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Casey Jackson, of the Star Arcana Casey is currently the first-string pitcher and a regular part of the batting line-up for Reed Academy's baseball team. The fact that she's pitching and batting against males is of no real import, considering that, from a very young age, the girl seemed quite adept at the sport. Unfortunately for her, between some temper issues, overly protective and coddling parents, and a diagnosis that she was "on the spectrum", instead of being called a "prodigy," she was referred to as a "Savant." While she was fine as a student, there was concern that Casey would have issues making friends or dealing with new people, so her parents went out of their way to contact school and ensure that the teachers and other staff knew who Casey was and why she was a special case. It became very awkward when people Casey didn't know or recognize seemed to recognize her and act as though they knew all about her, and walked on eggshells around her, and continued all the way to middle school. However, Reed Academy, being of higher standards, does not believe in making such accommodations for Casey, since they aren't disabled in the traditional sense, and they're trying to get in on athletic scholarship anyway. Her parents were devastated to hear the news, but the young pitcher herself was elated. No more hand-holding, no more weird people who already know who she is, and she still gets to play her favorite sport! This was a golden opportunity to start all over, make friends, and establish an identity that wasn't constantly confused with special needs people. quote:Name: Casey Jackson quote:What is the worst thing Casey has ever done? quote:What is the worst thing Casey can imagine herself doing? quote:What is the worst thing she can imagine someone else doing? quote:What has Casey forgotten? quote:What is the most traumatic thing that has happened to Casey? quote:Which of the Major Arcana best suits Casey? quote:Who is an important figure in Casey's life?  That would be one Luis Zephyr. An aged, upper-class man with a passing affinity for sport, they showed up to one of Casey's Little League games and approached her after the game, asking if the young girl would be interested in pursuing this as a career. She was quite enthusiastic about saying "yes!" and every now and again as the years go by, Mr Zephyr would show up to pull the pitcher aside, congratulate her on her growth and success, and give a nice pep talk before leaving just as quickly as he appeared. In addition, it would seem that Mr Zephyr is at least partially behind why Casey was given the opportunity to enroll in Reed Academy. quote:What does Casey want more than anything in the world? quote:What type of game do you want/can you use Discord? Unknown Quantity fucked around with this message at 23:52 on Jun 24, 2017 |
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Casey Jackson The young pitcher is confused at their surroundings. This is not the grassy training field, nor outer space, nor is it even a giant diamond. Moreover, these aren't her pajamas. This silk is kinda scratchy and uncomfortable. Oh! But there's a magician here. At least, they think it's a magician.Oh! Yeah, they just confirmed themselves to be a magician, she was right, good. But a magician called M? That's weird. Is it part of their act? Do you dial M for Magician? Thoughts keep racing through Casey's head until a rose comes flying at her. Without thinking she catches it and then looks at it. Aren't roses dangerous to throw since they've got thorns? Oh, no, they've trimmed those off, she guesses it's okay then. Not quite realizing the context for why she got a rose thrown at her, but seeing M's expectant expression and the rest of the crowd, she stands up, then kind of shuffles her way up to the stage. Mysterious long-nosed magician M posted:Have we ever met before? "Um...I don't think so? Unless you were Mercuria the Magnificent from my 6th birthday. But Mercuria had a cape with a blue lining, and yours is red, so it probably wasn't you..." She picks up a card. She looks confused at what she drew, and frowns a little at the implications of it, but puts the card in one of the pockets on this suit she's wearing. Mysterious long-nosed magician M posted:How do you get along with the other players and coaches at Reed? "Oh, they, um..." She looks around to see if any of them are there. Finding none, she continues. "It's a little awkward, because we have to have separate locker rooms, so I'm kind of all alone after a game and before practice, but they really appreciate me being there. I get invited to sit with them and the other sports team members at lunch, and while I don't really get a lot of the lingo they're talking about, they try to make me feel welcome as best they can, even if it can get crowded and rowdy at their tables. As for the coaches..." She puts a hand to her chin in a thoughtful expression, trying to figure out how she's going to best express what comes next. After about a solid minute of pondering, she continues. "I'm not sure how I feel about how they want me to play. They've been really emphasizing this signal about 'scaring the batters' by getting real close with my fastball, and sometimes I wonder if they still know it's just a game. I mean, I get that we want to win championships, but that doesn't mean we should be mean about it, right?" Mysterious long-nosed magician M posted:What’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled for an away game? Rural California? Las