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recolle2018-10-06 02:08 pm
megatechbody) wrote in recolle2018-10-06 02:08 pm
All resistance wearing thin...
WHO: Mariko Aramaki and YOU
WHERE: All Around Recolle
WHEN: October
WHAT: Mariko is one of the Source Hosts. Hilarity ensues
WARNINGS: Mild body-horror and creepiness after the first two prompts.
I-A - Creepy Karaoke
Usually Halloween is something reserved for very special people. As a kid, she always felt like it cut in on her birthday and as she got older she tended towards more solitary behavior. However, she has always liked music and when one of the stalls is running a little karaoke game, she can’t help but be interested.
There are prizes for creepiest song and best singing and crowd favorite, the performances will be put online for people to vote on blah, blah, blah. None of that is important to Mariko.
Instead, she’s entranced by how MANY songs this place has. They have just about every song that she can think of and a few that she stumbles upon looking for some of the more obscure tracks that she knows. Finally, after listening to a few other participants - it’s her turn.
Mariko's voice is strong, though no one who's ever heard her sing has hear her sing like this. Now she seems to be a proper performer, serenading walkers by and just far too engrossed in the song for her usual temperament. Her voice seems almost magnetic and more perceptive members of the audience will notice that, she’s a little paler than the last time they’ve seen her. She sells the song well, the emotion is strong… but since when was she this much of a singer?
I-B - Pumpkin shenanigans
'Tis the season. A few month's early for the expression, but the creepy vibe in the air feels good this year. At least Recolle's broken bullshit goes with the month. A permanent full moon for autumn is...actually pretty cool in Mariko's book. The pumpkin patch is just too enticing and it doesn't take long for her to start working on her own design.
Borrowing tools from a nearby pumpkin carver, Mariko works on her own design: a toothy, mischievious looking thing. She’s almost satified with the looks of the face, before remembering that she needs to place a candle to make sure it glows correctly. It’s not her first time doing this, and for a moment, her brows furrow at such a rookie mistake. Whatever, easily fixed as she cuts into the top of the pumpkin.
She’s in the middle of preparing for the the feeling of pumpkin guts on her fingers- gross - when suddenly the thing erupts with a shriek that would put most banshees to shame. Dazed for a moment, she glares at the offending pumpkin sculpture and honest to god, hisses at the thing before remembering herself.
Nothing to see here, folks. Unless you count the fact that her Honey-Brown locks have bleached up to a ghastly white.
II - A Ningyo (Mermaid)
The daytime hours are easier to deal with, even if things have gotten complicated. She woke up with an overbearing thirst and when she looked in the mirror, she was greeted with eyes far more black and with far more pupil than she remembered. So sunglasses it was until nighttime came. It made sense that the Retrospec bullshit wasn’t done firing - the moon being out all the time was too easy after the last two bullshit months. She had to focus on the case.
At night, she holds no such compunction. Everyone is too unobservant, too concerned with whatever meaningless thoughts to notice her hiding in one of the tanks, or the space where she’s stashed her clothing. She texts them one by one: Matt, Derek, Lucille, Togusa and waits.
She bides her time by singing - her voice even stronger and ringing off of the glass and water eerily.
A fish swims by in Mari’s peripheral and interrupts her song as she subconsciously she grinds her teeth. Her eyes track to the little thing as it swims away ignorant of how much she wants to devour it. She wants to bite down and feel it thrash in panic, feel the blood slick over her tongue and swallow it’s flesh.
God, she’s so hungry.
She sings again, notes that she could never reach before coming as easily as breathing.
II - B Hunting in Enprise (Mermaid/Harpy)
Some would say the infection is getting worse, but Mariko knows the truth. This virus seems to be changing her into something more fitting to her nature. It’s not like she wasn’t a maneater before this - it’s almost poetic that it’s become literal.
She almost looks like she’s been body painted, her skin smooth and shiny to the eye - white and mottled with darker grey patches. Her fingers webbed slightly and the tips of her fingers end in short, dark talons. Her feet are more fin than the last time she was seen and as her toes end in those same awful talons, shoes have long since been abandoned. Not longer having hair, Mariko seems to be crested with a ridge of fins that give way to short dark feathers that follow the curve of her skull.
Her movement is surprisingly quiet as she prowls the streets. Enprise is her territory now and it’s so easy to say out of sight of those she does not want to see. Mariko tilts her head, scenting the air. Prey? Or challenger?
II-C Nesting (Later in the Month)
Her office, now closed to anyone who wasn’t part of Tatsuo’s pack, had become her home away from her apartment. Enprise was good grounds, after all and she was loathe to leave it to some other creature. So she stayed within her grounds and made sure that those who she’d become responsible for were taken care of.
Still Mariko was by her very nature, solitary and all the monstrous viruses in the would could not change that. So her office became a sanctuary - a place for herself and Tatsuo alone, away from his pack and away from how loud everything seemed to be lately.
Here she napped in a pile of blankets and cushions and pillows, hungry for warmth now that Tatsuo had not been here to give it. She hoped his hunting was going well and that he would leave her good enough game when it was her turn to hunt.
Are you hunting her? Or is this a simple interruption of her private time?
