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The Handmaiden

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a character in “The Imaginary World”, originally authored by AiteCipher, as played by RolePlayGateway

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The Handmaiden

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Birth Name: Li Mei Ming
Nickname: "The Handmaiden"
Age: Unknown

Physical Description: The Handmaiden is a diminutive girl clearly of Asian descent dressed in a flowing dress the eyes can never seem to focus quite right on. Her hair is cut short in the back and pinned with lacy black bows at the sides; her hair, while tinted naturally somewhat red, is dark and more of European texture. It's always neat, as is everything else about her. She has a somewhat dainty composure, but there's an odd glint in her eyes— a colorful brown bordering on a muted burgundy. She's never without her gloves and doesn't ever seem to change her style of dress.

Abilities: Teleportation - She can teleport whenever she wants, but she doesn't ever know where to. She can be summoned directly only by her master. If she is injured gravely while she teleports, all existing injuries will only worsen, as her cells have trouble rearranging themselves again if something is wrong with her body. || Martial Arts - The Handmaiden is extremely well-trained in a number of styles of martial arts, mixing them together with her lightfootedness and flexibility to create a formidable opponent despite her size. || Chopsticks - The Handmaiden carries a pair of ornamental hair 'chopsticks' made of inexplicably strong metal with fine, tapered points and diamonds set into the thick ends. She can use them as weapons.

History: The Handmaiden seems to be a lost girl searching for a master who abandoned her long ago. She's extremely well-traveled and has an amazing factual memory, but, for the most part, she can't communicate what knowledge she does have. She acts according to a very specific set of morals set by her master and will continue to do so until her master allows her to leave. Oddly, perhaps at Master's bidding, she is unable to remember any memories involving emotions and, as such, had become emotionally detached— though this has made her fearless, in a way.

Equipment: Her chopsticks. That's it. It's surprising, all the things she can do with them.

Other: She's mute. She also has a terrible habit of falling asleep in terribly inappropriate places, as she has very little grasp of social conventions.

So begins...

The Handmaiden's Story

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Li Mei held her hands out in front of her, milky skin splotched with soot and dirt. Her face was covered in streaks of brown, her eyes surrounded in a sea of black— she frowned. It was nothing a simple shift of her body couldn't fix, but she worried about the scractches running up and along her harms. As the building had fallen, she'd hardly had time to move. Her master was no longer with her, whispering in her ear fragments of the foreboding future. It was a shame, really.

The girl disappeared in a cloud of soot and white ash, the last bit if her visible the fluttering hem of her dress. She reappeared just feet away and patted her body down as though there could possibly be any dust left on her person. Her hair was a mess. She ran her fingers through her hair until it laid thick and smooth over her shoulders, then put it back up again, tying the ribbons tightly to the side of her head. She was dainty and doll-like, her eyes vacant but her mind very much alert.

After all, Master had always loved her for her brains. She was his right hand— well, if he'd had a right hand. He didn't really have any hands, being a nonphysical being. Li Mei smiled to herself. She would have chuckled if she could.

It was then that she noticed the crying girl. Li Mei raised her head and stood from her crouch, her skirts shifting yet standing utterly still as she walked. She was a moving enigma, silent as death as she approached the weeping figure. She would have spoken. She would have offered a word to comfort her.

Instead, she smiled and waved, her thin lips pulled into a friendly smile and her eyes filled with too many questions. Then, she reached out a hand to touch the girl's shoulder. She hasn't touched a person in a long time. In a way, the disaster was welcome, even if she didn't understand it.

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Nevicata felt someone's hand on her shoulder and she looked, to see someone standing there, smiling ever so gently. Nevi whipped the tears with her sleeve, and whispered. "I don't want them to come back." her voice was like a tiny music box, elliegent and fine if not servery scared. Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut of, yet she could see in the corner of her eye her aunt and uncle across the way playing cricket. What a standing Neutrality they had! she thought as her tears started to dry into her cheeks.

"Perhaps we should help"
"That would be taking sides"
"Oh yes of course,"
"No one said this was going to be easy."
"Neither side did as I recall."