Vegas? Across the border in Mexico, or Cascadia, or the Heartland State? Or just the other side of town? "Well, in the Little League, we got to State level, but got knocked out of the Regionals because of the rules on pitchers. You see, I could only throw 75 pitches per game, and after 40 pitches you have to start taking days off to rest. Since I kept having to take three or four days off to rest between games, that meant my team would be without me for every other game. We got to face other folks from the rest of the Pacific States, but since we didn't win Regional we couldn't go on to Nationals. I can pitch all I want in the high school leagues though!" Mysterious long-nosed magician M posted:How far do you want your dream to take you? Team captain? Professional leagues? The Greatest Ever? She smiles. Finally, a very easy question! "Oh! I can answer that one real fast! I want to be the in the Baseball Hall of Fame, alongside all of the other greats. I have to make it to the major leagues before then, but if I do real well here, everyone says I could get picked up by a college team! And then once I graduate college and get a major, I go to Majors!" She giggles a bit at the rather shallow humor she just made. "Oh! But, um...I have a question for you now, if I can ask it. Where am I and where's my other stuff? It's pretty important that I don't lose track of anything. I know you said it's a..." she takes several stabs at trying to say the name M gave the place, but continuously fails to do so before sighing. "It's a thingy, but what is this thingy? Where is it in relation to the rest of the city?"
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Casey Jackson Casey is very confused at M's flowery wording. From what she can tell, she's asleep and dreaming all this up, which isn't that too weird all things considered. Also something about how the world's in trouble but she can help save it? Is she a hero on an adventure?! This gets her shaking with excitement. She's equally excited and entertained by the cool magic trick she did with the shadows and the statues and stuff. When it comes time to draw cards again, she eagerly grabs a card from the deck...  ...and draws the same card she drew earlier. She quickly puts it back into the deck and then tries to take another one from a different location. But despite putting the card back in the deck and clearly grabbing a different card, Casey has yet again drawn The Fool. She gives M a worried look. "Uh oh...I think I may have broken your deck, Mrs M. Or your deck might have been broken to start with. It keeps giving me this same card. Is this deck calling me a Fool...A fool with a bag and a cute white..." And then it hits her. Some part of this card's art resonates with her strongly, somehow, now that she's in this place. The fog in her mind starts clearing away and revealing that which had been forgotten. She instinctively clenches her hands as if holding a familiar two-handed object that is only there in her mind. "...I remember now. My parents...weren't always the way they were. I was six years, ten months and four days old, and I was free to go one intersection away from the house to go buy a few snacks with some money I earned for doing extra chores around the house. At the time I still hadn't started playing baseball, but I kept my favorite red bat on me at all times, even when it made having a packpack to put these snacks in awkward to wear. Still, about eight dollars later I had enough things to make my lunch bags super good for the next few days, but when I walked out, I saw it: a cute little white doggy." A smile forms on her face. "It looked so cute, and was really friendly when I went over to it and pet it. It even stood up and licked my face. I think I called it Snowy, 'cuz it's fur was white as snow and it didn't have a name tag. I played with it for a while, then remembered I had to get home before my folks would start looking for me. Snowy started following me home, and I thought I was going to have a new friend around the house. And then..." She has difficulty putting the next sentence into words until she takes a deep breath. "And then...and then Snowy started barking and running down an alley. Since I didn't want to lose Snowy before I even got to see if I could keep him, I chased after him. He was really fast, and kept barking for a while until I started hearing it whining and crying. I turned a corner and...a-and...a-a-and...there was a thing! I don't even know how to describe it, it was a thing with sharp yellow eyes and was all smoky and stuff, and it was trying to eat Snowy. I was scared, really scared. A monster, a real life monster! But I saw how Snowy looked scared and hurting, and I did the only thing that made sense at the time." She forms a weak smile. "I grabbed my bat and charged the thing, swinging at the thing's face as much as I could. I kept hitting it and hitting it and hitting it, with my eyes closed, until I stopped hitting something. When I opened my eyes, there was just a pile of weird gunk. And Snowy, but he was all see-through. I tried to pet him, but he was like a ghost. He seemed happy, though...And when I went home and told my mom and dad about the monster and Snowy, they took it the wrong way, and I wasn't able to leave the house on my own again from then on." She tries to do her best to look fine. "I guess that's why I never get too scared of anything any more! But...Mrs M, why did you make me remember that? It's a really sad story!"
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