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maskormenacelogs2017-10-02 08:57 pm
deadtective) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-10-02 08:57 pm
darkness falls across the land
WHO: Hazel & SUPER OPEN
WHERE: Heropa and Maurtia Falls
WHEN: All through the first week of October.
WHAT: New arrival! Acclimating to her unfamiliar surroundings and generally being a pain in the ass.
WARNINGS: Menacing a thief with a sword? I'll edit in if any actual warnings pop up later.
heropa;
[this is not the first time that Hazel's woken up in an unfamiliar location with strange people looming over her, but she has to admit that this is probably the most pleasant of those experiences. her clothes had still been on and the demand of eternal servitude to a dubious cause had been phrased as a polite suggestion, thus making it easy to completely ignore as soon as she was dropped off from the military base.
the nanites were a problem, though. she'd have to see about getting a siphon and a sharp knife once she found somewhere relatively safe and secluded to see if she couldn't do something about that.
the answer to that particular question should've been as obvious as the rest of the data written neatly in her little file, but she was far too paranoid to simply accept that as fact. the last time she'd taken something at face value she'd ended up knee-deep in a swamp looking for a newly turned werewolf. it was far better to do a little investigative work before committing, especially where free things were involved.
and so this is how anyone passing through the government housing area in Heropa might find her with her face pressed up against the windows of various homes. her assignment had designated her new residence as number four, but she wanted to see what the state of the neighbors were as well. a couple nice roommates didn't mean much if the people next door were cult murdering psychos. again.
if she isn't wading through someone's well kept rosebushes in order to spy on the state of their kitchen, you might catch her going through people's garbage cans and mailboxes instead. Hazel appears to show absolutely no shame in any of these actions, meeting anyone who dares glance over at her with a level stare. the suit she's wearing does give her an air of authority...]
maurtia falls;
[it didn't take long to find out from local chatter which of the Porter cities had the seediest reputation, and even less time for Hazel to gravitate right there. what could she say? garbage attracted garbage.
it also attracted trouble. she'd only meant to walk around the city for a while, get a feel for the ugliest dives and maybe ascertain where the easiest spots would be for her to pick up contacts down the line. simple stuff. it was almost akin to sightseeing, low key and discreet and maybe with a nice little trinket purchase at the end as a reward for getting through the whole thing.
unfortunately, fate never really worked out that way.
anyone minding their own business while walking down the street will easily be able to hear the sound of a teenager in great distress wafting from one of the nearby alleyways. if they're justice-inclined or simply curious a quick peek while give them an eyeful of Hazel sitting sedately on the back of said teen, twisting his arm painfully around while she shouts in his ear.]
No, go on, I really wanna know. Where's this firecracker supposed to go if not up your ass?
[between the frightened-looking cat cowering several feet away and the aforementioned pyrotechnic in Hazel's other hand, it's pretty easy to figure out what kicked off this confrontation.]
heropa...again;
[this was a completely new world full of danger and uncertainty, but some things simply never changed. what you did during the month of October was one of them.
Hazel was never one to ignore an obvious sign from the heavens - clearly she'd been given a break from her miserable usual existence in order to finally use her hideous state of being for good and make this the most intense Halloween experience anybody walking by her house had ever lived through. to this end she was browsing through one of the local seasonal stores, packed to the gills with all manner of macabre offerings. her expression is almost comically serious for such a task; it was as if she were shopping for a state luncheon rather than a silly holiday.
nowhere is this more evident than when she realizes that some young boy has got his hands on the last of a particular item that she desperately needs to complete the freshly budding vision she has in mind for her yard. a normal person might simply give up and ask for another to be ordered at the counter, but a normal person also has absolutely nothing to do with the mobile natural disaster that is Hazel Lockwood.
and so she moves over to the boy instead, leaning down to look at him with a genuinely concerned expression on her face.]
Oh my god, did you just pick that up? You know why it's still here, right? It's super cursed.
[the child is young enough to believe such a tale, especially from a source as earnest as this one, and fearfully asks what sort of curse is placed upon it.]
