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rekindleme2014-12-23 05:34 pm
shadowsgambit) wrote in rekindleme2014-12-23 05:34 pm
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Back to the months before
Who: Fortuna (or rather, Rosalia Ibbott) and you!
Where: The streets of District 1
When: Backdated to the start of the deaging
Summary: Fortuna has been aged down to about 12. Meaning she's not really Fortuna anymore.
Warnings: um...nothing yet?
First, a hideously long intro. Skip to the next bold text if you don't want to read.
Rosalia wakes in a strange place. The bed is too soft. It's also too long. She opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, free of any trace of insects. She sits up, taking in her surroundings. The room she's in is a large one, though it's mostly empty save for a coat rack containing a very large black duster and a pair of combat drones lying on the floor. She watches the drones as she gets up, padding over the stripped floor cautiously. They don't look like they're active, but they provide a clue. She's been kidnapped by a rigger, obviously. Maybe drugged in her sleep or something. She can't remember running into anyone suspicious today. She'd better learn what she can, she thinks as she pulls the coat on the rack down to look for clues or a weapon or something useful. Why? Does this mystery rigger - a troll or ork, judging by the trenchcoat, a woman if which side buttons is any indication - work for the Mafia? Have they abducted her because her parents failed to pay off their debt? And where is this captor of hers? Why would any kidnapper just leave her unattended?
A search through its many pockets (so much room to conceal things...) reveals a bunch of mechanical things, a weird oriental-looking mask, a laser microphone, a medium-sized empty sack (what's the point of putting this in a pocket?), and...bingo, a commlink! She turns it on...to be greeted by a password screen. Whoops. Okay, scratch that, she still doesn't know anything else about her captor besides sex, one of two possible metatypes, and occupation. Maybe there's something else somewhere, she thinks as she opens one of the two doors in the room. It's a restroom. Well, it's stupid, but she needs to use it anyway. While she's in there, though, she sees several used tubes of white hair dye. So now she's got a good idea of her captor's appearance.
She speaks to fill the nervous silence. "Ork or troll lady with white hair, keep an eye out for rigger jacks. Got it." With a deep breath, she cautiously heads out of the room, to find...the beginnings of a workshop. And a window. The buildings look Asian, maybe. Nice neighborhood. No metahumans at all passing by, weirdly enough. Is this Japan? She's heard their government has no tolerance for metahumans. ...Is that why her captor is nowhere to be found? She may have friends, though. So she searches for a weapon, and finds it - a knife in the kitchen.
Actual RP prompt begins here
And this is Saeng Seong's first look at Rosalia Ibbott, the person Fortuna used to be: a preteen girl in well-worn clothes wandering first the halls of building four and then the streets of the district, carrying an ordinary kitchen knife nervously.
As she wanders, however, she realizes how strange she must be. There are no homeless people about, this is obviously a wealthy place. So she tears off a strip of the shirt under her tank top to tie around her waist, tying the knife to it loosely. That doesn't look like she's going to kill someone at any rate. It looks weird but she looks weird no matter what. She'd better make the most of it.
Eventually, she comes across a shop. And she realizes she can read the sign.
"That doesn't make any sense...I don't know Japanese or whatever..."
Those things, linguasofts or whatever, she thinks suddenly, frantically feeling around her head for any sign of surgery. Nothing. No datajacks, no chip slots, no sign of headware being implanted at all. Still freaked out, she sits down on a bench, trying not to look too vulnerable and still trying to figure out just where she is.
"I don't get it..."
Where: The streets of District 1
When: Backdated to the start of the deaging
Summary: Fortuna has been aged down to about 12. Meaning she's not really Fortuna anymore.
Warnings: um...nothing yet?
First, a hideously long intro. Skip to the next bold text if you don't want to read.
Rosalia wakes in a strange place. The bed is too soft. It's also too long. She opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, free of any trace of insects. She sits up, taking in her surroundings. The room she's in is a large one, though it's mostly empty save for a coat rack containing a very large black duster and a pair of combat drones lying on the floor. She watches the drones as she gets up, padding over the stripped floor cautiously. They don't look like they're active, but they provide a clue. She's been kidnapped by a rigger, obviously. Maybe drugged in her sleep or something. She can't remember running into anyone suspicious today. She'd better learn what she can, she thinks as she pulls the coat on the rack down to look for clues or a weapon or something useful. Why? Does this mystery rigger - a troll or ork, judging by the trenchcoat, a woman if which side buttons is any indication - work for the Mafia? Have they abducted her because her parents failed to pay off their debt? And where is this captor of hers? Why would any kidnapper just leave her unattended?
