InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I am NOT made of green cheese!"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-18 14:51:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, location: church, npc, open, rorschach

Who: clone!Tonks and OTA
What: First contact
When: Midmorning, Day 8
Where: Out and about in the vicinity of the church
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sensation of birth wasn't a short trip down a narrow slide. It didn't include being smacked on the bottom by a helpful doctor or getting toweled off and then coddled in the arms of some doting mother. No, it was simply the sudden sensation of being and, for this particular clone, it was simply being knee deep in rapidly melting snow. Dark eyes blinked slowly as a mind sluggish with disuse sorted through the mental filing system. She was a female clone by the name of Nymphadora Tonks, though she much preferred to go by just Tonks. She was a witch without a wand though she could still alter her appearance to suit her mood and her needs. She had allies and friends in this place, though none of them who couldn't be fooled.

"Gawdon Bennet! Wow! Amazing! OK?" She exclaimed in pleasure, then stopped and blinked. That didn't quite sound right, but she couldn't quite place just what was wrong. There was supposed to be an accent, right? Oh well. They knew what they were doing when they programmed her. "Bird lime ter get ter drives me bizurke, innit?"

Again, she frowned slightly at the sound of her own voice, but the oddity of it was shrugged away as she ambled through the snow. A quick glance ahead told her that she was heading for the church and she quickly decided that was fair enough; she could start on the outskirts of town and see what happened from there.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

walters_journal
2009-05-21 02:51 am UTC (link)

Indeed, there wasn't much frightening about Rorschach in person. He even appeared a little bit shabby, up close. His true moments of inspiring fear in others came when he was in a dark alley with his vice-like grip crushing someone's fingers while his voice (a grating, rumbling growl that was far bigger than Rorschach's body) demanded answers to frightening questions.

He tilted his head, putting his hands in his pockets and relaxing his posture slightly as Tonks started to yell. This woman was odd, but clearly not someone to be feared, he thought to himself. She was, quite possibly, insane, since her words in person were very different from the way he had seen her speak on journals.

"Babbling, yes," he found himself agreeing, mostly because it was the only part of the sentence he really understood without having to think very carefully about it. "Are definitely babbling."

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -