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Game Update: August II 2377
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august ii 2377
EPISODE 8: When You Wish Upon a Spark...
August 16 - 31
NOTE: As a reminder, there will be no event or missions this month while the mod team takes a break. The game update contains prompts for all of August II, so play around to your heart's content!
Star Suite: The Training Room has been unlocked! Special training machines are now available to the Nova Knights, and they now have access to a new Star Suite power, Sparkle of Life. More details about this power are included in the Starlight section. The Rewards page has been updated with information about the next unlockable room, the Portal.
Constellations: 2/7 Constellations captured. The Nova Knights have the Dancer and the Three Sisters.
Weather: Chalra City's hot hot summer continues! While August isn't quite as hot as it was last month, it's a good deal more humid and stickier. Whether it's a swimming pool or a beach, Chalra City residents are flocking to the water to cool off and relax. Sunbathing in the park is a popular activity on cooler days, and local shops and restaurants court young shoppers by offering special services and sales suited to the student wallet. The highs for the month average around 90°F/32C° with lows around 78°F/25C°.
Recap: The Nova Knights got some badly needed wins in the first half of August! Not only did they rescue the Three Sisters from the Harbingers' clutches, but Dirk and Reese escaped from the Abyss more or less intact as well. They managed to foil most of the Harbingers' plans at Littleneck Beach, but the Harbingers got away with their stolen energy, and whatever they were harvesting from the folks consuming Potari Sweet. The Harbingers have since disappeared from Nautis's magical radar, however, suggesting that they're prioritizing their defenses over a proactive attack.
BY DAYLIGHT
⭐︎ Summer break is over — it's back to school for all students. Hope you did your summer homework, or at least copied it from someone else last minute!
⭐︎ As the summer swelters on, the Midnight Diner serves up a Chalra City summer favorite: finger food-sized fried chicken with a spicy yogurt dipping sauce known by locals as pieces and beach sauce. While beach sauce is typically associated with fried chicken, Chalra City residents will put it on just about anything, and everyone's got their own recipe. Master's beach sauce is known to pack a powerful chili kick.
⭐︎ Chalra City commemorates the end of the summer with a fireworks festival on the waterfront running from the 26th to the 28th. Chalra City's artisans take great pride in their craft, and they spend months preparing three consecutive nights of elaborate fireworks displays on the waterfront, each more fantastic than the last, leading up to a truly show-stopping finale on the evening of the 28th. The festival is only active at night, but much like the Smoketree Promenade's midsummer event, there are plenty of food stalls and street vendors to occupy people's time before the fireworks go off. Sparklers are a popular toy for children and adults alike!
In Chalra City, the fireworks festival is about more than just tasty food and spectacle — it's an important opportunity for community togetherness and gathering with friends and family. There's an enduring old custom in this part of Atlace of making wishes on fireworks — if you make a wish aloud as a firework goes off, it may come true, and conveniently, the noise of the fireworks drowns out all but shouting. Of course, most people will agree that it's just an old superstition, but sometimes you can hear a murmur of voices intermingled with the deafening pops and cracks, so perhaps some of the Chalra City folk are a little more superstitious than they'll readily admit. Everyone needs a little something to believe in.
And it wouldn't be a true Chalra City summer event without a little competition! On the evening of 27th, the festival holds a spicy food eating contest hosted by the celebrity comedian Wakaba. Contestants will be tasked with eating a variety of hot sauce-coated foods, with the spicy factor increasing with every round; in between rounds, while the contestants take a brief breather, Wakaba asks them a variety of personal questions, most of which inevitably end on a joke. While there is a small cash prize for winning the contest, the real incentive is bragging rights.
BY STARLIGHT
⭐︎ Hope's Prophecy: Thanks to their past life as a diviner for the Oracle, Hope may occasionally receive prophetic dreams that give the Knights a hint about what's to come. Hope did not have a prophetic dream this time around either, but there's always next time!
⭐︎ Hideout Status: The Aquarium has 20 new quartz shrimp in addition to the four goldfish! The massive tanks are still mostly empty, but it's a start.
The Training Room is now accessible! If you were expecting a classic gym experience, think again — rather than conventional workout equipment, the Training Room holds what appear to be a series of arcade machines with a decidedly Hassalean aesthetic. Apparently, this is how the Nova Knights in their past lives honed their skills! There are currently three working arcade-style workout machines in the Star Plus training series: Star Plus Blazer, a target practice game to help hone weapon proficiency; Star Plus Light Catcher, a Whac-a-Mole style game where you bop cute little star-shaped monsters; and Star Plus Beats, a drumming game with two large drums that helps with magic power circulation.