A search through its many pockets (so much room to conceal things...) reveals a bunch of mechanical things, a weird oriental-looking mask, a laser microphone, a medium-sized empty sack (what's the point of putting this in a pocket?), and...bingo, a commlink! She turns it on...to be greeted by a password screen. Whoops. Okay, scratch that, she still doesn't know anything else about her captor besides sex, one of two possible metatypes, and occupation. Maybe there's something else somewhere, she thinks as she opens one of the two doors in the room. It's a restroom. Well, it's stupid, but she needs to use it anyway. While she's in there, though, she sees several used tubes of white hair dye. So now she's got a good idea of her captor's appearance.
She speaks to fill the nervous silence. "Ork or troll lady with white hair, keep an eye out for rigger jacks. Got it." With a deep breath, she cautiously heads out of the room, to find...the beginnings of a workshop. And a window. The buildings look Asian, maybe. Nice neighborhood. No metahumans at all passing by, weirdly enough. Is this Japan? She's heard their government has no tolerance for metahumans. ...Is that why her captor is nowhere to be found? She may have friends, though. So she searches for a weapon, and finds it - a knife in the kitchen.
Actual RP prompt begins here
And this is Saeng Seong's first look at Rosalia Ibbott, the person Fortuna used to be: a preteen girl in well-worn clothes wandering first the halls of building four and then the streets of the district, carrying an ordinary kitchen knife nervously.
As she wanders, however, she realizes how strange she must be. There are no homeless people about, this is obviously a wealthy place. So she tears off a strip of the shirt under her tank top to tie around her waist, tying the knife to it loosely. That doesn't look like she's going to kill someone at any rate. It looks weird but she looks weird no matter what. She'd better make the most of it.
Eventually, she comes across a shop. And she realizes she can read the sign.
"That doesn't make any sense...I don't know Japanese or whatever..."
Those things, linguasofts or whatever, she thinks suddenly, frantically feeling around her head for any sign of surgery. Nothing. No datajacks, no chip slots, no sign of headware being implanted at all. Still freaked out, she sits down on a bench, trying not to look too vulnerable and still trying to figure out just where she is.
"I don't get it..."
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"C'mon! Let's see what happens in the cafe!" He beamed excitedly. it was like an adventure!! And kinda fun! He trotted across the street, heading towards the store front, not even trying to keep un-noticed. This was awesome!
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She followed along behind him, though, glancing up at the people who looked up when they came in. They seemed mildly interested in the strange turtle boy, but not hostile or afraid. Weirder and weirder.
And the menu...no soy anything. Coffee instead of soykaf. Offered at the prices her parents would buy soykaf. The only soy on the menu was the option of soymilk instead of regular, offered as a footnote. Sure, this place was obviously richer than where she came from but this...these prices weren't for the rich. Not to mention not only being able to read the menu as if she knew the language, but understanding the value of the currency like she'd grown up with it instead of nuyen.
She fell into step beside him so she could whisper, "Michelangelo, this is weird. All this food is expensive stuff but they're selling it so cheap. Something's not right here, and it's making me really scared."
There. She admitted it. She's afraid of this weird place. It gives her the creeps.
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When Rosalia came up beside him he looked over in surprise then concern when he saw how nervous she was. When she said she was scared - he reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Hey it's okay. I'm here with you!" He whispered back, smiling. "I know we just met and all, but you're still my friend. You're safe with me!"
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Honestly the more she saw the more wrong it seemed. Instinctively, she pulled her hand out of his grasp.
"I don't get this place..."
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But it helped for him to be in a place where people weren't freaking out. Plus he met someone like Rosalia that made him feel less alone.
"Me neither." He agreed with her, nodding. "But one thing I do know, is that this food smells delicious." He held up the cash card he had found. "I know it's hard to think of eating when you're scared...but we might need our energy for..." For what? "More adventuring!"
No, he wasn't trying to make Rosalia feel bad for feeling the way she did. He shared a lot of those same feelings! He was just trying to do what his brothers did with him when he was scared: distraction!
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But she had just woken up and she had to admit she was hungry. Besides, she had to stay calm. She was already getting a bit of a headache from the frustration and stress.
"Okay...okay. You're right. We should get something to eat." She looks up at the menu. "What kinds of things do you like?"
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He looked over at Rosalia. "What's your favorite foods?" He asked curiously.
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Her eyes scanned the menu again. She couldn't figure exactly why, but when her eyes fell on a picture of their fruit salad, her mouth watered like she hadn't eaten in days.
"You know...I can't remember the last time I had real fruit."
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"I'll probably get a sandwich and a root beer...and...a dessert! I can always share it with you!"
Despite the kind of scary unusual sort of situation - the fact that he was able to be in a store and order his own food like anyone else, caused the ninja in training to be filled with glee.