The evil eye's gonna follow you around now until you go crazy. The only way to get rid of it is to carry around a charmed eye of your own. Hang on a sec -
[and without further ado she digs her fingers right into her own eye socket, pulling her eyeball out with a disturbingly organic noise. Hazel holds it out to the horrified child, all smiles.]
Here. That oughta keep you safe.
[his screams as he practically flies away from Hazel and the aisle they're occupying can be heard from nearly every corner of the store.
the culprit, meanwhile, simply chuckles to herself as she pops her eye back into place and leans down to pick up the abandoned decoration. she was supposed to be keeping a low profile...but really, that was completely worth it. all she had to do was not think about the way her vision hadn't wavered at all even with the impairment.]
closed to Josuke because I have faith;
[this was kind of the most boring job in the world, but in a strange way that ended up working for Hazel. she wasn't able to sleep anyway, meaning her nights were basically the same level of boredom whether she was here or at home. this way she was actually being paid to be inattentive and unwelcoming.
even better, this shift was practically as dead as she was. in the few days she'd been here she could still count on one hand the number of times someone had actually come into the convenience store section for any reason. it was quiet in a peaceful sort of way, and she was making impressive progress on all her reading.
tonight, however, could loosely be described as 'hopping'. two whole people were browsing around at the same time for whatever a human being could possibly need at this hour. she's not really paying much attention - at least not until one of them approaches the register and pulls a gun on her.
Hazel can't see what aisle the other guy's wandered off to, but it doesn't really matter. he doesn't seem to be involved and even with the products partially muffling things the gift of their conversation still carried through the entire store. from the sound of things, it seemed that she was less than impressed by this turn of events.
things are tense enough as it is - until suddenly the robber begins shouting in alarm. if the only uninvolved party decides to choose now to rush to the front of the store, he'll find himself just in time to catch sight of Hazel leaping over the counter with a very wicked-looking sword in her hand, making to pursue the hastily retreating miscreant.
uh, ok.]
WHERE: Heropa and Maurtia Falls
WHEN: All through the first week of October.
WHAT: New arrival! Acclimating to her unfamiliar surroundings and generally being a pain in the ass.
WARNINGS: Menacing a thief with a sword? I'll edit in if any actual warnings pop up later.
heropa;
[this is not the first time that Hazel's woken up in an unfamiliar location with strange people looming over her, but she has to admit that this is probably the most pleasant of those experiences. her clothes had still been on and the demand of eternal servitude to a dubious cause had been phrased as a polite suggestion, thus making it easy to completely ignore as soon as she was dropped off from the military base.
the nanites were a problem, though. she'd have to see about getting a siphon and a sharp knife once she found somewhere relatively safe and secluded to see if she couldn't do something about that.
the answer to that particular question should've been as obvious as the rest of the data written neatly in her little file, but she was far too paranoid to simply accept that as fact. the last time she'd taken something at face value she'd ended up knee-deep in a swamp looking for a newly turned werewolf. it was far better to do a little investigative work before committing, especially where free things were involved.
and so this is how anyone passing through the government housing area in Heropa might find her with her face pressed up against the windows of various homes. her assignment had designated her new residence as number four, but she wanted to see what the state of the neighbors were as well. a couple nice roommates didn't mean much if the people next door were cult murdering psychos. again.
if she isn't wading through someone's well kept rosebushes in order to spy on the state of their kitchen, you might catch her going through people's garbage cans and mailboxes instead. Hazel appears to show absolutely no shame in any of these actions, meeting anyone who dares glance over at her with a level stare. the suit she's wearing does give her an air of authority...]
maurtia falls;
[it didn't take long to find out from local chatter which of the Porter cities had the seediest reputation, and even less time for Hazel to gravitate right there. what could she say? garbage attracted garbage.
it also attracted trouble. she'd only meant to walk around the city for a while, get a feel for the ugliest dives and maybe ascertain where the easiest spots would be for her to pick up contacts down the line. simple stuff. it was almost akin to sightseeing, low key and discreet and maybe with a nice little trinket purchase at the end as a reward for getting through the whole thing.
unfortunately, fate never really worked out that way.
anyone minding their own business while walking down the street will easily be able to hear the sound of a teenager in great distress wafting from one of the nearby alleyways. if they're justice-inclined or simply curious a quick peek while give them an eyeful of Hazel sitting sedately on the back of said teen, twisting his arm painfully around while she shouts in his ear.]