There are more workout machines, but the rest are all out of order...who knows, maybe you'll find a way to repair them someday!
⭐︎ Star Suite: Another Silver-level Star Suite power has been unlocked! The Nova Knights can now use Soul Flash, a Silver-level finishing move that cleanses ordinary people who have been temporarily possessed or changed by the Abyss. The overzealous beachgoers who had drunk Potari Sweet, for instance, would have been cured in an instant by Soul Flash!
Star Suite powers cannot be alone; they must be used in concert with at least one other Nova Knight, and the more Knights who participate, the stronger the attack. It can only be used once per supernova transformation. Characters in eclipse lose access to Star Suite powers for the duration of their eclipse.
⭐︎ Maomao's Garden: If Maomao has made any crucial progress, she hasn't shared it with anyone. Instead, she's just fully taken over the Lab and relocated the entire hydroponics garden there for better study. Trespassers will be hissed at.
⭐︎ Nautis Updates: Late in the evening of the 15th, Nautis informs everyone with unusual gravity that two more of their number have been claimed by the Abyss: Sunbeam and Crescent. As far as she can tell, they're not in one of the more surface-level pockets of the Abyss like the last few Nova Knights, but somewhere deep and as of yet unreachable like Nova Zenith. The Harbingers have gone to great lengths to hide themselves from Nautis, so it'll take time before she can find a way that deep into the Abyss. She urges everyone not to lose heart — their friends aren't dead, only captured, and the Nova Knights are coming for them.
> I know it's hard to think about having fun at a time like this, but...
> I just don't think it's good to dwell too long on what's already happened! You've got to take all that emotion and let it drive you forward! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
> Besides, you know they wouldn't want you giving up at every setback! We'll prove their faith in us and rescue them for sure!
> So you have to make sure to take care of yourselves, OK?
> We've got some of the training machines up and running if you want to feel productive about your emotions ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
> I hear this city's got some great fireworks...I know! You should all go take pictures for me! ^_^
> After all, it's not like I can go myself... Don't you want me to enjoy the fireworks? Don't I deserve to witness beauty too?
> I've been hard at work trying to put together what the Harbingers did to the Three Sisters and everything...
> The Constellation will recover, but yikes, those clowns really did a number on it. What they did was basically sacrilege! Don't they know these are precious artifacts of Hassaleh's Ocean Temple?!
> It really fries my circuits to see those good-for-nothing villainous losers abusing priceless pieces of our history (。•̀ ⤙ •́ 。ꐦ)
> The Constellations' magic was never meant to be used so directly...I don't think they have any idea what they were tampering with.
> Thank the stars they didn't! They could have done much worse than mess with some drinks. We can't let another Constellation fall into the Harbingers' hands again!
> But it seems like they're laying low for the time being... So I think it's time for everyone to take a load off! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
⭐︎ Intel: Although it's still unknown as to how the Harbingers' ship managed to disappear itself from Nautis's sensors, a conversation overheard by Dirk and Reese during their escape strongly suggests that while Mistiluxia clearly has dealings with the Abyss, the other Harbingers may not even know of its existence.
That doesn't mean all is quiet on the Nova Knight front, however. Even though there doesn't appear to be real any Harbinger activity on Earth these two weeks, there is an uptick in drinks monster sightings — more specifically, slushie monsters. While many of the monsters the Nova Knights face are directly summoned by the Harbingers, some, like the drinks monsters, are a byproduct of the Abyss's influence on Earth. So while there may not be a bigger Harbinger plot to foil, these monsters still need defeating! It is really hot out, though...would getting hit by just one frozen slushie attack be all that bad?

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A Restless Interlude
Neos, like Natalia, steadies her heart as she pounds away in the training area. It's one part rubble clearance and one part grim and terrible purpose.
Natalia, like Neos, examines her frustrations on heavy bags and park equipment.
She hears the shouts and the fleeing.
She steadies the bag and runs towards the danger.
1: Like Some Kind of... Secret... Identity... Rider
"O ancient and present beacon, Shine Forth!" It's a call that's been repeated on several videos on sites Chalra citizens frequent, and while no one has captured Neos's identity on film, people have definitely noticed that when trouble arrives, she arrives not long after, on a green cycle that takes any punishment she gives it, whose whole heart sits on her breastplate, a shining emerald awash with color and light.
