Veronica
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A 5'8" young adult with purple eyes and blonde hair. #MVRP #OCRP > https://bsky.app/profile/iconofwrath.bsky.social/post/3l3cimy6mut2e <
Sitting atop @clive.sunder.my's shell in the recess of a cave, her hands on her thighs. The roar of the wind outside was the only noise she could hear, echoing throughout the space endlessly. It'd been a long few months. This world was greener than her own, but still so foreign.
It made sense, at the time. Clarice had a new family. A family that knew how to take care of each other. A brother, a mother. Titles that she never would've had back home. This wasn't their world. It wasn't their turf, not their fight. They were outside of the natural order, and there was more to
Existing. Day after day. Doing the chores. Seeing the same streets. Time felt like it was being accelerated. No one talked to her, so she buried herself in books and tried to forget what happened back home.
I don't know cows. Almost all native animals were extinct in my time.
arlo andazona@vaqueroerrante.bsky.social · 2y agoback in the day, they used t' have these things called cows. you know cows? well, cowboys used t' look after them, 'pparently.
“I've been here too long to still not know why they're called cowboys but ride horses. Or, rode. Why aren't they horse boys?”
There's a commotion going on and she's heading out to investigate.
Our two schools were very different. A lot of knowledge was destroyed or lost over the years...
If only it had only been a few times that I'd had to order Clive to kill another human.
Walking away from the lab with confusion evident in every awkward, half-wandering step as she constantly glanced back at the structure. Wasn't he dead? How was he not dead? Where did he get the arm?
It's not hers. Not truly. This was not her world, nor was it Clarice's. Borrowed, foreign soil. She was a coward, running from the only thing that might save a doomed world. What if Clive was wrong? What if there were more people there to save? And by remaining here, she was abandoning them?
Zan@doomsdaycollector.bsky.social · 2y agoThat’s quite an outlook. She was safe. She had a community. She had a guardian. Did those mean nothing to her?
Was it irony that made him call a social recluse unseemly? That seemed to be the point. To not be seen.
Zan@doomsdaycollector.bsky.social · 2y agoOh dear, becoming a shut in? It’s quite unseemly.
It's been 3 days since she'd been seen in public. Clarice could only think of Percy. She understood. But it left her, as ever, feeling aimless, like a boat drifting in a vast ocean. Clive's regular updates fell on deaf ears.
“Tʜᴇ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ, ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ᴛᴇᴄʜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ." Dr. Tobias Eugene Ryder Cybernetic Scientist & Superhero ♡+ ↻
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Grappling with a fear that she couldn't quite explain until now. With it came a decision that would change everything.