andifeelfine: (the rapture and the reverent)
Stuff Linnaea can do that may be relevant to your interests:
  • She knows if you are going to die soon... or if you're already dead.  (Also: if you have died, if she touches you, she generally picks up some impressions of the circumstances of your death.) 
  • She is unnaturally good at seeing through lies—it's certainly possible to lie to her if you're exceptionally good at it, but she's very good.
Most of it's not really game-changing or anything, but if any of these things are a) iffy for you or b) complicated by things your character does/is, lemme know.

Additionally, here are some things your character might find of interest about Linnaea:
  • Linnaea's shadow doesn't look like her—it looks like it belongs to a much smaller girl, and is wearing different clothes.
  • If it's a thing your character would be able to tell, Linnaea should by all rights have been dead seven years ago.
  • If you have something along the lines of aura or soul perception, her aura sort of looks slightly splotchy, if otherwise normal—consistent, if your character has experienced it before, with ghostly entities or people being possessed by ghosts. There's also some other entity sharing her body.

Playlist

Jul. 17th, 2012 11:19 am
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  1. Him, Lily Allen
    but there is one thing that he's sure of; this has been going on too long
  2. The Devil's Feet, Azure Ray
    where I scorned the angels for a passion that burned
  3. Dinosaur Sex, Emmy the Great
    and dinosaur sex led to nothing / and maybe we will lead to nothing / but I will lead as far as I can lead
  4. Ophelia, Natalie Merchant
    For Ophelia'd know your every woe and every pain you'd ever have
  5. Paper Forest (in the Afterglow of Rapture), Emmy the Great
    But I'm blessed just to be, more or less / standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left
  6. Thick as Thieves, Natalie Merchant
    Know no future, damn the past / Blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last
  7. Monster, Paramore
    I'm only human / I've got a skeleton in me / but I'm not the villain / despite what you're always preaching
  8. Raise Your Glass, P!nk
    So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways
  9. We Walk, The Ting Tings
    Make a decision, a precondition / we've got the choice if it all goes wrong
  10. Kill the Lights, The Birthday Massacre
    I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career
andifeelfine: (a tournament of lies)
IN GAME TERMS:
Keys:
 Phantasmal, Passion, Industrial
Manifestations: Caul 2, Oracle 2, Shroud 1

teal deer )
andifeelfine: (a tournament of lies)
...yeah, that was a thing.

No one cried when Linnaea Ito died, because they were already dead. The bombs had not dropped on their city, but it likewise sealed the fates of all who lived there—the fallout carried lethal doses of radiation, and over the next two weeks the people of Merced, CA withered and died until it was only Lin, alone.

And then there were none.

The creature that took her hand in the darkness was like a living shadow, and when it walks as her own, projected against the now-empty buildings Lin walks by, it bears the form of a girl of maybe ten or eleven. Lin wouldn't know what she was except for a family heritage project she did in middle school on Nagasaki, where people burned away entirely in the atomic blast left their shadows printed on the walls of buildings.

She travels the wasteland, now, hopping from refugee settlement to refugee settlement, never quite settling anywhere. Death has given her a new outlook on life—before she was focused on doing the things prescribed by society, but now she has a purpose. She arrives at a place, does what she can to help, and listens to people tell their stories and writes them down. And if they have unfinished business, she helps them settle it so that when they die, they'll have peace. After all, death can come so suddenly, as she learned.

So: what's your story?

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Linnaea Ito

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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