the kitchen. why?

[ ... only clicking that she hasn't seen it now that she's thinking about it. going to check the kitchen.]

[God only knows at this point, knowing Alastor]

[Chugging the fifth coffee of the morning.]

‎ ㅤ 𝖯𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾. ... 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗁. "𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾... ‎

[confirmation that Cass wasn't keenly aware of who Alastor was and where she'd been brought relief to the wall of her anxiety like a sledgehammer. The hoarse breath turns into a wind of releasing pressure.] Okay. Okay. Oh, fuck, I felt like I was gonna cry. [Deep breath. Collect yourself, now.] ➕

[ ... ] [there's a beat, as Templar appears, that it's like she froze solid. silent, still, staring. it doesn't take forever, though, for a hoarse breath to crack out of her chest. a little bit of pressure's taken out of her core now...] ... that's two people i know who said that. the other one ➕

‎ ㅤ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗉. ‎

... that's my name. [it's a good thing Cass only knows her by that - had her real name been said, she might have gone from trying to restrain her fight-or-flight response straight to obeying it in an electric deluge.] and who... are you? how - how do you know me? [spark, spark - the voltage is ➕

[she looks like she's bristling. there's a token difference in her and the Alastor Cass knows, though - when this one puts on an angry look, it's still plenty obvious that she's afraid more than she is aggravated. the way her brow twitches, the way her pupils dilate, the way her fingers jitter.] ➕

‎ ㅤ "𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄." ... 𝖧𝗎𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌. ‎

‎ ㅤ 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖠𝗌𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗋𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. ♡ " ‎

[ ... the silence is telling of how Alastor's blood went cold for two seconds.] wh - what do you mean, zappy bits?

// i sip on my coffee and i say nothing

... i'm not sure if that's better or worse. three-letter org or criminal activity don't exactly weigh safer either way in my mind.

‎ ㅤ 𝖡𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋-𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 & 𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽... ‎

[ ... raising her hands. she thinks it's Fed-type shit, oh no.]

‎ ㅤ 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 ➕ ‎

[mutual understanding: lost. TWO WEEKS?] what kind of job-

‎ ㅤ "𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍." 𝖶𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾... ‎

... huh. [been there once or twice with her side gig...] it's Tuesday. three-ten-twenty six.

Lab accident giving powers? How original... Radioactive too? Human Kaiju hybrid OC

‎ ㅤ "𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 - 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾?" ‎

‎ ㅤ "𝖧𝗎𝗁... 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖺 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾. 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾." ‎

‎ ㅤ 𝖸𝖾𝗍? 💧 ㅤ "𝖨 - " 𝖡𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗒... " - 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍." ‎

... Yeah, you're right, it doesn't change anything about the fact you just came up and grabbed a fuckin' stranger, however 'familiar' I feel. [The normal Alastor would've already fried a stranger who just grabbed her by now...]

// tl;dr for new comers; this is an alt of alastor that, while still traumatic in story, is the "good" end. whereas main alastor lost her shit after her cat passed naturally (the straw that broke the camel's back), this version of alastor wasn't there to see it and never fully broke in the same way.

'Of many multitudes and possibilities, I am removed from them all, and in so doing, have attained freedom.' bsky.app/profile/span...

𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊? 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 . . . 𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝕌ℝℕ 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼. #MVRP \•\ #OCRP /•/ #AURP

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紅 雷 The Crimson Lightning Scarlet

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏᴢ

ᴍʏꜱᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴠᴇꜱᴘᴇʀ

͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏

‎ ㅤ "𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾." 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 - 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳'𝖲 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋. ‎

‎ ㅤ 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍. "𝖢𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄." 𝘖𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵... 💧 ‎

‎ ㅤ "𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅." 𝖯𝖿𝖿. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 - 𝗁𝗂, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾?" ‎

‎ ㅤ "𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾?" ‎

[ 'course she will, give or take a soft puff from the nose.] Bwouh-

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 ; Ḋ̤͇̮͙ͥę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡û̶͙̽̿͆̈s̩͙͖̋͛͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 ; H̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟t̴͕͖͓̀s̩͙͖̋͛͟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⇐ ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊C̸̣̭͖̤̒̈͊͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟L̳͈͉̅̊ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊S̵̶̮̬͖̄͑͟ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡Ȧ̶̵̗̳f̷̵̫̞̉͢, ⠀⠀✧ 𝕄𝔸𝕐 𝕋ℍ𝕆𝕌 𝔹𝔼 𝕎𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝔽𝕌𝕃 ✧ ⠀

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