Neos has, in fact, been seen often enough that people are starting to duplicate her poses. Someone might, in fact, be making a theme song.
a... You know, maybe. Someone should give her a talking-to.
B -- or join in! There's room for one more on that bike, if you don't mind putting your life in her hands.
2. Awash in Oceans and Shrines
As before, with the Dancer, Natalia is making a shrine to the Sisters. Unlike the last one, which is a simple shrine one could stick in, say, the corner of the Training Room, where one could take joy in all forms of motion as a method of worship...
This one's going up in the Library; marked with scales and images of the three sisters, all three dressed as magistrates, all three arguing with one another. Everything is carefully carved out of wood, appearing as Neos makes the individual pieces and joins them.
It's a good thing Maomao's cleared out, huh?
Of course, if you're trying to read...
3: Wild Card?
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Salt-Wound Routine (Daylight)
Natalia goes to town in the school gym on the heavy bag. She knows that she's not actually allowed to do this-- it's not on the lacrosse workout list-- but she needs to do something, dammit. Too many people...
She's already lost too many people.
A vicious kick breaks the chain and sends it crashing to the floor. Her hair still suffers from that terrible impromptu haircut she got less than a week ago.
She's sure making a scene. Maybe ask her something.
2: Lots of leads but no cigar
Despite everything, despite the practice, despite the drain of a schedule on her life, a used cruising motorcycle and a leather jacket feels like it suits Natalia. Especially with Sunbeam and Crescent gone, she doesn't have much reason to not go and spend fuel learning about every district she can, roaring down the road and burning daylight.
But today, she has an extra helmet, and is handing it to someone, probably you. "Wanna take a ride with me?"
3: Cast pearls before the swine
Ivenka's... Changed, recently, in the Verdigris House. More open about her scars, but no less interested in maintaining a conversation or playing games or anything but the past two weeks.
Stranger still, she's shifted to a more obviously butch look, more reminiscent of a military uniform than a costume. When asked, she will say she "felt like a new change. Do you not like it?"
The way she takes up space with calm confidence, it's hard to dispute it's a good change, but...
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"I'd love to. Just, you know, anything and anywhere right now." They try to smile, but they think Natalia's feeling pretty much the same pain and would be able to recognize just how fake it all is. "The further away from all that stuff, the better."
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Still, she opens all the vents on her gear to let the wind handle as much as it can in the sticky August air, and heads off at speed, she's clearly got as much on her mind as Hope does.
For a while, there's nothing that can be heard over the wind and the roar of the engine.
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"I've lived here my whole life and there's so much I feel like I haven't seen," they muse, hopefully loud enough to be heard. It's the first time they've ever been on a motorcycle and it's hard to tell how to regulate their voice, but they're gonna try to have a conversation. "Do you know anywhere nice to just go and talk?"
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For all that, it's not far. Off the road a tick, into a dirt parking lot, the opposite direction from a train station whose line winds over the hills into parts distant.
But. She pulls away her helmet. "From here, short walk to some benches. It's a bit high up."
How... Did she find this?
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"Is this what you've been doing with your summer break?" they ask as they begin walking, just shy of bewildered that Nat's been able to find a place like this at all. It's like Hope has been living in a cave their whole life and is only just starting to see the real sunlight.
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It would be very, very stupid for Hope Carassia to enter a spicy food competition, and especially one that's got a celebrity host and a bit of prestige to it. Unfortunately, they have done exactly that. They make it through the first round reasonably enough, but once they get approached, and almost instantly, by Wakaba in the break, they start realizing that all of this has probably been a bit of a mistake.
("Carassia, huh? Now where have I heard that name before? Don't tell me you're the secret, long-lost daughter of one of the richest men out there!" "Ha ha... no, uh, I get that a lot. I think it's just one of those names that sounds similar." "Well, thanks for clearing it up. I hope it wasn't too much to Car-ask ya!")
