my friends thought this concept was cool, and wanted me to write it, so i'm writing it in my own free time.
currently, only the random scenes i spat out in my notes app are published. so, there's no "real plot", for now. just little interactions an...
so i am... introducing a character who is connected to an area of lore i haven't built yet. and that means...... everything about her is..... subject to change.......
except for her weapon!
she's inspired by ''persecution complex: cellphone girl (lol)''
this is AFTER "one, two, three, four"
local avoidant punches through a wall in disgust at the smallest hint of an interest
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A calm, quiet night.
It is well past midnight, with the way the street the window sees being empty and eerily quiet - the silence resembling the cold but comforting night of a snowfall. Mosquitoes, flies and occasionally a bat is spotted under the dim, yellow light of the street lamp, dancing the night away for the insomniac.
Durgun had made herself comfortable under the covers hours before, with one single goal in mind: wake up early and finally set a sleep schedule. Between Warrior activities and her own personal schedule (which consists of her classes and her part-time job at the university's cafe) it came to a point of sacrificing either her sleep or her own spare time, earning her a scolding look from a certain pair of gentle yet disappointed green eyes.
A rumbling sound disturbs the silence of the dark room, bouncing from the beige walls to attack her ears, pulling her out of her slumber. Her limbs scramble around just slightly, caught in the blanket before she pulls them free, hand slamming against the screen of her phone as she drags it towards her, eyes squinting from the unwelcome light. A call from an unknown number.
"Yes?" she mumbles groggily when she picks up, glancing at her clock on her bedside.
"Great, you're awake!" a familiar voice calls out. "Listen, you gotta handle something real quick, there's-"
"...who is this?" she cuts in angrily. "It's three in the morning."
"...who? Durgun..." the person whines. "You don't have my number saved?"
"Huh?"
"Ukala here," he mumbles. "You actually don't have my number saved?"
She pushes herself up from bed, sitting on the edge. "I didn't even have it until now... what do you want?"
"Wha- you didn't have it? Damn it, I told him to-"
"Ukala, it's three in the morning," she sighs, pinching her nose. "What's up? Quick."
"Oh, right, um," he continues hesitantly. "So I need you to go to the police station in your area, you live near the Arena right?"
"The police- what?" she narrows her eyes, getting up from bed. "What's going on?"
"Uh, stay calm, basically this Warrior from Awareness is... kind of in a tough spot?" he answers, unsure and hesitant.
