[It was a shed virtually identical to those around it. Grimy and run-down on account of Carcass monsters not having the faculties to care about things like upkeep, it would have likely would have been hardly worth a second glance under normal circumstances.
[But this was different. The shed itself was just one of many on the outskirts of Krat, a lightbulb flickering weakly from what power it could draw from damaged electrical lines. But lying there, on the ground and only groggily starting to wake up, was a girl.]
... mhnnngh.
[For Chopt, it was the lightbulb that stood out. She was no stranger to dilapidated shelters herself, but it'd been... how long since she'd seen one? Did Yharnam have electrical lighting? She couldn't even remember, and it hadn't been a major concern for her at the time considering all the beasts, and worse, she'd been having to deal with. But she knew this wasn't the Lands Between anymore, not in the slightest... and a quick check of her person came up with no sign of Grace, no guidance on where to go or what to do. She could've almost tried blowing off her adventures there as a dream... but Chopt knew the power of dreams all too well, and moreover, checking for burn scars on her body quickly bore results.]
Someplace new, then...
(Longish post, just trying to set the scene for Chopt here in doing so. Subsequent posts would definitely be shorter, and closer to whatever you're comfortable with.)
i am so sorry this game has consumed all my rp time
[ there's sounds of a small scuffle coming from somewhere, outside. and above. the gurgling, sputtering of carcass monsters chasing after something - someone. the sounds of a heavy blunt object being swung about, crushing skulls and squishy ribcages. sounds like someone is quick on their feet, hopping about from one dilapidated shed rooftop to another. another swing, another crush. a heavy thud. and--
very suddenly, a loud crack.
just as suddenly, there's a dozen pieces of rotted wood that come tumbling down to the ground, splintered and snapped in half from a little too much weight they just couldn't manage. another, much heavier thud follows when a large metal object plummets to the floor, then shortly followed by that very someone that had been making all of those swinging and crushing noises barely a minute ago. a boy, in a dark blue coat and short, messy dark hair. he lands ... mostly gracefully, braced for the impact on one knee and one metal arm, but a moment later he's toppled back onto his backside for a breather. he looks up at the newly formed hole in the ceiling. dammit. he was just up there.
he doesn't immediately notice present company. he simply huffs in frustration, and pulls himself back up to his feet, reaching to grab and hoist up what appears to be a comically oversized pipe wrench over his shoulder. and then he turns ... oh. oh, there's someone here. oh.
sheepish. he points a metal finger upwards. ] The roof broke.
Hey, it's a great game. No shame in getting sucked into it.
[Chopt is no stranger to the sounds of battle. Usually because she's in the middle of it, but sometimes she's just a third party stumbling on it. Kinda a microcosm of her whole adventuring experience.
[So she braced herself. The guttural sounds ringing out were far more likely to be anything other than just an ordinary person wielding a weapon... and whoever or whatever the other party was certainly sounded like they were more than capable of matching them.
[And then he fell down through the roof. And for all of a moment the girl stayed poised to run or take evasion if he proved hostile, but instead...
[Okay, yeah. In spite of that big wrench he wasn't just arbitrarily attacking her.]
I guess so. Not my house though, if you'd believe it. I just... woke up here with no memory of how this all happened.
[Awkward admission? Yeah, but considering the general atmosphere that seemed appropriate, and Chopt had no interest in dodging around that question.]
finished it this weekend and i am full of feelings
[ apprehensive. at first. just in case. sometimes, the humans he encounters seem calm and non-threatening at first. it can change pretty quickly. he keeps a tight grip on his weapon, just in case. even the smallest and most innocent looking people can turn on him quick if he does something he shouldn't, if he says the wrong thing. who knows? someone could be pissed at him for destroying their roof.
doesn't seem like it here, though. if what she's saying is true. which. it could be. he knows what it's like. waking up without memory, in a strange and unfamiliar place. just knowing that there's somewhere you have to be. somewhere you have to go. someone you have to help.
