revengeisalie: (saucified | SHOCK GASP)
[It is morning in Poly, and it could be such nice one, too -- but too bad, Citizens, if you are looking at the network today, what you are greeted with is a PIERCING SCREAM. That, followed by scrambling, heavy breathing, and very quiet whining noises. All to the very exciting visual aid of a white ceiling.

Then some more scrambling, and finally, you see a face.

A very boyish face, and quite overflowing with terror. Until suddenly, the brows slant down hard in some serious righteously offended anger.]

Okay, will someone explain to me what is going on here?

[It is odd, this sentence. Because inflection and intonation do not seem to quite go with the male face, and the sound of it is crackling, unsure, as if the user was not accustomed to it. (Spoiler: she really, really isn't.)]

I mean -- curse, right? WHY is there a curse like this?

[Here, have a hearty facepalm.]

I just... is there some kind of lesson to be gained from this, or do the deities just have a really tw-- [wait, "twisted" isn't even a question here] -- random sense of humor?

[A pause as she looks at the communicator pensively.]

Doubt anyone has better answers, on second thought, but... I'm sending it. Someone talk to me. Someone tell me I'm not alone here with this.

[And sent, it is.]

(OOC: SUDDENLY SASUKE. Go forth and have fun.)
revengeisalie: (Desperate measures.)
Warning: This post treats the curse's subject in a half-serious manner. Parents are mentioned. Be careful if that squicks you!

[Leaving the house today may just be the worst idea Rin has ever had. But she's running out of rice, and you can't ever not have rice. As far as she's concerned. So even if the very new notion that the people all around her are looking quite... tasty today is making her sick through and through, she has to brave it. If she wants to have any hope of just stuffing herself full with the newly bought, fresh rice (think of the fragrant, white rice!) and -- not meat, vegetables, and tofu, that is filling and delicious -- then there is hardly a choice.

Thus today finds her walking down the street quite immersed in trying not to look too long at anyone, and to think of how awesome rice and tofu are, and to think many, many distracting thoughts. Which means that no, she is not at all looking where she's going. Hear, she's even humming a little song, which the device just so happens to record.]

Rain's falling, rain's falling,
mother's coming--

[No, not that one. Mother and today -- for a moment, she stands still with her hand pressed to her mouth to keep the bile down.

Nothing about people, then. What else -- flowers. Flowers are always good. Never mind how the heads they often often adorn look that much -- NO.]

Spring has come, spring has come, where has spring come?
It's come to the mountain, the village, the fields.

Flowers are blooming...

[And a click off.]
revengeisalie: (All is protest.)
Wow, it's crowded today! It's a "visitor's day", huh? Wonder if anyone... [a bit louder] is anyone I know out there? From home, I mean? Even someone who's usually here? Haven't even looked...

Say, all these curses lately... does that give about a good idea of what it's always like?

Oh, and also! I, ah, probably need a job. [Don't ask how she's been eating up to now.] I have mainly housekeeping skills to offer, but I'm adaptable! I could also help carry things or sell things or be a waitress or something, I think. If I were explained the job a little. I'd be glad if anyone would be so kind as to consider me for a position! Thank you inadvance.

(OOC: Have at her! Anything goes!)
revengeisalie: (# baby!Rin: been good)
[By the magic of the City, a little girl of maybe six years appears on Misery Square. She's just walking cheerfully, her reaction to the new situation delayed. But then it registers, and she stops and blinks.]

-- hm?

[Her eyes dart around, and then they light up in recognition.]

Uwaaah! It's the weird city again!

[For a few moments, she's just standing there gaping. Then, she notices that something's stuck in her obi. A communication device! Excited, she plucks it out and holds it in front of her face with both hands.]

Hello, box! Hellooooooo!

