[She stares up at the sprawling outpost, rubbing her hands together a little as she stares up at it. It feels--
Well. She's not sure why it reminds her of the Umbrella Academy she'd called home for many years. It's really not all that similar at all, and yet...
She claps her hands together and looks around, trying to shake the weird feelings away.]
If we get a coop set up, the chickens should be able to warm themselves up at night, we won't have to do much. [She speaks up just. Sort of in general.] Maybe keep them in the inner garden area, to keep a better eye on them... [She's already poking around to clear away space in the garden for this. She looks kind of...excited though?]
B. Practice Makes Perfect.
[She's got her violin! Which, you know, is great! She's honestly pretty excited about it. Some time once things have settled down and she feels like she can step away from farming projects, Vanya's violin can be heard from all over as she practices. It's fairly obvious that she's definitely no amateur to it, playing everything from simple warm-up pieces to hauntingly pretty pieces to more intense ones.
Her eyes are closed as she concentrates, but every once in a while it looks... Hm. It looks like the music takes a physical form in a rippling tendril that weaves around her. There also seems to be a flicker, a trick of the light, maybe? Occasionally her form and violin seem to change before going back to normal the next blink. She looks unnaturally pale until she stops playing and takes a breath, everything seeming to go back to normal.
Rarely, once in a while, maybe a glass breaks or something suddenly bends unnaturally... It's probably fine.]
C. Practice Makes Perfect, But Violent
[She really wants to get more control over her powers, okay? It'd really be good for, uh, well, everyone. Sometimes it goes nowhere. She stands in the middle of the forest with her eyes closed, just listening. She picks out the sounds of the forest or sees how far as she can hear noises at the farm before it starts giving her a headache. Sometimes it goes well.
Sometimes it doesn't. A noise grates just the wrong way, or there's just too many that she can't block anything out to focus. Her head begins to ache and there's a pinprick of pain forming behind her eye. The pain and frustration mount, a freak rain storm beginning briefly, isolated, just outside the farm before there's a small explosion of sorts from where Vanya had gone off to.
Anyone who goes to investigate will find Vanya flat out on her back in the middle of a clearing that wasn't really there before, the trees closest to her bowed over and the grass and dirt pushed away. Vanya groans and rubs at her face, not sitting up as she tries to think about what just happened.]
D. Lake Exploration
[You know what's great? When Vanya's abilities actually work with her for once.
It takes a lot of trial and error, but Vanya's managed to lift the water out of the lake, leaving behind the mud and the dead body and possibly a few stray fish unlucky to not be caught up in the water.]
I, uh, don't know how long I can keep this up so let's make it quick, okay? [Her voice is a little strained, body glowing, her skin unnaturally pale and her irises white.
The water will only hold above for a few minutes, but anyone who gets near the body will only be able to find the following: The corpse belonged to a male in his late forties to early fifties, in good physical condition. It has been notably decaying — not drastically, but enough so that it's difficult to distinguish the details of his features. One of his arms has been tattooed with the red sleeve of Anurr the Bold. He gives the air of someone somehow on the verge of stirring, but never wakes.
Unfortunately they don't get long to poke around before Vanya, voice even more strained, pies up a warning] H-hey, it's not going to hold much longer, get out! [Anyone poking around the lake will only get a little bit of time to get closer to the lake's edge before all the water collapses back into the lake.
On the bad side: Sorry about getting soaked, hope you can swim!
On the bright side: who wants fish tonight?]
Shit--! Are you okay?!
E. Wildcard
[Shit, man, idk, anything else you wanna do? Also will match prose or brackets, whatever]
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[She stares up at the sprawling outpost, rubbing her hands together a little as she stares up at it. It feels--
Well. She's not sure why it reminds her of the Umbrella Academy she'd called home for many years. It's really not all that similar at all, and yet...
She claps her hands together and looks around, trying to shake the weird feelings away.]
If we get a coop set up, the chickens should be able to warm themselves up at night, we won't have to do much. [She speaks up just. Sort of in general.] Maybe keep them in the inner garden area, to keep a better eye on them... [She's already poking around to clear away space in the garden for this. She looks kind of...excited though?]
B. Practice Makes Perfect.
[She's got her violin! Which, you know, is great! She's honestly pretty excited about it. Some time once things have settled down and she feels like she can step away from farming projects, Vanya's violin can be heard from all over as she practices. It's fairly obvious that she's definitely no amateur to it, playing everything from simple warm-up pieces to hauntingly pretty pieces to more intense ones.
Her eyes are closed as she concentrates, but every once in a while it looks... Hm. It looks like the music takes a physical form in a rippling tendril that weaves around her. There also seems to be a flicker, a trick of the light, maybe? Occasionally her form and violin seem to change before going back to normal the next blink. She looks unnaturally pale until she stops playing and takes a breath, everything seeming to go back to normal.
Rarely, once in a while, maybe a glass breaks or something suddenly bends unnaturally... It's probably fine.]
C. Practice Makes Perfect, But Violent
[She really wants to get more control over her powers, okay? It'd really be good for, uh, well, everyone. Sometimes it goes nowhere. She stands in the middle of the forest with her eyes closed, just listening. She picks out the sounds of the forest or sees how far as she can hear noises at the farm before it starts giving her a headache. Sometimes it goes well.
Sometimes it doesn't. A noise grates just the wrong way, or there's just too many that she can't block anything out to focus. Her head begins to ache and there's a pinprick of pain forming behind her eye. The pain and frustration mount, a freak rain storm beginning briefly, isolated, just outside the farm before there's a small explosion of sorts from where Vanya had gone off to.
Anyone who goes to investigate will find Vanya flat out on her back in the middle of a clearing that wasn't really there before, the trees closest to her bowed over and the grass and dirt pushed away. Vanya groans and rubs at her face, not sitting up as she tries to think about what just happened.]
D. Lake Exploration
[You know what's great? When Vanya's abilities actually work with her for once.
It takes a lot of trial and error, but Vanya's managed to lift the water out of the lake, leaving behind the mud and the dead body and possibly a few stray fish unlucky to not be caught up in the water.]
I, uh, don't know how long I can keep this up so let's make it quick, okay? [Her voice is a little strained, body glowing, her skin unnaturally pale and her irises white.
The water will only hold above for a few minutes, but anyone who gets near the body will only be able to find the following: The corpse belonged to a male in his late forties to early fifties, in good physical condition. It has been notably decaying — not drastically, but enough so that it's difficult to distinguish the details of his features. One of his arms has been tattooed with the red sleeve of Anurr the Bold. He gives the air of someone somehow on the verge of stirring, but never wakes.
Unfortunately they don't get long to poke around before Vanya, voice even more strained, pies up a warning] H-hey, it's not going to hold much longer, get out! [Anyone poking around the lake will only get a little bit of time to get closer to the lake's edge before all the water collapses back into the lake.
On the bad side: Sorry about getting soaked, hope you can swim!
On the bright side: who wants fish tonight?]
Shit--! Are you okay?!
E. Wildcard
[Shit, man, idk, anything else you wanna do? Also will match prose or brackets, whatever]