[Despite the ongoing exhaustion, Beau knows how to keep herself going when everything feels like shit. She's still been trying to do research, figure out what the hell is going on with this place, but it's terribly difficult when her face becomes literally planted in the book more often than not as of late. Sure, people have been doing some weird things to stay awake, but naturally Beau has her own ideas.
You can find her around ADI or even out at the park or outside, a book on the ground, and her doing a surprisingly stable handstand as she reads. Sure, it's a little hard to turn the page, but she's absolutely not going to fall asleep like this. For sure not. After all...
Well, you're very likely to see the results of this, where her eyes eventually flutter closed, she stays still for a few moments, and then collapses into a heap-- only to leap up again screaming.]
Son of a bitch!
[Maybe this plan isn't working as well as she wants it to.]
ii. ['till the sun is in the sky] cw: fire, explosions, blood, death
[As is the start of every terrible story, everything at first is just fine. You might be imagining a normal day at ADI, or out and about, time turning like it always seemingly does.
Until, of course, the explosions start.
Suddenly, a building nearby bursts into flames, sending debris and flaming pieces as if a bomb was dropped on it. People start screaming and running as another building goes off, the fire quickly spreading from place-to-place as rubble falls and chaos erupts. If you follow the flow of the crowd, it seems to be heading towards a building at the end of the street- a large church, the stained glass windows at the front remaining untouched for now, offering some kind of haven among the chaos. But this lasts only moments-- once you're close enough to think that perhaps you'd be safe inside, the windows burst and shatter forward, and a figure walks out of the broken doors with a brandished sword.
And finally, as the crowd parts, only one person remains- Beau, standing before the other woman, armed with nothing but her fists. For once, she actually looks scared, and doesn't seem to notice what's around her.]
Come on, come on, Yasha-- snap out of it! You can do it, you did it once, just-- stop!
[The other woman is stepping towards her with intent, sword brandished and at the ready. It might behoove you to help-- after all, if she takes down Beau, you're most certainly next.]
iii. [when the blazing sun is gone]
[The plan for this party was to get wildly shitfaced and have a good time after all the fuckery that had been going down. She's dressed very unlike herself tonight, hair let down hiding the undercut and a flowery dress so she can get some use out of her mocking, flirty 'Tracey' persona. But that lasts as long as everything is fine, and surprise, things stop being fine pretty damn quickly.
That said, this means that for her, it's time to throw down. If you're still normal, you might suddenly see a girl come flying in out of nowhere and suckerpunch whatever was most recently terrorizing you in the jaw. If you are the monster, well-- they might not be empowered here, but that doesn't mean a trained monk can't throw a punch. Either way, she's abandoned her shoes and is yelling about it.]
Hey! Get it together, fuck!
[OOC: I know I'm wildly late so I kept my prompts light BUT hit me up at cancerously or on discord at cancerously#6043 if you want to do one of the other prompts or something else!]
beauregard lionett | critical role | ota, will match format
[Despite the ongoing exhaustion, Beau knows how to keep herself going when everything feels like shit. She's still been trying to do research, figure out what the hell is going on with this place, but it's terribly difficult when her face becomes literally planted in the book more often than not as of late. Sure, people have been doing some weird things to stay awake, but naturally Beau has her own ideas.
You can find her around ADI or even out at the park or outside, a book on the ground, and her doing a surprisingly stable handstand as she reads. Sure, it's a little hard to turn the page, but she's absolutely not going to fall asleep like this. For sure not. After all...
Well, you're very likely to see the results of this, where her eyes eventually flutter closed, she stays still for a few moments, and then collapses into a heap-- only to leap up again screaming.]
Son of a bitch!
[Maybe this plan isn't working as well as she wants it to.]
ii. ['till the sun is in the sky]
cw: fire, explosions, blood, death
[As is the start of every terrible story, everything at first is just fine. You might be imagining a normal day at ADI, or out and about, time turning like it always seemingly does.
Until, of course, the explosions start.
Suddenly, a building nearby bursts into flames, sending debris and flaming pieces as if a bomb was dropped on it. People start screaming and running as another building goes off, the fire quickly spreading from place-to-place as rubble falls and chaos erupts. If you follow the flow of the crowd, it seems to be heading towards a building at the end of the street- a large church, the stained glass windows at the front remaining untouched for now, offering some kind of haven among the chaos. But this lasts only moments-- once you're close enough to think that perhaps you'd be safe inside, the windows burst and shatter forward, and a figure walks out of the broken doors with a brandished sword.
And finally, as the crowd parts, only one person remains- Beau, standing before the other woman, armed with nothing but her fists. For once, she actually looks scared, and doesn't seem to notice what's around her.]
Come on, come on, Yasha-- snap out of it! You can do it, you did it once, just-- stop!
[The other woman is stepping towards her with intent, sword brandished and at the ready. It might behoove you to help-- after all, if she takes down Beau, you're most certainly next.]
iii. [when the blazing sun is gone]
[The plan for this party was to get wildly shitfaced and have a good time after all the fuckery that had been going down. She's dressed very unlike herself tonight, hair let down hiding the undercut and a flowery dress so she can get some use out of her mocking, flirty 'Tracey' persona. But that lasts as long as everything is fine, and surprise, things stop being fine pretty damn quickly.
That said, this means that for her, it's time to throw down. If you're still normal, you might suddenly see a girl come flying in out of nowhere and suckerpunch whatever was most recently terrorizing you in the jaw. If you are the monster, well-- they might not be empowered here, but that doesn't mean a trained monk can't throw a punch. Either way, she's abandoned her shoes and is yelling about it.]
Hey! Get it together, fuck!
[OOC: I know I'm wildly late so I kept my prompts light BUT hit me up at