[As awful as all this rain is, at least it's something A.B.A. could deal with. She's stubborn, strong, resilient. If it was just the horrid downpour, this month wouldn't be so bad. What she isn't so great with is her own emotions, her thoughts, her self control, and it would appear all the rocks she was gifted amplified those for the worst. SO...]
i. [Throughout the beginning of the rock madness, it's easy to find A.B.A. anywhere in the Grove, because she's screaming and wailing like a wild animal. Drenched and hunched over from the weight of the water, she grasps her head as all her worries drown out any reasonable thought. Nothing is safe, everyone is a stranger, everything is so scary. She's forced once again into a life of imprisonment and a life without Paracelsus, the rocks make sure to keep reminding her of this. The moment she sees anyone through the curtain of water, it's always the same.]
W-Why...? Just go away!! Why can't you leave me ALONE?! [She screeches, but it's hoarse, probably from all the previous screeching.] Just LEAVE!!
[Getting too close will cause flailing and attempts to claw anywhere she can, but joke's on the rocks, A.B.A.'s always been a worried hot mess. Which means, even with her thoughts exaggerated, she STILL has her self soothing methods. After a good bout of flailing, A.B.A.'s keyring goes flying from her pocket, the jingling catching her attention as she watches it hit the ground.
She stops, like she just did something unspeakable, like she just hurt her precious little babies-]
...
[The keys themselves are wholly unremarkable, it's not like they even open anything being from another world and all. ...Except one. One key stands out by how silvery and shimmery it is, as well as the big crescent moon that decorates the head. It's fine, it's normal, we don't play favorites in this house. Paracelsus notwithstanding. Either way, she silently reaches out for them, as if asking you for help. Pick up keys?? JINGLE KEYS???]
ii. [Having knocked out two rocks with one stone, A.B.A.'s reign of screeching terror ends relatively early. That means the rest of the month she's tormented by a single rock, one she can't just jingle her way out of. Dreams. This rock is supposed to give good dreams. Which means A.B.A. is having nothing but nightmares every. single. night. How does one even perform an act of Good Dreams?!
Anyone who acknowledges A.B.A.'s existence will find that she's still awake, just barely so. She halfheartedly claws at the air the moment she hears anyone.]
Stay back... Or die...
[Very threatening. Better watch out.]
B. I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW (cw: casual blood drinking)
[When all is said and done, A.B.A. will happily join the camp out and enjoy some peaceful slow time. And by "join," I mean "set up her blanket as far from people as she can." She's still visible, if only because she loves people-watching too much to hide completely, but anyone who approaches her will be met with wide-eyed surprise. Like...why? What was she doing that was so interesting that you had to go out of your way to join her? She looks terrible, her hair still kind of a mess from being constantly rained on, her clothes in that awful state of not-being-fully-dried-yet, you know the one.]
...?!?!
[She doesn't say anything, if only because she's currently occupied sucking on some sort of...package. A pouch??? The liquid inside is...red. A very familiar red.
A.B.A. | Guilty Gear | In which the mods bully a woman who already has anxiety
[As awful as all this rain is, at least it's something A.B.A. could deal with. She's stubborn, strong, resilient. If it was just the horrid downpour, this month wouldn't be so bad. What she isn't so great with is her own emotions, her thoughts, her self control, and it would appear all the rocks she was gifted amplified those for the worst. SO...]
i. [Throughout the beginning of the rock madness, it's easy to find A.B.A. anywhere in the Grove, because she's screaming and wailing like a wild animal. Drenched and hunched over from the weight of the water, she grasps her head as all her worries drown out any reasonable thought. Nothing is safe, everyone is a stranger, everything is so scary. She's forced once again into a life of imprisonment and a life without Paracelsus, the rocks make sure to keep reminding her of this. The moment she sees anyone through the curtain of water, it's always the same.]
W-Why...? Just go away!! Why can't you leave me ALONE?! [She screeches, but it's hoarse, probably from all the previous screeching.] Just LEAVE!!
[Getting too close will cause flailing and attempts to claw anywhere she can, but joke's on the rocks, A.B.A.'s always been a worried hot mess. Which means, even with her thoughts exaggerated, she STILL has her self soothing methods. After a good bout of flailing, A.B.A.'s keyring goes flying from her pocket, the jingling catching her attention as she watches it hit the ground.
She stops, like she just did something unspeakable, like she just hurt her precious little babies-]
...
[The keys themselves are wholly unremarkable, it's not like they even open anything being from another world and all. ...Except one. One key stands out by how silvery and shimmery it is, as well as the big crescent moon that decorates the head. It's fine, it's normal, we don't play favorites in this house. Paracelsus notwithstanding. Either way, she silently reaches out for them, as if asking you for help. Pick up keys?? JINGLE KEYS???]
ii. [Having knocked out two rocks with one stone, A.B.A.'s reign of screeching terror ends relatively early. That means the rest of the month she's tormented by a single rock, one she can't just jingle her way out of. Dreams. This rock is supposed to give good dreams. Which means A.B.A. is having nothing but nightmares every. single. night. How does one even perform an act of Good Dreams?!
She doesn't, that's how. The nightmares have gotten so bad, that she's pretty much been refusing to sleep, so any public place may find one very soaked, very exhausted homunculus collapsed in an uncomfortable looking ragdoll position in the most inconvenient of places. Did you want a specific table at the café? Too bad. Favorite comfy chair in the therapy lobby? Taken. Hoping to step outside your porch without tripping over something? Here's the worst cat.
Anyone who acknowledges A.B.A.'s existence will find that she's still awake, just barely so. She halfheartedly claws at the air the moment she hears anyone.]
Stay back... Or die...
[Very threatening. Better watch out.]
B. I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW (cw: casual blood drinking)
[When all is said and done, A.B.A. will happily join the camp out and enjoy some peaceful slow time. And by "join," I mean "set up her blanket as far from people as she can." She's still visible, if only because she loves people-watching too much to hide completely, but anyone who approaches her will be met with wide-eyed surprise. Like...why? What was she doing that was so interesting that you had to go out of your way to join her? She looks terrible, her hair still kind of a mess from being constantly rained on, her clothes in that awful state of not-being-fully-dried-yet, you know the one.]
...?!?!
[She doesn't say anything, if only because she's currently occupied sucking on some sort of...package. A pouch??? The liquid inside is...red. A very familiar red.
Oh lord, that ain't juice.]
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