(OOC: The return of Babyrin! Taken from soon after the last time, but not from a specific canon scene. Have at her. Oh, and network replies are assumed voice.)
revengeisalie: (Attempt to tell lies and to disguise.)
So it seems people have letters sewn to their clothing today. As have I. It's a 'V'. What the hell, I can't even pronounce that -- not properly, anyway, never really got the hang of it -- let alone deduce what it's supposed to mean. Since apparently, it's supposed to mean something.

Not that I don't have my suspicions. But as they say, ignorance is blissful.

Though I'm afraid it doesn't quite have the desired effect. A red letter on red clothing doesn't stand out too much. Tough luck, City!

(OOC: ... yes. For vendetta. /shot)
revengeisalie: (Totenwache.)
[voice]

I think... I should, after all, issue an apology, for the behaviour of my... of me a few days ago. I can't really deny that that was part of me, can I? But here's the thing, and this goes especially to those who might agonize over this: flaws make only half a person.

And that's why I think it's okay.

For a general cheer-up, I've prepared some pastries. Come get them at the square if you want, there's enough!



[action]

[It's right back to the start, it seems: Rin is sitting on a bench on the square, a small table with several artfully arranged pastry pyramids next to her. On her lap is the laptop Umi gave her as a Christmas present. In fact, she's wearing the kimono and necklace she was given for Christmas, too. She's idly playing with the necklace as she clicks around on the laptop, still learning how to operate it, so things go slowly. A little too slowly for her liking, because intends to use it today. Umi's note had said that maybe this thing would actually keep her notes, and this type of curse is what will put that to the test.

Thinking back to the network entry she had posted, she dearly hopes it was enough. She made an effort to display confidence and nonchalance, but within her, doubts still exist. Having your bad side develop a will of its own and act separately from you while you were locked in a spooky mirror version of the City is a pretty scary thing. But she sets her lips and tells herself to not let it get to her. She can deal, she's beyond letting scary things define her.

Right?

Her gaze goes to the pastries on the table. That tactic worked well enough last time she used it, so hopefully it will do the same now. Not that she doesn't also genuinely want to cheer up her friends with this, but she's aware of the double effect and entirely willing to use it to her advantage. Her research has, after all, been going stale for a while.]

Here's to hoping the best.

(OOC: As usual, anything goes! Fourth walling, canonmates, mockery: bring it.)
revengeisalie: (Highway to hell.)
[The recording flickers on with a bit of static and goes on to show Rin's face. She's silent for a moment, fingers flitting irregularly over the screen. It zooms in for a close-up, enough to see tiny, faint scars marring her slightly tanned face. There's a hint of a smirk on her lips.]

Time for me to shine.

Okay. [The picture zooms out again, and she clears her throat, staring directly into the camera with a challenging look.]

Anyone out there got unfinished business with me? Go on, come out of the woodwork. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting any longer. And if this bitch has been bothering you... well, no better time to say it.

(OOC: IN THE AFTERNOON, Rin has been scrubbing the kitchen sink, and the result is her reflection pulling her into Shadow City and installing her glorious self in the kirin stall apartment. This Rin is a good deal more selfish than the one we know, and has a very definite ruthless side to her. She doesn't mind stepping on toes or destroying lives to satisfy her own needs -- she's that side of Rin which swore revenge two three years ago, amplified a lot.)
revengeisalie: (If you enter the lion's cave.)
At first, all you see is darkness, and the darkness is total. Not a thing discernible - except for sounds. Wet sounds, like water dripping somewhere far away, and sounds of breathing, not loud, but clearly audible. Rin, she tries to move in this darkness and kicks a few pebbles loose.

A feeling of danger reigns over the room - and it is somewhere inside something, judging by the sounds and the odd feeling of walls closing in on you.

Then, kaboom! Light literally explodes into the room, and in plain view to the front is a cavern tapering to a tunnel, and in that tunnel, doors start opening. One following swiftly after another, there are also creatures coming out from behind those doors. They look like large, humanoid otters, their faces a mere caricature of an animal.

They start moving, back to where Rin is standing.

(OOC: Inspired by this mess (spoilers).)

