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@arielle i know ur almost done rereading the 40+ light novels so here u go
i finished the last volume yesterday... so now i'm gonna start writing stuff. i already made the outline on discord. let's hurry and get this done bc i think we have people waiting 2 edge into our plotters now LMAO. use this as u like, i don't particularly care. cx

ABILITY SECTION OUTLINE:
- brief explanation of what an esper is and how they function (gotta explain the mathematical calculations eww)
- brief explanation of what a LEVEL 5 esper is and why they're so special / why they're typically batshit insane and come with a sack of mental issues (elaborate on why they're sociopathic mass murderers *cough*accelerator*cough* at their worst and mildly eccentric [but still prone to violence] *cough*misaka*cough* at best)
- explanation of the electromaster type esper, followed by a detailed explanation of misaka's ability and how it works
- applications of her ability / list feats (and goddamn is there A LOT)

FREEFORM OUTLINE:
- tbvh it's most likely gonna be her scary inner musings from new testament volume 16 when her sanity's hanging by a thread
- alternatively i could do mulling over the current situation in new testament volume 18
- i thought about rewriting the entire world war iii arc from her perspective (old testament volumes 20-22??) but then i'd die as i try to go back and cover literally everything so really i ought to scrap this idea entirely
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"speech" 'thought' text
tw: injury, blood

Grimy and covered in mud as she was, there was something about the little girl that suggested a different life once. Not that Cleo cared to remember the life she had run away from, her decision was final, and looking back was not an option. Though she had a young face, her height gave away that her age was older than what she looked. She stood a good five feet tall, perhaps a bit more. Her brown hair was tangled and pulled back into a messy pony tail.

She wore a dress that was probably two sizes too big for her, with a few holes riddling the fabric here and there. Her feet were bare, calloused, rough from the life she had lead for the past few years. On her back was a small canvas bag, it was undercoated, though ripped and stained beyond the recognition of the previous owner, whoever that might have been.

Inside the bag was a green notebook with shamrocks on it, a few pens that were nearly out of ink (or already dried up) a jack knife (rusted and almost useless), and flint and steel. There was also an old scalpel, and a dirty, half empty bottle of water as well. These were all the worldly goods that Cleo possessed, but that didn't seem to bother the girl much, though she did look as though she was half starved, and in quite the need of a good meal and a good nights rest.

She had come across the town in the early morning, but had decided to wait until the next night to slip into a place and grab some supplies because she was completely out of food. Cleo had no scruples against theft, especially when that theft kept her alive, if someone had enough food or anything else and wouldn't miss a smidge, then Cleo felt it was only fair that she be able to take some for herself to survive.

She never took more than she needed, it was a point of pride with her. She didn't steal to be mean after all, she stole to keep herself from starving to death, or freezing to death, or whatever the situation called for. Creeping along the beach, keeping her body close to the back of houses, shacks, and trees as she did so, she kept out of sight of anyone who might be guarding, (at least she thought she had).

Years of living by herself in the world had taught her how to creep through places unnoticed, and she had decided that the beach was the best way in, the rest of the city seemed to have a better guard, but it was hard to watch all of the water as it lapped up, tiring even. So using that to her advantage on the dark, cloudy night, she had come in from the coast. Her hair and dress were still a bit damp, clinging to her body, and chilling her, as she slipped up the beach.

She made little sound as she neared the big blue house she had decided was her best target. Why? She'd seen food in there, people bringing food in there, and a woman. Now, usually, Cleo didn't like to say that women were nicer than men, after all, her own mother had believed that her daughter was possessed and tried to have her exorcised. Much good it had done her, Cleo wasn't possessed or a demon, she was just a slightly odd child.

The slender figure entered through a window, after carefully breaking the seal and pushing the lock upwards with a flat piece of metal. Windows were far superior to enter through than doors. Doors could squeak, and were also much larger, whereas a window, particularly a kitchen or bathroom window, were excellent points of entry (at least in the mind of the twelve year old girl who was utilizing the kitchen window as her own personal side door).

With a bit of an effort she clambered through the window, making little sound (except for scuffing her foot against the side of the window sill, and tearing the skin a bit, drawing some blood to the surface. It wasn't a big deal though, just a little cut, and she could clean it, and take care of it later. Now, where was the best place to find food... and possibly other goods to be traded. Cleo pursed her lips, and furrowed her eyebrows in thought, the room was dark, nearly pitch black (though not much of a difference from the outside, so it wasn't an adjustment for her eyes).

It was still dark in the room, and she didn't want to stumble, or alert anyone as to her whereabouts. Her eyes were adjusted to the dim light however, and as she slipped through the kitchen, trying her best not to knock anything over, her eyes fell upon fresh baked bread, she hadn't had bread in... well, she really didn't know how long, and perhaps she was a bit greedy, but she snatched up the loaf, breaking a piece off of it and stuffing it in her mouth before slipping the rest into her bag.

