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20th ♫ | knock knock— i'm sorry but here i come

CMO POST
(it stands for 'contact my OCs')
(format lovingly stolen from Prof)

Caelina Gwynlaw, a travelling adventurer and healer from the country of Adryae, a faux-European country in a Ye Olde Fantasy Setting. She's studious and a bit of a bookwork with little self esteem, but when properly motivated she's a force to be reckoned with. She's a scholar educating herself in magic and history but currently taking a break from her studies to travel the country in hopes of healing a plague known as the Withering. She possesses the ability to manipulate and control animating energy (quintessence) that she channels through song and manifests as her healing abilities.
Alalia Ridgely, a knight from the same country as Caelina, though her story takes place centuries later than the former's. Having trained from a young age, Alalia was knighted at age twenty-three and is still a relative newbie when she awakens to a powerful but taxing magical ability that allows her to manipulate animating energy through song. From this, she stumbles into a centuries old conspiracy that results in her going on the run to avoid a wrongful arrest. While she puts on the front of a professional with a stiff upper lip, she's firey and brash with a snappy temper and a fierce sense of justice.
Elizaveta et du Gimora, the youngest princess of a fantasy kingdom known as Gimora. Desperate to prove herself to her family, who she believes values her as a political tool and little else, she joins a band of adventurers to identify and eventually retrieve a relic with her family's crest on it. Eventually ends up punching God in the face. Her heart's in the right place, even if she's a bit of a brat on the outside. She's snobbish and a bit headstrong and prone to getting herself in trouble.
Erina Estival, your typical Light Novel Superpowered Teenager. She is a type of human known as a 'Synchronic', which grants her special abilities, chief of which is the power to bond ('Sync') with a sentient weapon known as a Key. Erina's key is a zweihander called, uh, Zwei. Her special ability is to hear the thoughts and voices of Keys she herself is not Synced with. Sort of sassy and snarky and comes across like she's trying a bit too hard to be a standoffish edgelord. She's actually very energetic and passionate under the surface. Gay for two things: haunted swords and women.
Camellia, a ~spooky ghost~ from a faux-Victorian England setting. In life, she was the prim and proper daughter of the Evandale family. She met her end at the ends of a childhood friend turned spurned suitor and manifested as a ghost sometime later, with only a few fleeting memories of her life. She possesses the engagement ring that was buried with her body and is very!! lonely!! PLEASE GIVE HER SOME COMPANY

This post is mostly here to shake out some 'canon' threads with castmates for the above OCs but it's ALSO here for anybody who just wants to touch some of my stupid kids. JUST LET ME KNOW WHO SOUNDS MOST LIKE YOUR BAG AND LET'S GET IT ON.

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

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[Listen. Sawyer likes Eliza. They even get along pretty well, most of the time. They probably wouldn't keep hanging out otherwise.

But if you get a few drinks in Sawyer, sometimes he gets in a mood.]

I'm not... [Hic. He just veered directly into this topic with no preamble.] I'm not saying you're immoral as a person. I'm just saying that there's no such thing as an morally-sound monarchy in general.

[ And of course if Sawyer's drinking, Elizaveta's drinking. Because she can't let this commoner boy outdo her in any way and drinking is no different. ]

Oh, Sawyer. [ she says this in the kind of condescending voice one uses when explaining why one and one are not five to a tantrum-throwing toddler. ] That's obviously the case in your silly world, but things are quite different here. Are you really telling me you haven't picked up on that by now?

[ S M I L E ]

All right, princess, riddle me this: What would happen if you punched me in the face in front of the police?

Why in Gimora would I punch you in the face, you fool?

Who knows? It's hypothetical. That's not the point.

Of course it's the point! If I should ever choose to introduce my fist to your face so publically, one would assume you had done something to warrant it!

[ is she deflecting?? is this really the hill she's choosing to die on??? IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL ]

Would the police assume that? Or would they go, 'Hey! Princess! You're under arrest!'

Well, presumably, the police would intervene and assess the situation and then bring swift justice down on the appropriate party.

[ not stated but implied: Obviously Sawyer because Eliza has never done a single thing wrong in her life. ]

No, you're wrong! They'd assume that I deserved it, because you're the princess and I'm a commoner!

[ she splutters in a very indignant and very un-princess like fashion. ]

You have absolutely no proof whatsoever to speak of! You may have knowledge of the royalty of your own world, but the royal line of Gimora guides its people with the gentle hand of a fair and just ruler!

You just think that because you're seeing it from the perspective of the royal line! The fact of the matter is that, in a monarchy, there's no inherent motivation for the ruling class to do anything for the working class, as long as they're happy enough to not openly revolt!

