[On the morn of 02/06, Crow wakes up feeling the best he's felt in ages. Maybe it was just a delayed effect from Ahmi's session, but his aches were gone, his worries even less so. He felt good and a wanting to do good in the process.
He should be sharing this good mood, shouldn't he?
So that's when Crow hits the streets with his phone, taking up jobs from his phone and offering to help people with their mundane tasks. Look at all these things people need done! Exciting!]
Hey, didn't you put up a little request on Craigslist? I'm here to give ya a hand.
[At least it's not money that's fueling him this time. However, he will get bored about halfway through the task and have to skip out early. But he'll make sure it's mostly done, okay?]
II.5 Final Remix
[Nighttime is another story. Crow's never really been one to be loud and obnoxiously an asshole, and even his worst traits make him somewhat tolerable in public.
However.
It has fed into a weakness of his that he's been mostly able to keep in check: his gambling. While Crow was never all that great about the extra money he made, he never frivolously threw it away like he's doing now, his credit card in hand and punching in the details into his phone. Something he had put a lock on with two passwords to keep him from efforting to put it in.
Well, his need to pull on his gacha led him to look for those passwords, put it in, and is ready to keep pulling. No one's even sure if he's going for something specific. After all, he'd pulled his dream idol just a few weeks ago.
Now...now he's just doing it for the thrill, and it's the one thing that makes him feel alive instead of slipping deeper and deeper into his aggressive, suffocating thoughts of his whole situation in this city. That he'd up and left home without any contact, and virtually isolated himself from his child life.
A feeling that ate at his heart every day and plastered with a smile and a goofy attitude.
If you try and take that phone from him, he may or may not get a little aggressive. But it's just a game, right...?]
IV. Chain of Memories
[It wasn't like Crow didn't notice the little hearts floating around. It's just with everything else weird that's been happening in Recolle: the fire, the zombies, the everything, floating hearts seemed relatively harmless.
It's not til one aims for his heart and buries inside it that he feels his happiness, the one thing he'd slowly started to regain over time, and his general willingness to help others start to leave him, and instead, his greed and loneliness start to take hold.
Should you see Crow, he'll have a deck of cards unlike any other--they're almost like glass, clear and with the different suits and numbers on them etched on their surface. However, from the way he shuffles them, they bend and flick with the same threshold that a normal card would have.
If he sees you, he'll smile, his playfulness starting to show, although not in the same way he'd usually show.]
How about a friendly game?
[He flicks those cards much like you'd start a game of 52 pickup. But instead of them falling to the ground, they hover around him like small barriers and hovering projectiles. That disease is ready to defend itself from any potential threats.
Good luck getting to him...although, there is a kiss that both doesn't involve contact and works from far away, isn't there? Can you think of it?]
Bonus: Birth By Sleep
CROW ARMBRUST: (Joined Oct. 2018). Age 22, born December 17th. Height: 6'1'', black hair (turned floral white), brown eyes (now red) -Born in Portland Maine. -Parents left at a very young age, raised by his grandfather Wren Armbrust -At age 18, grandfather passed away -No remaining family other than distant relatives in Florida. Held a funeral and left Portland for Recolle -Care for his grandfather and first aid on camping trips led him to want to pursue Paramedicine -Used his inheritance from his grandfather to pay tuition and locked the rest away -Hobbies include: Card games, darts, billiards, fashion, mobile gaming -Perfect hand-eye coordination -Weapons knowledge and abilities: Twin orbal pistols, double sabre, basic hand to hand self defense -Elements: Dark and Water -Signature dishes: Fish burgers, Lobster Rolls -Relaxed, laidback, caring, and fun-loving -Self-sufficient to a fault, secretive, a bit distrusting of others to shield his own heart's most vulnerable parts -Keeps his darker memories of past life to himself -Genuinely surprised people go out of their way to care for him -Can be surprisingly ruthless in his judgement and will hold a grudge, depending on the situation -Alias: C. -Closest friends: Rean Schwarzer, Elliot Craig, Astrid Renouf -Pets: Cat- Pachinko Armbrust
[It's in that moment that all the colour drains from Crow's face, the Cliffnotes of his life story laid out bare for everyone to see. Sure, it wasn't completely tragic...
But it was his.]
Wildcard.