There were also some fruits and vegetables that she found by opening a few cabinets and looking in containers, which she deftly placed into her bag. There didn't seem to be much of good value or easily taken, perhaps she should have hit a different place. In so doing one of these pokes around for various food items, she accidentally knocked a glass from the counter, and the fragile object fell to the floor breaking loudly at the impact.

"Just great Cleo. Why don't you just scream and tell everyone you're here while you're at it!" She whispered under her breath. It took her less than a second to regain her cool head, and she vaulted onto the counter as gracefully as a cat jumping onto a bookcase. It would have been graceful at least, had her foot not touched something cold and metallic, a coil of wire on the counter that she had overlooked.

With a gasp, she found herself slipping from the counter, her feet airborne as she clutched at the air for some sort of object to grip on. However there were none, and she clattered to the floor loudly and gracefully. "Cat damnit." She swore under her breath as she scrambled to her feet. If the breaking cup hadn't woken up anyone in the house, this certainly would... now where was the damned door?
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OOC Discussion / Re: * love like ghosts / plot with gabe
« Last post by gregory on Today at 01:55:25 AM »
ey!! maybe hosea could be a sort of mentor to gabe??
hosea teaching gabe to pickpocket-
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OOC Discussion / Re: gabe's heartchart
« Last post by gregory on Today at 01:49:43 AM »
winks and throws hosea
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The Badlands / Re: WITH THE BIG IRON ON HIS HIP / open joining!
« Last post by H. MATTHEWS on Today at 01:33:30 AM »
a voice speaking interrupted his much needed and much deserved rest (at least, he felt he deserved it), and blue eyes would blink open so they could focus on the teenager that had addressed him. voice cracks were something he very much associated with dutch, whos voice seemed to crack every other word, simply because he was loud. very loud and headache inducing, but he didn't much mind. he had long since grown used to the loudness and had grown to love it.

however, this boy was not his husband, in fact. he was very far from the confident, loud, and impulsive man he had married some 20 years back. this boy was short, probably no more than 5'7 at the most, skinny, brown hair and blue eyes. it was nice to see a younger person, they were the easiest to rob.. however, the poor boy looked like he'd jump at a speck of dust. the boy had asked him a question, so he would sit up, letting his hands rest against his knees. he was very ready to draw his gun if the need arose.

before he could answer, someone else came over, much larger than him in every way, shape, and form. black hair, piercing blue eyes, but hosea only met their gaze. he showed no sign that he may be intimidated by the person that stood before him, as he'd seen some that were much scarier and much more intimidating than them. finally, he offered the two a very slight smile, his eyes lighting up slightly as he met gabriel's.

"I could ask you the same question." he stated and dipped his head slightly in greeting. he doubted any flattery would work here, so he chose his next words carefully. "my name is hosea matthews, and im here to join the badlands- assuming this is the badlands. my husband was meant to be here, but.. he seems to have wondered off."
Spoiler:  information • show
★★★ // HOSEA MATTHEWS. BORN @ UNKNOWN DATE.
— male. badlands. no rank. based heavily on rdr2’s hosea matthews
— links here?? include pinterest + main account.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. NO ADOPTIVE FAMILY.
— ˝ of vandermatthews. married to dutch van der linde. bisexual. not looking.
— married, no children. once had a wife who passed away.

★★★ // 6’. UNKNOWN WEIGHT. 7/10 HEALTH.
hosea is an average height man, as skinny as any other old man out there. however, as old as he is, you should never underestimate his strength and speed. he can draw a gun and shook you before you can even finish counting your paces. he can throw one hell of a punch, and could easily knock you out with said punch. of course, someone obviously bigger than him could easily take him out, but if you’re around his size, it’s unlikely.
once blonde hair is now grey, and is often neatly brushed through and styled, slightly slicked back, but not in an extreme way like the styling of draco malfoy. once bright, glimmering blue eyes have since dulled, and are constantly narrowed, as if suspicious of everyone around him. he his thin lips and a weathered face, with bushy eyebrows that match his hair in colour.
often times he is seen in a navy blue hat with a red line of leather around the , and depending on the weather, his clothes change. in colder weather, he is often seen in very neutral tones. he wears a darker green trench coat like jacket that’s lined with tan sheep’s wool. along with that, he often wears long johns under black or dark brown pants, and brownish snake skin cowboy boots, as well as a red and green wool scarf.
in the warmer months, he often wears the same pants and boots as the winter months, but with a pale blue button up, deep blue vest, and red ascot.
he wears a gold wedding ring at all times.
x x. voice claim
current injures;; none.
permanent injures;; none

★★★ // INFP. SLYTHERCLAW ( slytherin and ravenclaw). EXTROVERT.
(taken from his wiki) Hosea is an intelligent outlaw in touch with his wits, having worked as a con-artist and a thief for over two decades. He appears to be a slick talker, using his brains to get into and out of any situation in hand. Unlike his husband, Hosea prefers not to use violence as a means of obtaining money. Instead, Hosea often resorts on elaborate schemes to swindle people out of their money. Often playing a character to distract and disarm those he is trying to rob.