七十

Jan. 6th, 2010 10:18 pm
revengeisalie: (Blah blah blah I've got enough.)
Another new year begins. It's still weird - before seeing the end of the year at home, I've seen two of them here. I wonder what will await me when New Year's Eve comes at home, because I have a feeling something big will go down before that happens, yet. Maybe all our fates will be decided before the year runs out.

As for here, I should probably be miffed that the deities interrupted the three-day period after New Year's, but truth be told, it didn't really surprise me - almost been expecting it, even. Looks like it's right back to the old routine.

And then, thank you so much for everyone's great Christmas presents! I truly love them all.

Oh, but you know what I hate? I mean, of course, I hate the curses, but even more I hate the memory wipes, and the destruction of any notes I try to take and -- seriously, deities, are you scared of us? Are you scared we'll find you out, scared that then it'll be all to easy for us to beat you at your own little game? I wonder!

And I hate being told I'm just a dumb kid by people who think they've got it all figured out just because they can't do anything except contribute to the violence in this world. I don't hate the people who do it, because some of them are ones dear to me, but sometimes it just grates being talked down to just for having other ideas!

I also hate it when I get mochi stuck in my teeth. And when I put too much stuff in the dishwasher and it ends up staying dirty, or when things get stuck in the vacuum cleaner... or when my network device posts without me wanting it to, for that matter. So much for "modern technology", really!

Finally, what I especially hate is when the City forces me to post all the stupid things I wrote or said up to the network!

六十九

Dec. 12th, 2009 01:36 pm
revengeisalie: (But I wanted candy.)
Are we finally done with the torture and the suffering? I guess that makes it true: the end of the year is indeed special.

Well, not to dwell on that! To the Curse Brigade: Would setting up shelters in the buildings make sense? As far as I can tell, as much as anywhere - at least they never get destroyed, though things invade them, certainly. Is there even any place in the City that's completely safe from curse effects? Because I'm thinking about setting one up in Building Three, where I live. It would be close and thus easy for me to maintain. But I would need helpers.

And... dare I ask what's up with all the mistletoe? It's a bit... sudden, so I don't know if I trust it.

(OOC: Currently out and about, doing the usual grocery shopping/library/whatever, and so available for kissing!)

六十八

Dec. 6th, 2009 10:43 pm
revengeisalie: (Righter than you.)
[text || private to Youko]

Youko... I don't know if they came for you, too... but in any case, I feel the need to tell you.

You're the person I cursed.

[/private]

[switch to video]


[The feed is sweeping over a view of the... thin air as Rin's voice talks, off-screen.]

Curiosity got the better of me, after all. Had to see what this barrier is like. Still not actually visible, except for the rips. ... I'd have to get closer to see them clearly.

... wait, this thing isn't even --

[The camera is shaken a little, but then it sinks down to give way to a view of the ground. There's sand and some weeds there, in case one might be interested.]

No way.

Okay, Rin, this is the time when you get the hell out of here.

Message to the Curse Brigade: Having now laid eyes on the matter myself... well, there's no way this is for real.

(OOC: Seeing creepily surreal visions of pinwheels and finding it all very suspicious. Action for anyone who... might be there.)
revengeisalie: (And none the wiser for it.)
[SPLOSH.]

[Such is the sound of Rin falling unceremoniously into the foutain. She's splashing around and gasping, until she gets out and you can hear water dripping onto the concrete.]

Wh-what?

[If you were to see her, you'd watch her standing there and quietly looking at her surroundings, until her eyes widen in recognition as the reality of her situation dawns on her.]

... back here...

[Down she slumps onto the ground, sopping wet and utterly dumbfounded. She'll regain her senses sometime in the near future.]

(OOC: And here she is again, fresh from Japanese volume 23, chapter 150/162.)
revengeisalie: (Things that are important.)
... let me talk to you.