"Huh? She just woke up here, of all places? Man, how does that even happen?"
the boy looks over his shoulder, at the lantern on his belt. glowing a bright golden light. he shrugs. he turns back to the girl. ]
It's not safe here.
Top 3 Soulslikes for me along with Elden Ring and Dark Souls 2
[In spite of her awkward confession, Chopt is being cautious here too. But it's Pinnochio's off-hand that she's focusing on more. Gauntlet or prosthetic... she's had an all-too-recent encounter with a certified wrecking machine with an arm like that, and oftentimes reminders of past battles were things worth keeping in mind.
The second voice, and Pinnochio looking over his shoulder is odd to say the least, but then with the warning that follows, Chopt makes a call on what to prioritize.]
I figured as much. It being dangerous, I mean...
But... where's "here"?
[She braces a little saying that. It's never been an easy question to ask.]
[ she's staring at him. hmm. determining his humanity, his lack thereof? his grip tightens on his weapon's hilt. just because she doesn't immediately appear to have a weapon on hand doesn't mean there isn't anything hidden nearby and within reach. distrusting others, distrusting humans, is what's helped him get this far. he can't afford to let his guard down.
his metal arm spasms, jerks, sparks at the elbow joint. it's painted a faded, fiery red, with a small bird motif at the forearm. hmm. if she doesn't truly know where she is ... if she's here defenseless after all, that could pose a problem. he doesn't want to be surprise attacked, but more than that, he doesn't want harm to come to someone innocent. ]
Moonlight Town. [ he gestures towards the door, ramshackled and barely held together as it is. ] The Cathedral isn't far. [ "Though, uh, it might not be any safer than it is here." ]
[That spark didn't go unnoticed. An electronic arm? Cybernetics? The presence of a light fixture meant the sky was the limits here; and definitely something more advanced in a contemporary sense than Yharnam at least. And she honestly couldn't blame the boy for being on guard either... all too often she's on the opposite sides of these sorts of interactions.
["Moonlight Town". That's definitely a new name to her, even if the moon itself has factored so extensively into things. And the Cathedral was... supposed to be someplace save? Or maybe not...? Either way, the answer told her a lot because she didn't understand the answer at all.
[But then there was the boy's own question, and Chopt's introspection gets put on hold for a fary different search of her being, her hands going through what few pockets and even her very mind tried to call on any material possessions she might have on her even if they were hidden by other means; means connected to the very nature of her Soul. But alas...]
... no...
[Her attention had drifted away from Pinnochio while searching herself, but she turns back to him, and gives an apologetic shake of her head.]
No I... thinks this is just it for me. Until I find something for me it'd be just a lot of running, hiding, and roughing it. If you had something like a sword or a knife, that could help, but...
[[A step back and she balls her hands up into fists, throwing out a few jabs, more to test how her body feels than as some sort of exhibition. Her muscles still feel loose, ready, like it'd only been hours since her brawl with Hoarah Loux that had devolved into a bitter fistfight after armor and blades had failed them both. How hard she could hit whatever the boy had been fighting though? Well that'd be a different matter. She gives Pinocchio a bit more of a reassuring smile.]
I've managed with just my fists before. Not pretty but it's gotten the job done when I needed it to.
[ ooc; hey friend! i apologize for the super long delay here. def don't feel pressured to tag back if you're not feeling it anymore, no hard feelings ♥ ]
[ unarmed. okay. that ... is bound to pose a problem later.
good that she knows how to fight, at least. he watches her movements, and it's clear she's been down this road before, so to speak. they don't exactly have time for training or sparring. and he doesn't think he'd be that good a teacher, especially in these circumstances. monsters lurking around every corner, just waiting to burst through a door or leap from the ledge to launch a surprise attack. they need to both be ready, if they're going to make this trek to the cathedral together.
hmm.
the boy glances at his weapon. it's heavy. slows him down, but packs a punch. and, if he's being honest, a personal favourite. he looks at his legion arm. won't be of much use detached. hmm. he pats the back of his belt, he should have ... ah-hah. ]
It's not much. [ he holds the dagger out, handle first. ] Should have something, at least.
