They are 11 years old, live in a cult's prison, and often appears as A middle school girl with pigtails, a pink t-shirt, shorts, and an uncannily cold expression behind her eyes.
Kimyōna hana (Yokota Setsuko) lives in Maelstrom, a setting where videos of the supernatural go viral every day. Their journal has 1 entry.
4 Alertness
0 Animals
3 Athletics
0 Crafts
1 Culture
0 Drive
0 Firearms
4 Influence
2 Investigation
0 Medicine
0 Melee
1 Occult
1 Performance
2 Science
3 Stealth
0 Survival
2 Technology
2 Thievery
2 Brawl
3 Extraterrestrial Cultures and Identification
4 Tentacle Control
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([The long dark had ended. Stasis, for the long journey.
I was blind, sickeningly warm, and the oxygen rippled at my carapace, seeping through painfully.
A voice, some native species seems has triggered my conscious. It's speaking.]) "Nani?"
([It was close. I could feel it's electromagnetic signals controlling it's movements. This was my moment. I willed myself to hatch.])
The smoldering meteoric orb twitched in the grass, mere inches away from Setsuko. Her mother was on a bench nearby, watching her play.
The strange ball vents, hissing slightly as pressure equalizes and it's shell begins to crack, protruding a small, flexible, shiny black stem with what looked like a bud in the end.
"Chinhana?" Setsuko asked no one.
"Yes, aren't the flowers pretty dear?" Her mother answers from her spot by the fountain, a mere 20 feet away but without looking up from her book.
The flower-like head pointed slightly towards Setsuko, before opening- a striking pattern of blues and greens, contrasted with an unnatural shiny black- as dark as the corners of the universe. She reached out with the innocence of a child, and a faint 'pop' is heard as the flower shoots it's payload to her nearby flesh.
She screams playfully, knocking the black slime off of herself, suddenly disappointed as the 'flower' seems to wilt to dust in front of her eyes.
([I have acquired a host. It is only a matter of time until I locate her neurological center and take control. I discover musculature, digestive organs, air sacs for breathing the oxygenated environment. I fight, searching. A newborn, I can only survive so long in suboptimal conditions. I follow the electrical signals to the highest nerve cluster. Suddenly I am awash in images. I am on a metal seating tube with a much larger specimen- in fact, many larger specimens. Most make this host uneasy. She does not.. 'know' them. Why did I have to get such a small one?
I pull myself away from the sensory overload, and examine the brain I have now located. I poke and prod, delicately anchoring onto the blood vessels for sustenance. I opt to ignore the frontal lobe for now- my natural anaesthetic nearly guarantees my host isn't aware- and I need to know more before I assert control.
I read her memories in an instant. Her behaviors, her history, her world. Day to day li- Damn! Why'd I have to get a.. 'child'?! What are the chances... ])