People running faster now, thank God people were getting out an officer tried to shove her back into a tent. She's too young to have to see all this, Nevi started baling. "Mommy, Daddy!" the officer left her to find his Superior. Nevi sat on the concrete as if she was waiting for them, a part of her wanted to see them still. A part of her wanted to run into her father's arms as he swag her in the air.

The setting changes from Aster City to Imaginary and Beautiful World

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Character Portrait: The Handmaiden Character Portrait: Cara James Character Portrait: Jonah Moretti Character Portrait: Emma Brooke Character Portrait: Vivienne Loçiure
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"Is there anyone else here?"

It sounded like a cry for help, at first, amid the screams and the chaos and the dust that clung to the back of her throat but not to her skin. Things had calmed down, some, since the collapse, with officials running amok and citizens unsure what to do. Li Mei hadn't twitched a muscle, but she stood a good hundred feet from where the girl now sat. She stared at her hands. What had just happened?

A man who looked as though the very colors of his body were staging a mutiny stood feet away, as did another figure, but they were nothing to the strange feeling that had nestled itself in the pit of her stomach. There was a certain breed of dread that had overtaken her, bitter and writhing like a snake's nest. She sighed, disappointed in her lack of self-control. It was her fault she wouldn't be able to remember this later. Now that she'd attached such primal things as feelings to her memory, the thoughts would wither away and die by tomorrow. She sighed to herself, then began to walk.

Then she stopped. There was an invisible body in her way. She cocked an eyebrow in perfect, practiced apathy, backed up, and waved, unsure whether she was waving to its front or to its back. Though she couldn't see the figure, it couldn't hurt to at least be polite. Years of servitude had at least taught her the value of subservience, if only that of the type that showed through on the surface. Her strange dress was mottled with soot again, but she could forget about that, for the moment.

[OOC: The Handmaiden bumped into Cara, in case that didn't make sense.]

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Vivienne smiled when the girl spoke. Her words sounded strange and hollow. Sound always did when she was separated from the world, especially when she's spent more than a day in the state she was in. The tinny voice spoke, asking her where River Town was, and she did her best to remember what River Town, exactly, was. Being as old as the world itself, she had seen so many things to the point that separating one thin from another was a challenge without her records. She rolled her eyes up, searching for the information.

There was nothing there.

"Sorry. I don't know." She spoke, her voice quiet and wistful this time. Not even being able to recall her own address led to a certain set of problems, most of which she couldn't even pull to the forefront of her mind to make use of them. "Though I'm looking for it, too. Why don't we go together?" Her eyes flicked to the smoke that hung heavy in the air. "It... might be safer that way, after all." She could remember the explosion. That was for sure.

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Character Portrait: The Handmaiden Character Portrait: Cara James Character Portrait: Dower Prose Character Portrait: Jonah Moretti Character Portrait: Nevicata Kokoro Character Portrait: Emma Brooke Character Portrait: Emilia Booker Character Portrait: Vivienne Loçiure
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Emma smiled.
"Together would be great. And I agree... much safer."
Although Emma wasn't sure if safer was an option, she would prefer to not be alone when heading to River Town.
"I just have to run back to my apartment to get my stuff. Then we can head out."
Emma ran to her apartment to grab a few things that she would wish to take. She found her brown stuffed bear, which was in rough shape, lying on her bed. It had been created with her. She wondered what Maria had given it to her for.... Maybe she just needed a friend..... Cheesy....

Cara was freaking out. Had someone... waved at her? Plus it looked like that one boy heard her and was looking for her. How had they.... Cara's invisibility wavered as she grew nervous. For only a split second, she appeared, but manipulated her light again as quickly as she could. It wasn't her time to be seen yet. And if she got caught, she couldn't fathom what they would do to her if she would make it into their hands alive. They would prefer her to die a captive than reemerge a coward. She had no intent on dying either way.

Out of nowhere a horrific sob rang out. Cara looked up and smiled at the darkness's good work. People were beginning to panic. Just according to plan.

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#, as written by Rawr413
Jonah tried to keep his stern voice, but with the calm atmosphere he was eased into a better mood. "Oh...thanks," he whispered, wiping at his nose and chin, then the corners of his eyes. The handkercheif looked like it had been dipped in pools of paint, and his skin was smeared with a variety of blues and greens.