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[On the morn of 02/06, Crow wakes up feeling the best he's felt in ages. Maybe it was just a delayed effect from Ahmi's session, but his aches were gone, his worries even less so. He felt good and a wanting to do good in the process.
He should be sharing this good mood, shouldn't he?
So that's when Crow hits the streets with his phone, taking up jobs from his phone and offering to help people with their mundane tasks. Look at all these things people need done! Exciting!]
Hey, didn't you put up a little request on Craigslist? I'm here to give ya a hand.
[At least it's not money that's fueling him this time. However, he will get bored about halfway through the task and have to skip out early. But he'll make sure it's mostly done, okay?]
II.5 Final Remix
[Nighttime is another story. Crow's never really been one to be loud and obnoxiously an asshole, and even his worst traits make him somewhat tolerable in public.
However.
It has fed into a weakness of his that he's been mostly able to keep in check: his gambling. While Crow was never all that great about the extra money he made, he never frivolously threw it away like he's doing now, his credit card in hand and punching in the details into his phone. Something he had put a lock on with two passwords to keep him from efforting to put it in.
Well, his need to pull on his gacha led him to look for those passwords, put it in, and is ready to keep pulling. No one's even sure if he's going for something specific. After all, he'd pulled his dream idol just a few weeks ago.
Now...now he's just doing it for the thrill, and it's the one thing that makes him feel alive instead of slipping deeper and deeper into his aggressive, suffocating thoughts of his whole situation in this city. That he'd up and left home without any contact, and virtually isolated himself from his child life.
A feeling that ate at his heart every day and plastered with a smile and a goofy attitude.
If you try and take that phone from him, he may or may not get a little aggressive. But it's just a game, right...?]
IV. Chain of Memories
[It wasn't like Crow didn't notice the little hearts floating around. It's just with everything else weird that's been happening in Recolle: the fire, the zombies, the everything, floating hearts seemed relatively harmless.
It's not til one aims for his heart and buries inside it that he feels his happiness, the one thing he'd slowly started to regain over time, and his general willingness to help others start to leave him, and instead, his greed and loneliness start to take hold.
Should you see Crow, he'll have a deck of cards unlike any other--they're almost like glass, clear and with the different suits and numbers on them etched on their surface. However, from the way he shuffles them, they bend and flick with the same threshold that a normal card would have.
If he sees you, he'll smile, his playfulness starting to show, although not in the same way he'd usually show.]
How about a friendly game?
[He flicks those cards much like you'd start a game of 52 pickup. But instead of them falling to the ground, they hover around him like small barriers and hovering projectiles. That disease is ready to defend itself from any potential threats.
Good luck getting to him...although, there is a kiss that both doesn't involve contact and works from far away, isn't there? Can you think of it?]
Bonus: Birth By Sleep
CROW ARMBRUST: (Joined Oct. 2018). Age 22, born December 17th. Height: 6'1'', black hair (turned floral white), brown eyes (now red)
-Born in Portland Maine.
-Parents left at a very young age, raised by his grandfather Wren Armbrust
-At age 18, grandfather passed away
-No remaining family other than distant relatives in Florida. Held a funeral and left Portland for Recolle
-Care for his grandfather and first aid on camping trips led him to want to pursue Paramedicine
-Used his inheritance from his grandfather to pay tuition and locked the rest away
-Hobbies include: Card games, darts, billiards, fashion, mobile gaming
-Perfect hand-eye coordination
-Weapons knowledge and abilities: Twin orbal pistols, double sabre, basic hand to hand self defense
-Elements: Dark and Water
-Signature dishes: Fish burgers, Lobster Rolls
-Relaxed, laidback, caring, and fun-loving
-Self-sufficient to a fault, secretive, a bit distrusting of others to shield his own heart's most vulnerable parts
-Keeps his darker memories of past life to himself
-Genuinely surprised people go out of their way to care for him
-Can be surprisingly ruthless in his judgement and will hold a grudge, depending on the situation
-Alias: C.
-Closest friends: Rean Schwarzer, Elliot Craig, Astrid Renouf
-Pets: Cat- Pachinko Armbrust
[It's in that moment that all the colour drains from Crow's face, the Cliffnotes of his life story laid out bare for everyone to see. Sure, it wasn't completely tragic...
But it was his.]
Wildcard.
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