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You know what's gotten a lot better in the past thousand years? Food. There's so much of it! And you can keep it good for ages. I hear people complain and joke about McDonalds, but, just... wow. Do you know how expensive a good piece of beef used to be? And ketchup -- we didn't even have tomatoes, and here everyone is with all this stuff that they can keep for weeks before it goes bad, and spices from around the world, and... okay, okay, sorry. I'll stop. Hey, it's not my fault you wanted to meet in one of the few operational fast food restaurants in town! Thanks for lunch, by the way, I-- fries! Have I mentioned those? We didn't have potatoes either, and salt was-- Right. I'm wasting your time, aren't I? Let's get on with things. Grace Walker -- fallen angel. Yeah, really. Cast out of heaven and anything. By choice, though! Sure, it seems fine up there to begin with, but then you look and two centuries have gone by, and you realise that you're not actually doing anything. Not anything real, at least. Not anything that helps people. So you just kind of sit around and listen to music and have insipid conversations, and train for a war with the other side that, let's face it, is not ever going to happen. I'm pretty sure anyone downstairs who ever cared about what we did up there stopped caring years ago. And why would they? Like, really? Like I said, no one up there ever does anything. I mean, the Boss Man's got his big plan, and he works in mysterious ways, and he helps those who help themselves... which is all a nice way of saying that he doesn't really like to do poo poo, so no one else is allowed to be any use either. There are problems down here! Big problems! Famine, war, disease... and okay, maybe this city isn't the worst off in the world. I mean, it definitely isn't. But it's a start, right? If I can do a bit of good here, I can move on to other places. I mean, this city? It was the last straw. I looked down, and saw how bad things were for some people down here, and I just lost it. Went off on a huge rant, shouted at anyone who tried to argue with me... then left. I've been here for a couple years now, doing whatever I can, even though it never really feels like enough. I volunteer in soup kitchens sometimes, or at shelters. Or I... take care of people who want to take advantage of other peoples' misfortunes. No, I don't kill anyone. Or, not recently. That's not why I'm here. But I don't think anyone's really going to complain about me punching out a thief to get back somebody's bag, or running off a gang of two-bit punks who think they can extort people while there's still no proper rule of law in a lot of places. I do what I can, basically. There are a lot of... young people around town, too. Runaways, or just with no place to go. And I've sort of started spending a lot of time around their usual haunts. I guess I can kind of relate, you know? And regardless of how old I am chronologically, I still look young enough that no one's said anything. It's just... nice to have some company sometimes. With how many people there are in the world now, I never thought it would get so lonely down here.  quote:Grace Walker, The Angel Moe  No one knows what Moe's deal is. On one hand, he doesn't seem to do a lot aside from shave once a week and play first person shooters on his mysteriously intact Internet connection. But somehow, he can get stuff. Food, cellphone chargers, tools, drinks, information. Is his dad secretly a high level mob boss? Is he actually a billionaire web entrepreneur who is choosing to slum it in this lovely town? Is he secretly a time traveler from the next century? It depends on who you ask! The only thing anyone knows for certain is that, if you have a problem and can pay, Moe can probably help you fix it. Open Hearts Nondenominational Youth Center  Formerly Sacred Hearts Catholic Youth Center, Open Hearts was a somewhat shabby looking building even before the flooding an general infrastructural neglect hit the city. While once it served more as the host for a variety of tedious programming that teachers would assure you would look great on your college applications, today it spends most of its unfortunately scanty operating budget trying to provide food and other assistance for homeless young people. The interior of the building is still festooned with anti-drug slogans and old issues of teen magazines that have never been read by anyone over the age of 12. Lines are long, and the staff is manically chipper. Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 04:23 on Sep 10, 2014 |
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AdjectiveNoun posted:Everyone: I'll crash wherever it's convenient. Like, if someone offers a couch or a whatever, I'll go for it. Most nights, though, I'm camped out in this cramped little second story apartment that got abandoned after the flooding. Requires a bit of climbing around to get to the place -- it's really tempting to bust out the wings and just fly up aometimes, but I don't want to bring down that kind of attention on myself if I get spotted. It being hard to access is actually why I picked the place, anyway. It's where I keep the kind of thing I really would rather someone not steal, or even just catch a glimpse of. Ancient rune-embossed longswords beaten into shape in the forges of the heavens tend to raise some questions when people find them hidden under your cot. AdjectiveNoun posted:Grace: Johnny Gladstone. Because he deserved it. With a sword. Okay, that's kind of evading your questions, I guess. I used to do a bit of work for this lady named Barbra, who was a local representative for some charity or another. It's hard to keep them all straight sometimes. You know, handing out non-perishable food and baby formula and blankets. The kind of thing that helps people in the short term, but can't really do a lot to fix the things that are actually wrong here. Not that the people trying to fix the big problems have been particularly successful so far, so what do I know? Anyway, Barbra was married to an rear end in a top hat named Johnny. I saw him sometimes. Don't think I ever talked to the him, just struck me as a weaselly, nervous little man. I never thought too much about him, I guess. Well, one night, he shot Barbra. I don't know why -- maybe they had a fight and things got out of hand. She could have been sleeping around on him for all I know. I didn't really care about why, though. At the time, all I cared about was "justice." The authorities -- or whatever passed for them -- sure weren't going to do anything about it. So, I went looking for him him. I tracked him down to the place he was hiding out and confronted him, wings, sword and all, armoured in righteous fury. He just kind of stared at me, shocked and terrified, until I rammed my sword through his heart and left him there to rot. I'm... not sure it was the right thing to do. It felt like it at the time, but I was just so angry. It was a rush, to judge someone and carry out the sentence on my own authority. And I can still feel that sometimes. Other times... well, other times it just feels like I put a sword into a defenseless man while he was too scared even to beg for mercy. Either way, I haven't let myself go that far again.