Big laugh, attention pivots to another contestant, and Hope ducks off to the side to try to recover from how heavily they're already sweating. It's definitely just because of the spice and not the stress of being recognized in public, which. Should have happened more often by now, they think. They brush their hair out of their face and look out into the crowd, hoping that nobody they know has spotted them.
b. lonely, how do you feel? [fireworks]
The thing about wearing yukatas is that it's really easy to hide any other clothing underneath it. The only giveaway whether someone approaching this person on a hill near the beach is about to meet Hope or Nova Pandora would be those stupid boots that are supposed to help them stand their ground but have only felt like they're weighing Pandora down lately. It's at least a nice-looking yukata, a dark violet to represent the night sky with red and yellow explosions that could pass as flowers to a casual viewer. A big firework goes off, and they mutter a wish under their breath, and once the ringing stops they finally glance over to their side and smile weakly.
"Hey," they start, regardless of who they're actually talking to. It's hard to hold on to hatred or grudges or fears right now with everything they've been through. It shouldn't sound so familiar. "So how are you holding up lately?" they ask, sighing and fixing their companion with a look that says, maybe too loudly, that they're going through it too.
c. it's only me lacking in zeal [for dirk]
@ Pastos, fireworks? I wanna talk.
It's scary, you know? Forcing yourself to see somebody who you've done nothing but embarrass yourself in front of. At best. But if all of Chalra is out at the fireworks festival and Hope went to the trouble of wearing a nice yukata and making themself be social again, and spirits are generally pretty high, then there's not really going to be a better chance.
Hence: The @ in the Nova Knights group chat. The yukata means that they'll be able to hide a lot of their outfit, minus those boots of theirs, and that they can still talk without worrying about exposing their own identity. (They know they have Pastos at a disadvantage on that one. They're trying to pretend he won't also know that.) Idly checking their phone, they're standing next to a stall near a small stone stairway that leads off to a slightly more private area. It's close enough to the excitement that they'll be able to hear the fireworks going off, but at least they'll still be able to talk. Hopefully.
They text the name of the stall over to Pastos in the group chat again and stand there feeling only a little awkward. At least they're not freaking out too loudly about it inside their own head. They did have to spend a moment clenching every muscle in their body and then releasing them all to help manage that stress response, but that's not the point. Hopefully Pastos won't be... Pastos about all of this.
d. bloom together at the end of the line [wildcard]
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Problem is, he has no idea how to do that without coming across as potentially hostile, or at the very least 'extremely likely to be told no,' which is not an outcome he has the personality to deal with right now. Combined with the long, sleep-heavy period of recovery from post-Abyssal exhaustion, he just... hadn't had a chance to figure out the 'initiating' thing.
One would think he'd be glad to have that task taken off his hands.
He's not.
Pandora's invitation is vague to the point of being ominous, and he cannot help but feel like he's being called in to face something extremely unpleasant.
But he'd much sooner take this head on and face it fully, so he makes his way there--out of Super Nova, by foot, because he is under no illusions as to the advantages Pandora does and does not have over him, and is not afraid to make a point of it. And sure, he could theoretically have covered his costume with a men's yukata, but the number of layers that would involve would be obscene. He's more of a jinbei guy, anyway. In black.
He leaves Pandora on read until he's two stalls away, then texts back.
Behind you.
Lil Cal hangs from his shoulders, no more chatty or mobile now than the day Dirk found him.
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Once their shoulders drop, they nod in greeting. "Hey." And then indicate behind him, those stairs, off to where they'd actually wanted to... do all this. "Feels a little dumb to be doing this as Pandora if you're just you," they start, like it's going to make any real difference. Maybe it will. Maybe it's about power dynamics or something. "But I just wanted to talk about... like, everything that I've been doing to you. If you're okay with that." Contrition is an awfully heavy thing to hold. They'd love to put it down.
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For example, Dirk watches them stiffen up in surprise, and wonders if he should feel any kind of guilt about that. He doesn't, but it seems like the kind of thing normal people apologise for. This does not make him apologise, but he does tilt his head slightly in greeting.
He might have continued that with his trademark Sup, but they beat him to the first word--and so instead he stares at them for a couple seconds, silent and unmoving.
When he finds his word--or word, singular--it's not very eloquent.
"What."
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They tighten their hand into a fist, but release it after a second as they breathe out again. "And it's gonna be a lot of apologizing. Just as a spoiler warning. 'Cause I've been going through some shit, and none of that is your fault, and it... and it sucks that I was taking it out on you." They look over Dirk's shoulder again. "So, like, come on. I might chicken out if we have to wait much longer."
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Whether it was or wasn't all him (he wants to think it wasn't--but he also wants to believe it was) doesn't matter because what matters is that there are apoliogies, or disclaimers or disavowals, that he came ready for.