[ SLAMMING BOTH HANDS ON THE TABLE ]

Then-- then I suggest we prove this definitively! How would you feel in taking part in an experiment with me?!

Sounds fine to me! Once you've punched me in the face, we'll see who really understands how monarchy works!

Well then! As I've heard it's said -- shall we take this outside?!

Just the other day, team Regalia was finally able to catch and properly chastise their wayward member, Regalia Athene, who had used her powers to irresponsibly travel the world, steal stuff, and generally cause trouble.

Today, Anika got home from school and found that Alexandrine Arceneaux d'Athenai had somehow gotten into her room and was lying on her bed, playing with her DS. She tossed it aside when Anika came in. "FINALLY you're here. I'm booooooooooored!"

It's been a long day. No more busy or dramatic than usual, but a long one. So Anika can be forgiven, perhaps, for wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed and do absolutely nothing else for the rest of the evening. She can hopefully also be forgiven for just standing and staring like a fool when she registers that Alex is, indeed, just lounging on her bed like she owns the place.

Then the spluttering starts.

There's a lot of questions to be asked here but obviously, the most important one is "How did you get into my room?!"

Alex hung her head over the side of the bed so she could look at Anika, though it made her look upside down.

"Magic, obviously. If I can't steal stuff anymore I gotta do SOMETHING with it!"

"Why is that something breaking into my house?!" she demands. Her voice even cracks. It's plain to see that she's all afluster even if she's too taken aback by the fact that this is happening at all to start working herself up to being mad about it.

"Can't you-- I don't know! Do something productive? Get a job? Volunteer somewhere? Go look for your Regalia?!

"You sound like the old guys at the temple. Why aren't you looking for your Regalia, if it's so important?"

Instinctive sass in response to the implication that she's being lazy. This is the bearer of the regalia of wisdom which is why we are all doomed.

“I am looking for my Regalia!” Anika snaps in response and ah, there goes her voice cracking again. All she wanted was a nice lazy evening in her room and instead… this is what she gets. She certainly can’t deserve this, can she, uncaring universe?

“But I also have an actual life! I have to go to school, do homework—all that sort of stuff! What’s your excuse?”

"Iunno."

She shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. "It's less fun doing it on your own."

... ah. So that's it. She's not said it in as many words but Anika's starting to get a good feel for just why she'd come back to find someone lounging in her room like they owned the place.

"Then why not actually let us help you instead of running off and causing so much trouble? We're all supposed to be in this together, aren't we?"

Which are rich words coming from the girl who pitched a fit and refused to join the team at first, but that's character development for you.

Alex rolled over and sat up properly, partly because it was hard to have a serious discussion while you were upside down but mostly because she was getting a head rush. "That's what I'm trying to do, but you're always at school or something!"

She was working on being a team player. Honest. She just wasn't quite there yet.

[Synneve would be the first to say that she is the major reason why Cennost is in the state it is. Monsters, strange creatures, magic lurking in every corner...but even if she felt sorry about what happened to her companions, this Cennost was far more lively than the one she grew up in.

Which is why she is currently out in the country with Caelina with a pair of horses. She didn't have Lyubov's skill with them but she did learn a few things over the years. Pushing the mare up a hill she points excitedly.] Look! You can see the ocean. The Odvek Forest shouldn't be far, now.

[The ancient forest with it's vampires and living trees was a sight that she was sure Caelina would enjoy.] We might even be able to see the dryads blossom if the locals let us get close.

[ They've been travelling for a while now, her and Synneve. Just the two of them, and their horses. It's different from her own travels, much different from having a group of companions but Caelina's enjoying every moment of it. Cennost, for all its strangeness, is beautiful and it's so different from Adryae that she can't keep her face from lighting up with wonder at every new sight. ]

Goodness. [ She encourages her own mare up the hill as well, so she can join Synneve in gazing out across the sea. ] It's so vast... is this the very edge of the coastline, then?

[ She's only seen glimpses of the sea, back in Adryae and this ocean utterly dwarves it. ]

[It's different than the traveling she often did with her companions, too. Either during their roaming days or just enjoying the company of one or two of her friends. This trip made Synneve's heart swell with pride that even if the cost to herself were great she had brought some good to the world she loved so much.]

Ha... I wore the same expression the first time I saw it, too. [Though, back then the fishing village in the distance had only been a few buildings big.] It is. You could travel the entire coast of mainland Cennost starting here--there's other ports, of course, but I have a fondness for this area.

[Turning around slightly, she pointed at an expansive forest in the distance where the tallest trees seemed to dwarf the mountains behind. Her sense of pride was greater than ever.] There's the Odvek. The twins were from this area back when it barely was considered a city-state at all. I think there might be a statue dedicated to Lyubov in the village still...