"There's someone-," his breathe caught in his throat as a girl appeared nearby, only for a moment. The panic she radiated alarmed him. ",-over there" he mentioned, pointing towards Cara. He was a little off, but the direction was correct. "She, she uh,, was happy about all this. People got hurt!" he moved around E.B. to the spot he guessed the girl was. It was helping him that some, other little girl was waving at 'nothing'.

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Vivienne nodded and waited, letting her toes brush the ground below. She couldn't actually feel the pavement, but if she could, she was sure it wouldn't have felt pleasant. Unlike the sweater she wore, a dark olive green draping over her hands, and her leggings, black as night and translucent as her legs. She swept a few strands of hair from her face, letting them fall back, in time. Gravity didn't really apply, but, then, neither did the reality of her being non-real. Her hair fell toward her feet, as did the baggy sweater's too-lovable material. Just like that, she stood, silent and waiting, for Emma to return. She didn't mind traveling, even if it did get her into trouble. She wouldn't remember it.

Granted, she didn't want to lose it all. She didn't want to let the memories slip away. She needed a computer. She needed something with memory— her mind certainly didn't have any.

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The Handmaiden stood dead-still, as silent as she'd always been. She was curious, certainly, but never having had voice to give light to her own questions had constrained them to her mind, where they stayed locked away until she could answer them herself. It was for this that she, upon seeing the flash of a body next to her, instinctively reached out a hand to touch it. She's glimpsed a girl, and she was panicking. Was it because of the smoke? She stare at where the body had been, willing it to reappear. When it didn't, she glanced away. There were so many questions still left unanswered.

The girl in the technicolor dress as dark as the writhing shadows was still, now, her hand extended into what very well may have been thin air. She could see out of the corner of her eye a man pointing at her— or was it the girl why had just flashed to life a moment ago?— and her eyes fell to the ground. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. Whirling around and disappearing in a graceful flurry of shifting color, the Handmaiden let Master take her being wherever He pleased. She had no more business, there. She had questions, and for this she had touched a girl, but she still had more left unanswered than she had the means to understand.

Li Mei's feet touched down on dust. She was far away from the city, now, in the canyons. She liked it here, in the silence. She was a girl brought to life by the desert. Though her expressions were, as always, muted, she spared a smile and began to walk. Perhaps she would find something out there in the bright light and the harsh shadows cast by the rock.

After all, what better a place to find answers to questions of the arcane than a desert canyon where no one dared to wander? The Handmaiden's dainty form disappeared into the canyons, hair swaying gently with her dress as she walked— the sight of which, a girl in pretty dress, very much out of place against the sheer rock faces and the worn canyon-bottoms.

The setting changes from Imaginary and Beautiful World to Aster City

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Character Portrait: The Handmaiden Character Portrait: Sean West Character Portrait: Cara James Character Portrait: Dower Prose Character Portrait: Eran Quoan O. Character Portrait: Jonah Moretti Character Portrait: Nevicata Kokoro Character Portrait: Emma Brooke Character Portrait: Emilia Booker Character Portrait: Vivienne Loçiure
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Emma Brooke, with her small bag of things, took off running down the street, pushing past the panicked people who's eyes were wide with horror. Emma felt sorry, but she had to get to River Town ASAP. She almost forgot about Vivienne! Emma looked around, but couldn't see her friend anywhere.
"Vivienne?" Emma asked, her green eyes scanning the area. Emma stuck her thumb into her mouth and began softly gnawing on it. It was a bad habit she got when she was nervous. Emma took in a deep breath.
If I can just get out of the crowd, maybe she'll find me or I'll spot her.
Emma hurried through the busy streets, only reaching an open area when she saw the sign.
"Thanks for visiting Aster City! Come again!"
Emma stared at the sign. She had never saw that side of the welcome and goodbye sign. Emma had never even thought about leaving Aster City. And here she was, on a race to River Town, the place she swore never to return to. Emma turned to look back for Vivienne, but to her horror, a hiss came from behind her. She turned only to let out one word.
"CRAP!"