(OOC: Just happy to see you're back. Hope things are going okay for you.)
[Chopt eyes that dagger with a look of... bemusement. Like somehow her new friend stumbled his way into some inside joke. Only this case it was just... she really did end up falling back on daggers often, didn't she?]
This should work. Thank you.
[She accepts the weapon with a smile and a nod, letting it rest in her hand for a few moments to grow accustomed to the weight. No chance it was made of Siderite, unfortunately, but if it had then P would probably think she's a weirdo for up and spontaneously laughing apropos of nothing. But a few moments are all she needs to know, and her grip tightens.]
This will... definitely work.
[The dagger swishes through the air a few times, Chopt doing what she could to stir back the old muscle memory from her time as the Hunter of Hunters.]
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Hypothetical "canon" first meeting of P and a veteran Souls PCOC | Set during Chapter IV
[But this was different. The shed itself was just one of many on the outskirts of Krat, a lightbulb flickering weakly from what power it could draw from damaged electrical lines. But lying there, on the ground and only groggily starting to wake up, was a girl.]
... mhnnngh.
[For Chopt, it was the lightbulb that stood out. She was no stranger to dilapidated shelters herself, but it'd been... how long since she'd seen one? Did Yharnam have electrical lighting? She couldn't even remember, and it hadn't been a major concern for her at the time considering all the beasts, and worse, she'd been having to deal with. But she knew this wasn't the Lands Between anymore, not in the slightest... and a quick check of her person came up with no sign of Grace, no guidance on where to go or what to do. She could've almost tried blowing off her adventures there as a dream... but Chopt knew the power of dreams all too well, and moreover, checking for burn scars on her body quickly bore results.]
Someplace new, then...
(Longish post, just trying to set the scene for Chopt here in doing so. Subsequent posts would definitely be shorter, and closer to whatever you're comfortable with.)
i am so sorry this game has consumed all my rp time
very suddenly, a loud crack.
just as suddenly, there's a dozen pieces of rotted wood that come tumbling down to the ground, splintered and snapped in half from a little too much weight they just couldn't manage. another, much heavier thud follows when a large metal object plummets to the floor, then shortly followed by that very someone that had been making all of those swinging and crushing noises barely a minute ago. a boy, in a dark blue coat and short, messy dark hair. he lands ... mostly gracefully, braced for the impact on one knee and one metal arm, but a moment later he's toppled back onto his backside for a breather. he looks up at the newly formed hole in the ceiling. dammit. he was just up there.
he doesn't immediately notice present company. he simply huffs in frustration, and pulls himself back up to his feet, reaching to grab and hoist up what appears to be a comically oversized pipe wrench over his shoulder. and then he turns ... oh. oh, there's someone here. oh.
sheepish. he points a metal finger upwards. ] The roof broke.
Hey, it's a great game. No shame in getting sucked into it.
[So she braced herself. The guttural sounds ringing out were far more likely to be anything other than just an ordinary person wielding a weapon... and whoever or whatever the other party was certainly sounded like they were more than capable of matching them.
[And then he fell down through the roof. And for all of a moment the girl stayed poised to run or take evasion if he proved hostile, but instead...
[Okay, yeah. In spite of that big wrench he wasn't just arbitrarily attacking her.]
I guess so. Not my house though, if you'd believe it. I just... woke up here with no memory of how this all happened.
[Awkward admission? Yeah, but considering the general atmosphere that seemed appropriate, and Chopt had no interest in dodging around that question.]
finished it this weekend and i am full of feelings
doesn't seem like it here, though. if what she's saying is true. which. it could be. he knows what it's like. waking up without memory, in a strange and unfamiliar place. just knowing that there's somewhere you have to be. somewhere you have to go. someone you have to help.