'I was taking out my stuff on you and it wasn't your fault,' however, is so far from what he believed Pandora was ready or able to deliver on, that he's still standing there looking at them like he has the exact same amount of brain cells as Lil Cal.
Or maybe like he's heard what to say and found it wanting, and has now proceeded on to judging them harshly.
They're all kind of the same look, on Dirk.
He does, however, gesture--still wordlessly--with one hand. Lead the way.
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CW sexual language, imagery, and... conspiracy?
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CW accidental misogyny with objectifying imagery
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I've worked this tag over so many times, I don't know if it makes sense any more or not!
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CW hints towards some disordered eating? With a side of control issues? It's fine,
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This time, Pandora needs to be Pandora. This time, for the conversation where it's the Nova Knight who's caused more problems than their actual self, Pandora has to endure the weight of their new identity. They sigh. They've still got on the yukata they've been wearing, though it's hanging slightly open and shows a little bit of their Nova Knight costume underneath it.
Hey Mortis? It's Pandora.
I think we need to talk about a lot of stuff.
Of course, talking about stuff has been the problem to begin with. They really don't know why they expect today to be any different. Under their breath, as a firework goes off in the distance, they whisper a wish for this conversation to not end in disaster. They're still in that little secluded area, the benches almost totally empty as the crowds gather at the stands and under the open sky. A quiet space lit by a couple lampposts under a little bit of tree cover isn't going to be especially popular, and they're grateful for that.
They send Mortis directions to where they're sitting and spend the rest of the time clutching the edge of the bench with both hands, looking up at the sky and repeating their wish in their head.
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It's not as though she's forgotten any of the awkwardness between them, both before and after Pandora's involuntary trip to the Abyss. Of course it must have been an unbelievably scary experience, but whenever Mortis has been around Pandora since then, Pandora has treated her like...she's not sure. It's almost like Pandora has been afraid of her.
But then, Mortis had been avoiding Pandora for a while, too. There had been that discomfort early on, and then the strange guilt after Pandora wound up in the Abyss — but it's not like that was her fault, right? Even if she'd been having uncharitable thoughts of any kind — even if she'd been a perverse kind of relieved — that didn't change the fact that what had happened to Pandora and Glimmer was the Harbingers' fault, not hers.
Still, it's not exactly behavior she's proud of, and if Pandora wants to talk, then sure! Why shouldn't they talk? They're all on the same side, after all. They should clear up all those awkward misunderstandings and work together! That's definitely would Glimmer would do, and whatever Glimmer saw in the Abyss, she didn't treat Mortis any differently afterwards.
Mortis climbs the stairs up to that little area, glancing around with a bright smile. "Wow, how'd you find this spot? It's like we've got our own little VIP area! I bet you can see the fireworks really well from here!"
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"I found it a few weeks ago and I like coming here to think," they say, though seeing it in any hour that doesn't count as the middle of the night is kind of new. "I thought it would be good for us." It's not a great greeting, but it's better than nothing. They're going to remain as Pandora for now, though; sorry, Mortis, it's not personal, but it is really, really scary.
They pat the bench they're sitting on and force themself to look at Mortis for at least a moment. "I don't want to knock you off your feet from how much I have to apologize for." They have so many questions of their own, but they asked Mortis here for a reason. And if they're lucky and this goes well, maybe (maybe) they'll end up in a place where they can actually ask them.
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Come closer, dear — my, what avoidant eyes you have.
But there's nothing wolflike about the way she neatly arranges herself on the proffered seat, carefully smoothing out her clothes, the effect almost uncannily doll-like. She tilts her head and smiles at Pandora.
"Okay! I'm ready."
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backdated to 7/30; closed to maya
Unsurprisingly, Crescent makes a hurried exit once their business is concluded. He can be a little standoffish, sure, but Mortis supposes he's probably running home to make sure Kalim has dinner or something. Despite having just finished beating up a big boss monster, Mortis is somehow still bouncing with energy — perhaps it's the healing effect of the Star Suite power they'd used, but she seems good for another round.
"Whew! That was a close one!" Mortis beams at Glimmer. "But we showed that monster, huh? She was pretty much no match for our teamwork!"
They are standing outside the now-closed Wonder Junction Two-Day Game Rental in the middle of the train station shopping center. This newer, bolder Mortis is, perhaps, not the most discreet child in the world.
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Well, either way—
"You were really on top of your game this time! You did great!" Glimmer is sure to cheer, fists balled up in her excitement.