....

The Snow Beast had just finished a good meal. The child was.... eight maybe? It was stupid for wandering into this part of the woods. Sean had secluded him as deep into the middle of nowhere as he could, but people were still curious. The Beast smiled sickly at his strange popularity. He was some sort of tourist attraction... but any brave enough to find the main event became the main course.
Just as the Beast prepared to take a nap on his full stomach, a small yet angry cry arose from a nearby spot in the forest. The Beast couldn't comprehend what the voice was saying, only that it seemed like less and less people valued their lives anymore... more and more wanted to visit him. The Beast looked around, but couldn't see where the owner of the voice was. As he shook off the blood of his last meal, he charged at where the last noise had came from, only being stopped by the chain around his leg. He growled and yanked with all his might, but couldn't break the chains. He let out a horrid cry as he lay down in the snow, defeated by the brains of his human form. As he drifted off, he slowly began to change to a scrawny boy with black hair and pale skin. The boy laid in the snow, surrounded in the blood of the child he hadn't meant to kill. He did not stir in his deep sleep.

...

Cara James strolled along the city. She was unnoticed by many and those who saw her were too busy worrying about the explosions and earthquakes than to think of what an innocent looking girl may be plotting. Cara tried not to smile at how stupid these people were. They were too daft in their end to think of the girl that walked and talked like them. They were too selfish to point a finger at the girl who they had taken everything away from. Suddenly, a pain shot through Cara's body. It wasn't the pain of some kind of wound, but the pain of remembering her parents. Remembering what had been done to them. Remembering how cruel the people who murdered them were. Hate ran through her body like blood pumping through her veins.
They deserve to die! Cara thought in anger. She huffed and marched along the sidewalk, not noticing the very few people who wondered if she was here... who had noticed her.... She thought she was safe. She was as far from safe as she could get.

The setting changes from Aster City to Imaginary and Beautiful World

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Character Portrait: The Handmaiden Character Portrait: Sean West Character Portrait: Michelle Reed Character Portrait: Cara James Character Portrait: Dower Prose Character Portrait: Eran Quoan O. Character Portrait: Jonah Moretti Character Portrait: Nevicata Kokoro Character Portrait: Emma Brooke Character Portrait: Emilia Booker Character Portrait: Vivienne Loçiure Character Portrait: Sarz Therimine the Third
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(OOC: I doubt anyone is even still checking this, but I thought I'd make one last post at least, if not somehow give the roleplay CPR and somehow restart it's heart. Although it's probably dead, I just want to say it was fun while it lasted and I had a fun time roleplaying with you guys.)

The boy had a lot of questions, most of these Sean didn't even know how to begin answering. How he had came to be the legendary Snow Beast was a thing of mystery to even him. But, he decided it would be good to start with a name.

"My name is Sean," he said in a hoarse and quiet voice. His throat was scratchy and he felt sick at the smell of death all around him. "I was a shape-shifter with full control over my power. I never hurt anyone and I had never transformed into a beast like the one I do now. One day, I just lost it. Now whenever my adrenaline is peaked or I'm hungry, it happens. So, I locked myself away for good measure. But every now and then a curious person strolls along, thinking I'm just a stupid myth. And I can't stop myself."

He tried to pull his hand free, but the boy seemed to have an iron grip. Normally, Sean would have been strong enough to release himself, but he was tired and miserable, so he didn't prevail. He looked at the boy and gave him a serious look. "Just, whatever you do, don't take me back to town."

...

Emma stared at Dower, completely surprised. He, of all people, wanted to help her get to River Town. Emma figured he would try to sabotage her trip or kill them both in the process. But Emma's power sensed that he was right. It would be faster if their were three of them to fight off whatever crap was in store for them on the way there.

Although her gut screamed at her not to, she nodded. "Alright," she said. "I guess we could use some more company." Her voice still seemed a bit cold and stern. "But if you try anything, anything in the slightest, you will regret it. So, let's go get Vivienne."
...

Cara couldn't help but smile. She had played her part in striking fear into the city. And now the others who were with the Darkness were going to play their hand. Now Cara just had to stay out of sight at watch the world fall apart.