"Huh? She just woke up here, of all places? Man, how does that even happen?"
the boy looks over his shoulder, at the lantern on his belt. glowing a bright golden light. he shrugs. he turns back to the girl. ]
It's not safe here.
Top 3 Soulslikes for me along with Elden Ring and Dark Souls 2
The second voice, and Pinnochio looking over his shoulder is odd to say the least, but then with the warning that follows, Chopt makes a call on what to prioritize.]
I figured as much. It being dangerous, I mean...
But... where's "here"?
[She braces a little saying that. It's never been an easy question to ask.]
10/10 goty pet catte
his metal arm spasms, jerks, sparks at the elbow joint. it's painted a faded, fiery red, with a small bird motif at the forearm. hmm. if she doesn't truly know where she is ... if she's here defenseless after all, that could pose a problem. he doesn't want to be surprise attacked, but more than that, he doesn't want harm to come to someone innocent. ]
Moonlight Town. [ he gestures towards the door, ramshackled and barely held together as it is. ] The Cathedral isn't far. [ "Though, uh, it might not be any safer than it is here." ]
You armed?
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["Moonlight Town". That's definitely a new name to her, even if the moon itself has factored so extensively into things. And the Cathedral was... supposed to be someplace save? Or maybe not...? Either way, the answer told her a lot because she didn't understand the answer at all.
[But then there was the boy's own question, and Chopt's introspection gets put on hold for a fary different search of her being, her hands going through what few pockets and even her very mind tried to call on any material possessions she might have on her even if they were hidden by other means; means connected to the very nature of her Soul. But alas...]
... no...
[Her attention had drifted away from Pinnochio while searching herself, but she turns back to him, and gives an apologetic shake of her head.]
No I... thinks this is just it for me. Until I find something for me it'd be just a lot of running, hiding, and roughing it. If you had something like a sword or a knife, that could help, but...
[[A step back and she balls her hands up into fists, throwing out a few jabs, more to test how her body feels than as some sort of exhibition. Her muscles still feel loose, ready, like it'd only been hours since her brawl with Hoarah Loux that had devolved into a bitter fistfight after armor and blades had failed them both. How hard she could hit whatever the boy had been fighting though? Well that'd be a different matter. She gives Pinocchio a bit more of a reassuring smile.]
I've managed with just my fists before. Not pretty but it's gotten the job done when I needed it to.
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[ unarmed. okay. that ... is bound to pose a problem later.
good that she knows how to fight, at least. he watches her movements, and it's clear she's been down this road before, so to speak. they don't exactly have time for training or sparring. and he doesn't think he'd be that good a teacher, especially in these circumstances. monsters lurking around every corner, just waiting to burst through a door or leap from the ledge to launch a surprise attack. they need to both be ready, if they're going to make this trek to the cathedral together.
hmm.
the boy glances at his weapon. it's heavy. slows him down, but packs a punch. and, if he's being honest, a personal favourite. he looks at his legion arm. won't be of much use detached. hmm. he pats the back of his belt, he should have ... ah-hah. ]
It's not much. [ he holds the dagger out, handle first. ] Should have something, at least.
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[Chopt eyes that dagger with a look of... bemusement. Like somehow her new friend stumbled his way into some inside joke. Only this case it was just... she really did end up falling back on daggers often, didn't she?]
This should work. Thank you.
[She accepts the weapon with a smile and a nod, letting it rest in her hand for a few moments to grow accustomed to the weight. No chance it was made of Siderite, unfortunately, but if it had then P would probably think she's a weirdo for up and spontaneously laughing apropos of nothing. But a few moments are all she needs to know, and her grip tightens.]
This will... definitely work.
[The dagger swishes through the air a few times, Chopt doing what she could to stir back the old muscle memory from her time as the Hunter of Hunters.]