written on it.
“I know how much you love languages– this one says ‘I love you’ in Elvish!”
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Athena knows what she means. Cold weather is a little uncommon is Los Angeles even in winter seasons, and she is used to blatantly skipping the morning weather forecast -- a fact that has bitten her more than once, whether in not having an umbrella on hand or being underdressed for frosty airs. In Spirale, a forecast might as well be useless considering the countless natural disasters brought upon them that seem to have nothing to do with the atmosphere and, of course, literal diamond snow--
No matter. She’s not going to get into that-- only nod empathically, gloved hands encircling her own drink for the warmth. It will cool down if she doesn’t drink it soon, but for the moment it’s a pleasant enough sensation that Athena continues to hold it where it is. Now that diamond season has ended, she finds she doesn’t mind this weather as much; if anything, it’s a nice change of pace. She’s even missed it, a little.
“I don’t think anyone really wants to live with this all the time,” A small curl of her lips. “If they say that, they’re a liar. It is pretty, though, isn’t it?”
“Have you never played in the snow before? I think you’ll find a little bit of the appeal if you do! There’s a reason snowmen are so popular.”
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“Ugh… why is it so cold here…” Being from a warmer seaside town, Marta had never been the most fond of the cold- and showing up in spirale in the dead of winter was… not exactly the most exciting thing in the world for her. She’d at least gotten some warmer clothes easily enough, but still! The wind was enough to make her shiver, holding a to-go cup of hot chocolate as she complained to herself about the weather.
“I know snow is pretty, and I’m sure it’s fun to play in, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand people who want to live with this stuff all the time.”
#∘⡊ ☾ CROSS-EXAMINATION ( in-character. )#dualblossomspinner#marta 02#[ two young women with hot chocolate in the cold what will they do ]
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✼ TAG YOURSELF ✼ time.
BOLD - Definite ✼ Italics - sometimes
0 7 : 3 0 a . m . — paperwork. school bells. documentaries. rainstorms. tapping of a pen. dogs barking next-door. hopping to bed after a long day. crumpled notes. detailed encyclopedias. drowsy eyes. world maps. fogged eyeglasses. messy desks. bedheads. smudged-on whiteboards. old atlases. the smell of breakfast first thing in the morning. bare feet on cold marble. museums. worn-out wall paint.
0 9 : 0 5 a . m . — hydrangeas. sunrise. soothing walks in the park. the sound of birds chirping. crop tops. light seeping in through the window. denim overalls. flower vases. hair ties. freckles appearing under the sun. pins & patches. leaves falling during autumn. fairy lights. running shoes. botany textbooks. cloudy weather. laughing with eyes squeezed shut. jerseys. school bleachers. grass fields.
0 1 : 2 2 p . m . — expensive perfume. hair-twirling. the smell of vanilla. lollipops. blowing a bubble gum. arms crossed. snapping fingers. leather purses. sunglasses. laughing with a scrunched nose. skater skirts. cotton candy. lipsticks. vintage boutiques. heels clicking along the school hallways. old convertibles. hair in the wind. class councils. shopping bags. playing with the telephone cord.
0 2 : 0 0 p . m . — old dictionaries. warm mugs. striped blouses. soft bell chimes. cold-weather breath. a ticking clock. cardigans. light tapping of a finger. dusty typewriters. unread letters. dangling keys. wristwatches. doorbells. disconnected telephone beeps. endless film marathons. nail-biting. staying in uncrowded cafés. falling asleep in working clothes. unused bottles of ink. quiet nights.
0 8 : 3 4 p . m . — bows & ribbons. dressing rooms. black stockings. hair brushes. velveteen. drinking from ceramic tea cups. tall mirrors. tucking loose hair behind an ear. fuzzy slippers. comforters. stuffed animals. soft knocking of a door. rehearsing play scripts. bubble baths. lace. sauntering around the house in silk robes. solid-pastel clothes. crossed legs. carpeted floors. dimly-lit bedside lamps.
1 2 : 0 2 a . m . — snow-covered coats. heavy footsteps. faint classical music. red wine. creaky floorboards. missing pages. year-old newspapers. dusty bookshelves. door creaks. fireplaces. chiming grandfather clocks. passing by library aisles. the woods. black umbrellas. porch lights. turntables. the piano playing from another room. mute corridors. embers. isolated train stations.
tagged by: @bloodxhound and @kagoshou ty
tagging: dont be lazy tag yourself <3
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