No, go on, I really wanna know. Where's this firecracker supposed to go if not up your ass?
[between the frightened-looking cat cowering several feet away and the aforementioned pyrotechnic in Hazel's other hand, it's pretty easy to figure out what kicked off this confrontation.]
heropa...again;
[this was a completely new world full of danger and uncertainty, but some things simply never changed. what you did during the month of October was one of them.
Hazel was never one to ignore an obvious sign from the heavens - clearly she'd been given a break from her miserable usual existence in order to finally use her hideous state of being for good and make this the most intense Halloween experience anybody walking by her house had ever lived through. to this end she was browsing through one of the local seasonal stores, packed to the gills with all manner of macabre offerings. her expression is almost comically serious for such a task; it was as if she were shopping for a state luncheon rather than a silly holiday.
nowhere is this more evident than when she realizes that some young boy has got his hands on the last of a particular item that she desperately needs to complete the freshly budding vision she has in mind for her yard. a normal person might simply give up and ask for another to be ordered at the counter, but a normal person also has absolutely nothing to do with the mobile natural disaster that is Hazel Lockwood.
and so she moves over to the boy instead, leaning down to look at him with a genuinely concerned expression on her face.]
Oh my god, did you just pick that up? You know why it's still here, right? It's super cursed.
[the child is young enough to believe such a tale, especially from a source as earnest as this one, and fearfully asks what sort of curse is placed upon it.]
The evil eye's gonna follow you around now until you go crazy. The only way to get rid of it is to carry around a charmed eye of your own. Hang on a sec -
[and without further ado she digs her fingers right into her own eye socket, pulling her eyeball out with a disturbingly organic noise. Hazel holds it out to the horrified child, all smiles.]
Here. That oughta keep you safe.
[his screams as he practically flies away from Hazel and the aisle they're occupying can be heard from nearly every corner of the store.
the culprit, meanwhile, simply chuckles to herself as she pops her eye back into place and leans down to pick up the abandoned decoration. she was supposed to be keeping a low profile...but really, that was completely worth it. all she had to do was not think about the way her vision hadn't wavered at all even with the impairment.]
closed to Josuke because I have faith;
[this was kind of the most boring job in the world, but in a strange way that ended up working for Hazel. she wasn't able to sleep anyway, meaning her nights were basically the same level of boredom whether she was here or at home. this way she was actually being paid to be inattentive and unwelcoming.
even better, this shift was practically as dead as she was. in the few days she'd been here she could still count on one hand the number of times someone had actually come into the convenience store section for any reason. it was quiet in a peaceful sort of way, and she was making impressive progress on all her reading.
tonight, however, could loosely be described as 'hopping'. two whole people were browsing around at the same time for whatever a human being could possibly need at this hour. she's not really paying much attention - at least not until one of them approaches the register and pulls a gun on her.
Hazel can't see what aisle the other guy's wandered off to, but it doesn't really matter. he doesn't seem to be involved and even with the products partially muffling things the gift of their conversation still carried through the entire store. from the sound of things, it seemed that she was less than impressed by this turn of events.
things are tense enough as it is - until suddenly the robber begins shouting in alarm. if the only uninvolved party decides to choose now to rush to the front of the store, he'll find himself just in time to catch sight of Hazel leaping over the counter with a very wicked-looking sword in her hand, making to pursue the hastily retreating miscreant.
uh, ok.]
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[also TALK ABOUT HER WEIGHT ONE MORE TIME BUDDY SHE DARES YOU]
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[ "meet you again" rather, but that must go unsaid. ]
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Yeah, I bet. Just remember that I don't do going back on promises; you don't get to slam the door shut when I show up.
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[but at least he seemed to be pretty decent at getting a good read on people - or Hazel just looked that unhinged. either way, she lets him go with a jaunty wave, already heading over to his next door neighbor's garbage.
well, she did say no promises.]