"We were totally in sync. I bet we'll do even better next time!"
What Good am I?
The news just came down. Harley hadn't spent any real time with Nova Crescent, but the loss still hurts. Nova Sunbeam? That doesn't hurt. No.
IT OBLITERATES.
She likes Sunbeam, a lot. And he's gone, now? Just like that? No apologies for failing him and dropping him into eclipse just like her? The eclipse that almost certainly let the bastards claim him. It isn't even a stretch to point the blame squarely at her own feet, just a slight tug at the muscles, barely there at all. She's been feeling a lot of that, lately. Jack has had her doing shift after shift on the pole, backhooks into fireman into pinwheel into a whirl of light and noise that somehow leaves her feeling more empty than when she started.
Harley has the studio locked. Has for a few days, now. Instead, she's using some of the poles in the back, trying to sharpen up, like Jay asked of her. He's the one who sees her worth. He's the one that knows she's not worth anything. Not yet. She ignores the eye of the florist across the street whenever she passes, and her days pass in a monochromatic smear. Even the recent success with investigation alongside Nova Chroma didn't change anything. Heck, even if she had stayed home, Nova Chroma could have handled it. What was she thinking, back then? Harley isn't even stronger than the newest among them, so what right did she have to try and teach? She settles into another night of dreariness before her next shift, twirling around and around, yet feeling the world still around her. Not even the air wants to touch her.
Re: What Good am I?
She texted the group:
Hey everyone! Nova Vortex isn't responding to my messages and the gymnastics studio where she hangs out has been closed for a while so I'm going to go check it out. If I don't update you in a few hours send backup thx!!!!
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Nova Chroma peers into the windows at the front of the studio, but sees only darkness. The front door is, of course, locked. She contemplates her grappling hook briefly but decides to hold off on property damage for the moment - she likes Harley and the studio, after all, and broken windows are not a great thank-you. Instead, she circles the building, looking for anything suspicious, and eventually comes to a back door where she can see a tiny bit of light peeking out of the windows.
She winds up and gives the door a kick - "HI - YAH!" - which does nothing but rattle it a bit. "Ow." She tries the handle instead, and discovers the door was actually unlocked, which would be kind of embarrassing if anyone had been around to see. Chroma opens it cautiously and calls out "Hello....?"
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Harley falls to the floor with a remarkably unceremonious thud. Yeah, maybe she heard a rattle, but she tuned it out this time, since raccoons are a big thing here in the city. Maybe she normally would have checked it out anyway, but normally good friends don't disappear into an inky morass never to be seen again, so
Harley picked herself up off the floor. Slowly, wobbling as she does. How long has she been at this, that even her smallest muscles are screaming for her to stop? It takes a lot, but she does get herself standing again. How much did Nova Chroma see of her, like this? When she looks up, Chroma is already there, sparkling in the limited light.
"The fuck are you doin' here, kid? Ain't nothin' for ya here." The sooner she realized that there is no one worth a damn here, the sooner she can get back to one of the other, better Nova Knights. Learn something that might keep her from the abyss.
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Chroma hadn't known what to expect, but this wasn't it.
She props her hands on her hips. "Well, I - I mean, my friend - was here last week for classes, but apparently instead of doing your job, I guess you're spending all your time doing... whatever this is." She gestures broadly at the pole, at Harley's skimpy outfit, the dreary stillness of the empty room.
"So now I'm here to check on you, and also find out if something happened to Nova Vortex, because she's also ghosting me."
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Harley full on scoffs at Nova Chroma. For a second, she feels as though she must be possessed by her mother's ghost (her still living mother, but never you mind). It matters not, Harley speaks regardless.
"Nova Vortex?" Harley snarls. "That waste of skin? She ain't here, so if you're one a' her weirdo friends or whatever, ya best look someplace that's got someone who cares. 'Cuz that ain't here." Harley knows it's cruel to use the freely-given knowledge of Chroma's other self against her, but if it gets her out of here, it's worth it.
"Frankly, kid, Nova Vortex ain't gonna be goin' anywhere for a long time." For the first time in a long time, Harley feels the need to cover herself. She scoffs again, this time at herself. She's so weak and useless that she can't even exist without trying to cringe away? Fuck, Jack really is right about her.
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Oh Harley... Mabel isn't a Licensed Therapist
yeah she really isn't but she's doing her best
she's doing pretty damn good
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There for her, like she was for me