It's barely a first year essay without and format - really it's more of a script than anything. I hope you read it with all the humor, indignation, and humanity I can muster.

"You strike me as a vodka soda sort of woman when you're working." Liya did as expected, slipping into a slightly happier, more relaxed attitude. From the corner of her eye however... A tall figure, white feathered wings - standing in the doorway to the bar. When she turned to look? ~

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓

🕸️ char Kurt's my biggest, active account so here we go. Fuck racism. Fuck it at all levels. Fuck your weird agendas, fuck trying to use narratives like 'society doesn't care' to hurt minorities, fuck your entire life if you think this is acceptable. You desperately need therapy. ~🔽

"It's not every day a woman meets a great voice. I have a weakness for someone who can get up in front of a crowd. Even bit me in the ass a few times." She'd caught a glance at her contact a few times. His dark hair gave him away. Deep as pitch and unkempt. ~

Neo noir crime nour that's too complicated and dense. Sells really well years later when the genre gets a new Blade Runner movie.

🎭 I will be back on this account tonight or tomorrow! Mondays are hard for meeee

The jaw unhinged. Blue flesh seemed almost to tear on its face to accommodate its maw opening so wide. An unarmored woman, it would have dived at her - maybe to bite her in half. "Persona." A flurry of white and chainmail, colored blue and green with gold trim - a figure with a calm face. ~

Liya's eyes danced with Gabrielle's, her lips slightly parting as she followed. "I was about to offer to buy you one." Seclusion was fine. If anything, it was better. She stood out far more than her contact did, and they could meet up for their exchange any time tonight. And Miss Sideris... ~

“𝚰 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊!”

# ➣ persephone ( poppy ) ৎ୭ დ ✧ t̵h̵i̵s̵ ̵o̵n̵e̵’̵s̵ ̵j̵u̵s̵t̵ ̵f̵o̵r̵ ̵m̵e̵,̵ ̵m̵y̵s̵e̵l̵f̵ ̵a̵n̵d̵ ̵i̵ 𐙚 🝮 🜲

❝𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ❞ ↻+♡

"Mhmm." Her eyes flicked back to the hostess - a carefully manicured smile on her lips. "Special. What a sweet word. Like honeycomb." Reaching up, her fingers pulled Sideris' fingers from her cheek, suddenly seeming like a different person. Matching her flirtatious energy. ~

Just a bit too high to have hit actually, and a little to the left. The bullet was spinning in place a few feet behind the armored woman, as if it were lodged in space but still trying to drill deeper into whatever had been behind her. Green and black fluid leaked from some invisible wound - ~

───*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺🪷༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚─── 💮ㄚǔ Ⱬhé Ⱡíu 💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽ormer⏱ 💮丂orcerer 丂upreme💮 ───*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺🪷༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚─── ♡ + ↻

「 ✦ 𝙺𝙾𝙳𝙾𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 ✦ 」 #cyberpunkrp #nsfwrp #sfwrp

❝𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌❞ 🦋 ⋆ ✧ ★ ☆ ✬ ᯽︎ ✳ ✧ ✦ ⋆ ۝ ❝ 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨❞ 🦋 #blueskyrp #Originalcharacter

Pointing her gun at the [Reader]. "Sorry about this."

Her eyes briefly met Miss Sideris's, but then drifted down to the offered hand. "I'm special, am I?" Her fingers, warm but rough, took the offered hand and pulled it towards her lips. If allowed, she gently kissed the woman's knuckles. "Enchanted." She seemed both charmed and distracted. ~

"Well Nyx, you have some real juice in there. Demonic, a Persona... Whatever you have it should help keep you safe."

"I might be convinced." Schmoozing didn't come natural to her. Not in a long time. She used to be so good with people... Before the first time she'd encountered her Persona. Now she always felt... Split. She was present where she was but she was always somewhere else, too. ~

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﾒ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"You're... Very welcome." "Sorry. I'll take another scotch on the rocks." Brushing some hair from her eyes, Liya felt a bit... Off put by the closeness. Not that this woman wasn't attractive... But the closeness was sudden and unexpected. It made the second voice lurking in her mind chuff. ~

🖤🖤

"I'm gonna $#&@ing kill this Mothman."

"Yes, I'd like th-" The detective paused, tilting her head as the ice shifted in her glass. The voice, hair... The eyes. "Weren't you just singing on stage?" Liya's smile was slight and warm. Welcoming. She rarely wasn't blank faced scowling. Smiles didn't come easy. Not really. ~

A gloved hand took Nyx by the forearm, eyes watching for any other creatures that might dare. "Liya. You can call me Liya. Let's hurry." Releasing her, the pale woman brought up her gun and carefully led them towards the exist.

𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

"A falsehood." A finger moved to her ear, pressing a piece into place. Her controller was sending an update. "Synthetics. They belong to a man named Tatsuzou Sudou. Belonged to him." Before he died. She checked her chamber for clearance before reloading her gun. ~

"Slimes eh...?" Leaning over, she scoped out the article. "Summons. Could be. Someone pulling them there to mess with the value of the property - or to keep the line from being used at specific times." A long sip from her glass, placing a finger to the tip of her chin afterwards as she thought. ~

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★☆𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐☆★ ★☆𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬☆★

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜

🎭| ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 🎭| ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴏ 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 - 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎... 𝙺𝚘𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚐ē𝚖𝚞, 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚘! 𝚃𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚘 𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚞 - 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘 𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚘... 𝙺𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚞 𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒... Content Warning: Violent Imagery.

And Liya felt that enchantment, but did not fall under its sway. She couldn't lose herself, not anymore. Not in a long time... There was something always lurking at the edge of her vision. A shadow presence that kept her from relaxing or sinking away when other people were around. ~

"Huh." "Good work." The subway terminal they were in was otherwise deserted - the people having fled or been infected and turned into these strange molded. "Can you walk? Run? We need to get out of here."

────﹒♡﹒ ──── ❝I might be smug, but I’m still the best! Because I’m doing my best, fall for me 🖤!❞ ────﹒♡﹒ ────

🎭 New account, who dis?

"I am Liya, and they..." ... "They are me, and I am them. It's... complicated." The light of Justice burned inside her, even as the angel of Principality shied from Neith's presence. "I'm... I'm just passing through. Looking for someone."

"... Whoah." She h a d n o t been told he was some sort of werelizard. But telepathy? She understood that - even if she didn't have it. A bit of warm light came from a spot on his baretta as she drew it, holy light produced from her Other Self. She scanned the room as the lights flickered. ~