(OOC: So going to push that button, sometime tonight game-time, and will then be off for a canon update. As for now, she's still not quite certain, but she shall then be grabbed by a bout of impulsivity. Friends = ... if you consider your character her friend, they are.)
revengeisalie: (The sweet clematis.)
[So it's that day again. And since the last strategy failed rather epically due to City-induced memory wipe, it is now time for Plan B!

Thus you now have a Rin standing in the square, once again, armed with a notepad and her sweetest smile. She exchanged her flame-pattered kimono for a rather standard fare, autumn-themed one and has tied her hair neatly into a bun. She's not carrying her sword.

Occasionally, she addresses people on the street. It might even be you she's talking to.]

Ah... excuse me? Excuse me! Would you, perhaps, be ready to answer a few questions? I'm doing a survey, you see, and it'd really help me if you'd have a few minutes...

(OOC: No, "giving up" is not, in fact, part of her vocabulary. As usual, absolutely anything goes!)
revengeisalie: (Bitching is what I do best.)
[A harsh, sandy kind of sound - that of a rough brush being continuously scrubbed against a surface; muttering in-between. There is a clearly annoyed edge to it.]

Chores, chores - nothing but chores! Geez, why is it always ME? This household is seriously no different than a freakin' pack of wolves --

[The scrubbing is interrupted and a light gasp does a poor job of filling the silence.]

Hey! Hey, Rip! You could do something, too, you know!

(OOC: Family day. Rip van Winkle is the big sister, Integra Hellsing the evil stepmother. ... yes.)
revengeisalie: (I did it.)
[A small cell with a signifantly smaller window which only lets in spare light. Huddled in a showdy corner beneath said window is Rin, breathing heavily and irregularly, eyes diluted.]

... hnngh. I get it.

[Her voice is quiet and a little shaky at the beginning, but then becomes steady as her breathing calms down.]

You won't let me out of here, right? Not before I do what you want, before I say the words you want, before...

Well. I plead guilty, I do. I can say that. There's... [She has her eyes downcast.]

... there's blood on my hands, no denying that.

However. Half those cases turned out to be something of self-defense, and Renzō...

If Renzō wants to judge me for what I did, that's his due right. I'll grant that to him... and him only.

I am not going to give up myself or my freedom to anyone else for this.

[Now, she's looking directly at the camera. There's a flicker in her eyes that says she's noticed that it's recording.]

Because there are things that are more important to me.

(OOC: Been psychologically bombarded with an ever-rewinding replay of Anotsu telling her he's doing it all for grandpa, with the occasional memory of mommy dearest thrown in for good measure. \o/ Will escape later on today.)
revengeisalie: (Desperate measures.)
[RIN IS located in the kitchen, making some plates clatter around as she buzzes about. But then, she halts in her tracks!]

... why, and who are you... ?

[Her voice, half cooing, half suspicious. The sound of tiny feet and wings.]

Hn?

...

Hn?

...

Ow! Ow, ow! Wha' 'e heww?

(OOC: AROUND FOR THE WEEKEND. I missed you, Poly! ;_; EDIT: Aaand off I go again! See you next weekend.)
revengeisalie: (# baby!Rin: few years down the road)
[In your square, there is a little girl in a pink kimono. She is smiling as she speaks, and the mirth in her voice is clearly audible.]

That none of us get burned by sparks!

[But then she looks around herself and realizes... that something is amiss.]

Huh?

... mommy?

[Her face and voice both carry the sheer puzzlement. She is too confused to even be properly shocked.]

Mommy?

...

Daddy? Grandpa?

(OOC: Upping your kid quota with the Age Reversal curse. Taken quite directly from this scene and about six years old.)
revengeisalie: (The bright side of things.)
[The scene is Misery Square, quite well-populated today. Here, near the fountain, stands a Rin in front of a table. On that table, various pastries are neatly arranged.]



[And on Rin's face, her sweetest smile beams at the passing people.]

Hello and welcome! Would you like some refreshments on this fine day? They're free!

(OOC: Rin wants your information. Have at her. ♥)

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