★★★ // KEEPS A REVOLVER ON HIS HIP AT ALL TIMES
— often avoids fights but will guck you up
— has 12 bullets for his gun, but it’s rare he actually uses them. can easily pick pocket more if needed
— if necessary, he’d be willing to give up supplies.. if asked nicely.

★★★ // CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 7/10 TRAINED.
— would rather talk it out than fight. will fight back if provoked.
— training under no one.
— @gregory when attacking or be ignored.
— open to kill/capture others, not open to being killed/captured/maimed/tortured
stats;; strength: 6/10. agility: 8/10. endurance: 7/10. accuracy: 6/10. luck: 5/10.
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waow shit i forgot abt this
gonna,,,, bump this gently
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C
atalyst

//tw for violence in the fourth paragraph

The tricks Catalyst had performed in their past often were not slights of hand meant to separate people from their belongings. The deception required was rather simple, if you thought about it, distract someone long enough to slip a bit of jewelry or wallet away and make your getaway. They wouldn't say that it was a skill that was easy to master, but broken down it was straightforward.

Convincing someone that you were a god was not a quick endeavor, it wasn't something that could be rushed. You had to be a keen observer and manipulator in order to do it, and able to feign enough conviction that it would spread. Part of them hated that they were able to do that, but part of them had a sick sort of pride over that. Funny how the most hated parts of yourself could also be the ones that you were most proud of.

Catalyst was every bit a Badlander, unlike Gabriel. They were comfortable around violence, comfortable inflicting it, features etched by a hard life. Not the hardest of everyone here, no, but Fate hadn't been kind to them over the twenty-one years they'd been alive. Well, the past couple months they'd gotten everything they could possibly want; perhaps they didn't deserve it but they had served Her well and this was their reward.

Though they were at ease carrying and using weapons, they did share Gabe's distaste for guns. They could acknowledge their usefulness and even their occasional necessity, but they'd always prefer getting up close and personal with the only sound being cries of pain and the crunching of bones to the loud pop of a gun. They were too loud, consumed too many resources, were too impersonal and in a strange way, too effective. Maybe that wouldn't make sense to anyone else, but it didn't have to.

The Boss stepped up beside Gabriel and crossed their arms, staying silent for the time being while they waited for the older man to answer.

//this is a fucking mess idk if it makes sense but hello again

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 02/17/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 02/17/39 ⇥ Had a heart to heart with Molly and Gavril
⇥ 02/15/39 ⇥ Visited Michael in Flintlock
⇥ 02/14/39 ⇥ Hosted a Valentine's day party
⇥ 02/11/39 ⇥ Got drunk
⇥ 02/07/39 ⇥ Reunited with Susie
⇥ 02/05/39 ⇥ Started their revenge on Jeremy
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Kissed Gavril
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Returned from Flintlock

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes, one maybe crush
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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Plotting Hub / Anyone wanna play some rdr2 based characters??
« Last post by gregory on Today at 12:52:58 AM »
so, i have a hosea, who (because im a shipper) needs his husband, dutch van der linde! however, having the other characters around would be cool too! though, finding dutch is my priority right now! i dont care how advanced you are, as long as dutch is at least slightly in character (obviously, there has to be changes bc of the site plot, ect.)
my only requirement is that you state your interest and dutch must go to badlands with hosea! the others can go whereever!
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Welcome Board / Re: hello!
« Last post by Bryne on Today at 12:49:03 AM »
hey Vampy, I'm Bryne! Feel free to message me about any questions you might have, or just if you want someone to chat and plot with
I'm guessing you're gonna join BL w Greg? I've got Catalyst there so if that's the case I'm sure we'll see each other !
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C
atalyst

There was no one to enforce the laws of old, and anyone that tried would likely face a harsher punishment than whatever they would have tried to dole out to the criminals. No, the only laws that mattered were the ones that said the strong would rule over the weak and whatever laws the strong decided were in effect. Sometimes the strong were fair, like in Flintlock, but in places like the Badlands, ruthless people clawed their way to the top. And it certainly felt as if they'd had to claw their way here.

They saw some strange things here, some graphic, some amusing or just plain bizarre, but they always tried to pay attention. A woman running through the streets with duct tape on her wrists was... honestly not that surprising, though the sight did bring some level of concern to them. They watched for a moment from their perch on their balcony, then they ducked back inside, hurrying down the stairs and emerging from their front door right before she would be passing in front. "Who are you?" They asked, prepared to grab her if she tried to duck away from them.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 02/17/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 02/17/39 ⇥ Had a heart to heart with Molly and Gavril
⇥ 02/15/39 ⇥ Visited Michael in Flintlock
⇥ 02/14/39 ⇥ Hosted a Valentine's day party
⇥ 02/11/39 ⇥ Got drunk
⇥ 02/07/39 ⇥ Reunited with Susie
⇥ 02/05/39 ⇥ Started their revenge on Jeremy
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Kissed Gavril
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Returned from Flintlock

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes, one maybe crush
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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