[She stops for a moment, shaking her head.] Forgive me. I get so excited these days.

[So today, as far as Jailbreak was concerned, was a good news/bad news kind of situation.]

[Good news was, she'd finished up that last job with time to spare, so she didn't have anything lined up for the next few days.]

[Bad news was that meant she had jack-all to do for the next few days, and no one to enjoy that free time with since she'd made sure to fit her latest heist into a gap in her schedule when nobody she knew needed her for any missions, backup, or other favors.]

[Furthermore, she was spending that freetime bored out of her goddamn mind and driving aimlessly around an area she could only define as 'somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, probably, I'm like forty percent sure', and debating with herself whether or not to stop for the night and get some sleep.]

[Another good news/bad news split: the nice thing about sleeping in your car was that when your car was magic, you could keep an entire bedroom in the trunk. The bad news was that bedroom was pretty much fucking useless if you just couldn't get to sleep somehow.]

[Finally, tired of trying to doze off, Jail had climbed back out of the trunk and into the car proper, reclining the driver's seat and flopping into it with a soft thump, tilting her head back so she could look through the open window at the stars.]

[That was one last piece of good news, she had to admit: wherever the fuck this forest was, at least the view was beautiful.]

[ It's been a good... while since last there was anyone in the forest. It's hard to be sure of exactly how long, when she has so few ways of reliably keeping time out here. It's certainly been more than a day or two and the fact that she's lost count suggests it's been more than a week. But she's yet to see another full moon, which points to it being less than a month.

So. Not the longest it's ever been. Not exactly an age. But still a terribly long time to spend with no company. It's been quiet, and lord knows Camellia is very sick of quiet.

What a surprise, then, when she hears the telltale roar of a car approaching. There's no point in getting her hopes up when she knows it's just going to speed on through. But then it comes closer and closer and eases to a stop and Camellia realizes that the stranger driving this car appears to be just... staying for the night. Do... do they know where they are? This is a very out-of-the-way part of the forest to just set up for the night.

It takes her a little while to pluck up the courage to go and investigate. Not that she expects to get much out of it, either way. But there's always the chance, isn't there?

Which is why, in the dead of night, in this spooky old forest, the brisk sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth can be heard. Which is strange, because it's obvious from even the most cursory of glances that there's nobody around. ]

[Years of being a wanted criminal haven't exactly made Jail prone to ignoring sudden suspicious noises. Her eyelids had been starting to drift shut, but they snap open again at the first sound of footsteps.]

[She doesn't get up from her relaxed, languid pose, but her gaze roams warily over the area and one hand casually drifts down to grab the handle of something stored beside her seat, just in case she needs a weapon.]

[Still keeping up the facade of being lazily at ease, she calls out:]

Real damn pretty out here tonight, huh. You wanna come over and say hi?

[ There's no real response – what comes back sounds like a squeak of surprise and then suddenly the car rocks, as if something had slammed into the side. Not hard, but there's definitely a sense of a collision. Or a push.

And while there's no one visibly there, it's easy to tell that there is, indeed, someone present – it hangs in the air, something not exactly magical but something that is obviously not human. ]

[Welp, that's definitely something that deserves a closer look.]

[Luckily, Jail uses more than just her eyes to see, when she needs to. She reaches for the tiniest amount of power, carefully letting her more magical senses activate, and looks, her gaze reaching past the physical world and into the structure of what is.]

[ the Spiegelman household has acquired a new member.

much like the last one, it's Kai's fault (surprising absolutely nobody). also much like the last one, there is definitely something sketchy going on. Kai had sworn up and down that nobody was going to come looking for the new girl. everything was 100% above-board and legal, but... Kai had also been remarkably close-lipped about where she'd come from, for being... well, himself. and the things he so carefully hadn't said had been that much louder for it— loud enough it isn't difficult to make some guesses.

(he'd picked her up somewhere in the inner system. her prosthetics—the reason he'd claimed he'd dropped her off with his da—are apparently a completely unknown kind of tech. her body has been modified an absolutely absurd amount, in the kind of way you'd only see on someone expecting to live in a hostile environment for a long amount of time, and shows the wear to match.)

however, despite some of those implications, so far she seems almost aggressively harmless: quiet. shy. ...kind of air-headed, even, though that might have more to do with the fact she's apparently got near-total amnesia. for example— ]

Is the sky supposed to be that color?

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20th ♫ | knock knock— i'm sorry but here i come

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Camellia II: The Revengeance

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Jail's using her analysis power, up to you what she sees.

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