Wildcard
Mariko has the zombie/mermaid/harpy virus and is manifesting traits of the latter two. I’d love for her to catch two of the other strains! If you’re looking for anything specific or want to do something cool. Inbox me here or hit me on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
wingedbeastie
WHERE: All Around Recolle
WHEN: October
WHAT: Mariko is one of the Source Hosts. Hilarity ensues
WARNINGS: Mild body-horror and creepiness after the first two prompts.
I-A - Creepy Karaoke
Usually Halloween is something reserved for very special people. As a kid, she always felt like it cut in on her birthday and as she got older she tended towards more solitary behavior. However, she has always liked music and when one of the stalls is running a little karaoke game, she can’t help but be interested.
There are prizes for creepiest song and best singing and crowd favorite, the performances will be put online for people to vote on blah, blah, blah. None of that is important to Mariko.
Instead, she’s entranced by how MANY songs this place has. They have just about every song that she can think of and a few that she stumbles upon looking for some of the more obscure tracks that she knows. Finally, after listening to a few other participants - it’s her turn.
Mariko's voice is strong, though no one who's ever heard her sing has hear her sing like this. Now she seems to be a proper performer, serenading walkers by and just far too engrossed in the song for her usual temperament. Her voice seems almost magnetic and more perceptive members of the audience will notice that, she’s a little paler than the last time they’ve seen her. She sells the song well, the emotion is strong… but since when was she this much of a singer?
I-B - Pumpkin shenanigans
'Tis the season. A few month's early for the expression, but the creepy vibe in the air feels good this year. At least Recolle's broken bullshit goes with the month. A permanent full moon for autumn is...actually pretty cool in Mariko's book. The pumpkin patch is just too enticing and it doesn't take long for her to start working on her own design.
Borrowing tools from a nearby pumpkin carver, Mariko works on her own design: a toothy, mischievious looking thing. She’s almost satified with the looks of the face, before remembering that she needs to place a candle to make sure it glows correctly. It’s not her first time doing this, and for a moment, her brows furrow at such a rookie mistake. Whatever, easily fixed as she cuts into the top of the pumpkin.
She’s in the middle of preparing for the the feeling of pumpkin guts on her fingers- gross - when suddenly the thing erupts with a shriek that would put most banshees to shame. Dazed for a moment, she glares at the offending pumpkin sculpture and honest to god, hisses at the thing before remembering herself.
Nothing to see here, folks. Unless you count the fact that her Honey-Brown locks have bleached up to a ghastly white.
II - A Ningyo (Mermaid)
The daytime hours are easier to deal with, even if things have gotten complicated. She woke up with an overbearing thirst and when she looked in the mirror, she was greeted with eyes far more black and with far more pupil than she remembered. So sunglasses it was until nighttime came. It made sense that the Retrospec bullshit wasn’t done firing - the moon being out all the time was too easy after the last two bullshit months. She had to focus on the case.
At night, she holds no such compunction. Everyone is too unobservant, too concerned with whatever meaningless thoughts to notice her hiding in one of the tanks, or the space where she’s stashed her clothing. She texts them one by one: Matt, Derek, Lucille, Togusa and waits.
She bides her time by singing - her voice even stronger and ringing off of the glass and water eerily.
A fish swims by in Mari’s peripheral and interrupts her song as she subconsciously she grinds her teeth. Her eyes track to the little thing as it swims away ignorant of how much she wants to devour it. She wants to bite down and feel it thrash in panic, feel the blood slick over her tongue and swallow it’s flesh.
God, she’s so hungry.
She sings again, notes that she could never reach before coming as easily as breathing.
II - B Hunting in Enprise (Mermaid/Harpy)
Some would say the infection is getting worse, but Mariko knows the truth. This virus seems to be changing her into something more fitting to her nature. It’s not like she wasn’t a maneater before this - it’s almost poetic that it’s become literal.
She almost looks like she’s been body painted, her skin smooth and shiny to the eye - white and mottled with darker grey patches. Her fingers webbed slightly and the tips of her fingers end in short, dark talons. Her feet are more fin than the last time she was seen and as her toes end in those same awful talons, shoes have long since been abandoned. Not longer having hair, Mariko seems to be crested with a ridge of fins that give way to short dark feathers that follow the curve of her skull.
Her movement is surprisingly quiet as she prowls the streets. Enprise is her territory now and it’s so easy to say out of sight of those she does not want to see. Mariko tilts her head, scenting the air. Prey? Or challenger?
II-C Nesting (Later in the Month)
Her office, now closed to anyone who wasn’t part of Tatsuo’s pack, had become her home away from her apartment. Enprise was good grounds, after all and she was loathe to leave it to some other creature. So she stayed within her grounds and made sure that those who she’d become responsible for were taken care of.
Still Mariko was by her very nature, solitary and all the monstrous viruses in the would could not change that. So her office became a sanctuary - a place for herself and Tatsuo alone, away from his pack and away from how loud everything seemed to be lately.
Here she napped in a pile of blankets and cushions and pillows, hungry for warmth now that Tatsuo had not been here to give it. She hoped his hunting was going well and that he would leave her good enough game when it was her turn to hunt.
Are you hunting her? Or is this a simple interruption of her private time?
Wildcard
Mariko has the zombie/mermaid/harpy virus and is manifesting traits of the latter two. I’d love for her to catch two of the other strains! If you’re looking for anything specific or want to do something cool. Inbox me here or hit me on