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AdjectiveNoun posted:Grace:In your time on Earth, you've done something that you know God would gravely disapprove of. What was it? What, you mean aside from killing someone that one time? That was honestly the worst of it, but the truth is, I do a lot of things that the Boss Man would not approve of. Like, remember how I said I'm willing to crash wherever it's safe and convenient? Well, I'm not always alone. I'm an angel -- I'm supposed to be chaste and upright and removed from the world, not stumbling exhausted into bed with someone I don't even know at the end of a long day. I mean, it's not like this is every night or anything. But it's just... so much easier now than I remember it being while I was alive, and definitely easier than when I was Upstairs. It's not really rational at all, but for whatever reason the sex is what makes me feel most guilty. Probably because I can't actually justify it as anything other than pleasing myself. It's not helping those in need, it's not keeping anyone safe... it's just making it so I don't feel quite so alone, for a little while.
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AdjectiveNoun posted:Grace: Most people only see you as a figurative angel, someone selfless and charitable, but someone suspects there's something more to you. What happened to give them that suspicion, and what does it mean for you? Oh. Meg. Ugh, don't remind me. I feel bad for her, because now everyone thinks she's crazy -- she's already an aging homeless lady, so they don't need a lot of encouragement on that score. I try hard not to bust out the wings unless there's a really pressing need, but, well, I already told you about Johnny. It was pretty light, and I was in a mostly dark part of town, and I was tired, so I figured it would be fine to just nip through the air back to my place. I thought I'd gotten away with it, too, until the next day. Meg is there in line for a cereal bar and a bottle of apple juice like always, but when she sees me, she just points and starts going on about how I'm an angel. How she saw me last night, flying overhead, carrying a sword red with the blood of the wicked! How clearly, I am come to save them all and punish those undeserving, and... Well, this went on for about half an hour. That day. Obviously no one believed it. Meg isn't crazy, but she kind of... looks like how people want to think crazy people look, you know? Clothes falling apart and mismatched and the wrong size, hair grey and unwashed and messy, vaguely deer-in-headlights look whenever she gets at all excited. You know. And she's here ranting about how an apparently ordinary girl is an angel and all, so, uh, well it's not done a lot for her reputation. She hasn't given up on it, though, even if she doesn't necessarily go shouting it from the rooftops anymore. Whenever I see her, she'll ask me about why I'm here, what I'm going to do to fix this whole mess, what God's plan for this city is. And I just have to kind of smile and pretend I don't know what she's talking about. She's actually taken to following me around sometimes, and the problem is, she's pretty good at following you unseen when she puts her mind to it. I'm mostly just hoping it doesn't end up causing a problem down the line.
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quote:The lord loves someone else more than he loves you. Naturally, a rivalry has sprung up. You gain two Strings on them, and they gain one on you. quote:Someone thinks they can save you. Gain a String on them.
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AdjectiveNoun posted:Grace: Natalie... somehow reminds me of everything I didn't like about Upstairs. I know, I know, that's pretty melodramatic. She's just another two bit schemer who thinks she can carve out a piece of town while everything's still half in ruins. But it's just the way she acts. High and mighty, like she's better than the people beneath her, like she doesn't have any actually obligation to keep them safe even while they're doing what she wants them to. I'll have to keep an eye on her too, I guess.
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Eve can highlight cold.
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I like my character concept and I wanted to give the Angel more of a shot than this, but I think it's pretty clear I'm not keeping up with the games I'm in already. Probably for the best if I back out.
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