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overbox2021-02-09 09:39 pm
winterthaws) wrote in overbox2021-02-09 09:39 pm
new OC voice test
Winter is from a world that was flung out of its orbit and into the depths of space that a rogue planet that flew through their solar system. Every year, the world gets a little colder. The only survivors live deep underground in excavated cities powered by geothermal vents. Unfortunately geothermal power isn't very strong on this planet, so they needed another source of power.
Their ancestors built a giant city sized supercomputer to solve the problem, and it did by granting them interdimensional travel technology. Those who were capable of making the jump to other universes were able to go there and bring energy back home to keep their cities alive. Unfortunately, they have only found one kind of energy that can survive the jump between universes: Souls.
So Winter and their cohorts travel from world to world, stealing souls from the locals to bring home. It's a dirty job, but its the only thing keeping their home alive.
Or so they thought.
SOME PROMPTS
-1-
Your character is in their home canon world, and things are progressing more or less normally. The only difference is a string of missing person incidents and rumors of strange people in black.
And you just caught two of them in the act! They're fighting! Each is wearing normal clothes, but with some kind of fancy black body suit on underneath them. They also each have a high tech looking gauntlet on one hand which is apparently letting them shoot blasts of energy and create barriers of light and other ridiculous feats.
The fight ends with one of them, the red head, getting the upper hand and managing to actually grab their opponent with the gauntlet. Some kind of light flows from their body into the gauntlet, before they collapse to the ground in a heap.
The body isn't just dead, it's been unpersoned, somehow. You have a hard time imagining that this lump of meat was ever alive, even though you saw it moving just a few seconds ago. There's an impossible to quantify quality that people have that render them more important to each other than mere inorganic matter, and that quality has been sucked out of this...this object.
Winter themself is panting for breath as they fall to their knees over the body, tears in their eyes.
"I never wanted THIS you IDIOT! Why couldn't you just LISTEN to me!?"
-2-
Winter stared suspiciously at the meal in front of them. Standard operating procedure was to not eat any local food if you could possibly avoid it. It could have parasites in it, or diseases, or you could have a fatal allergic reaction! It was just all around safer to rely on MREs from back home. Packed full of life giving nutrients and guaranteed not to give you the shits. Sure, they were a little bland but when you've literally lived on them for your whole life that wasn't really a problem. That's what food was SUPPOSED to taste like.
They were out of MREs, though. They could draw power from the soul battery to sustain themself, but the only way to replenish it was to rip out someone's soul, and that act felt a lot harder to do these days.
That meant relying on local cuisine, unfortunately. They stared at the pile of food, then over at you.
"You're SURE I won't end up with food poisoning from this?"
Their ancestors built a giant city sized supercomputer to solve the problem, and it did by granting them interdimensional travel technology. Those who were capable of making the jump to other universes were able to go there and bring energy back home to keep their cities alive. Unfortunately, they have only found one kind of energy that can survive the jump between universes: Souls.
So Winter and their cohorts travel from world to world, stealing souls from the locals to bring home. It's a dirty job, but its the only thing keeping their home alive.
Or so they thought.
SOME PROMPTS
-1-
Your character is in their home canon world, and things are progressing more or less normally. The only difference is a string of missing person incidents and rumors of strange people in black.
And you just caught two of them in the act! They're fighting! Each is wearing normal clothes, but with some kind of fancy black body suit on underneath them. They also each have a high tech looking gauntlet on one hand which is apparently letting them shoot blasts of energy and create barriers of light and other ridiculous feats.
The fight ends with one of them, the red head, getting the upper hand and managing to actually grab their opponent with the gauntlet. Some kind of light flows from their body into the gauntlet, before they collapse to the ground in a heap.
The body isn't just dead, it's been unpersoned, somehow. You have a hard time imagining that this lump of meat was ever alive, even though you saw it moving just a few seconds ago. There's an impossible to quantify quality that people have that render them more important to each other than mere inorganic matter, and that quality has been sucked out of this...this object.
Winter themself is panting for breath as they fall to their knees over the body, tears in their eyes.
"I never wanted THIS you IDIOT! Why couldn't you just LISTEN to me!?"
-2-
Winter stared suspiciously at the meal in front of them. Standard operating procedure was to not eat any local food if you could possibly avoid it. It could have parasites in it, or diseases, or you could have a fatal allergic reaction! It was just all around safer to rely on MREs from back home. Packed full of life giving nutrients and guaranteed not to give you the shits. Sure, they were a little bland but when you've literally lived on them for your whole life that wasn't really a problem. That's what food was SUPPOSED to taste like.
They were out of MREs, though. They could draw power from the soul battery to sustain themself, but the only way to replenish it was to rip out someone's soul, and that act felt a lot harder to do these days.
That meant relying on local cuisine, unfortunately. They stared at the pile of food, then over at you.
"You're SURE I won't end up with food poisoning from this?"