Hope cannot stand the beautiful unit. anymore. Yes, they're a mainstay, and yes, they've got some fun songs even if they are extremely weird, but right now, Hope is just trying to get some groceries. Not even real groceries; they just want to get some unhealthy drinks and snacks. Normal things to want. And they can't even go that far without songs from t.b.u. slamming into their ears at the same time as the sounds of stomping feet from basically everyone around them. It's enough to make them glare up at the speaker systems like that's going to stop anything, like they're actually going to be able to shut it all up from a glance.
They walk forward towards the energy drinks on autopilot anyway while they keep their eyes locked on the speaker system—and see something glinting underneath it. Strange, and then... well, there's that annoying buzzing in their pocket. They sigh under their breath and slink off to an unoccupied corner, that little nook between the coolers and the storeroom, to check their phone and mutter in irritation. Sure, they can transform now, somehow, but they can't do it here. They glance around, then pull open the door to the storeroom and duck inside.
Taking a breath, they press the phone charm between their fingers, but—"aah! Oh, god, sorry," they begin, looking ahead of them at someone they hadn't expected to run into and pressing a hand to their chest. "I don't work here, but I needed to get away from that music. This is a really aggressive marketing campaign, don't you think?"
b. give me life, give me love, give me fire [audience]
The thing about being a—a Nova Knight, Hope thinks to themself, is that they feel like they can actually do something about all the problems they're running into. And there's enough people here and enough chaos already that they don't need to worry about making a scene, and nobody even recognizes who they are anyway. So they actually... they can actually, finally help. And it's with that beautiful thought in their head that they leap into the fray, their hair a much more vibrant green, their eyes shimmering violet.
The sword that they seem to wield without any effort at all doesn't stay at their side for long. With a triumphant "Binding Blade!", they swing it out towards a pack of approaching transformed concertgoers. It unfurls into a much longer chain and loops around the group, keeping them all securely contained for as long as Hope thinks they can hold on. It's not enough to hold back everything, but they whip their head around, hoping that maybe (just maybe) there's more than one Nova Knight to help them out here.
Hope Carassia | Nova Leviathan [tbd] | OC
Hope cannot stand the beautiful unit. anymore. Yes, they're a mainstay, and yes, they've got some fun songs even if they are extremely weird, but right now, Hope is just trying to get some groceries. Not even real groceries; they just want to get some unhealthy drinks and snacks. Normal things to want. And they can't even go that far without songs from t.b.u. slamming into their ears at the same time as the sounds of stomping feet from basically everyone around them. It's enough to make them glare up at the speaker systems like that's going to stop anything, like they're actually going to be able to shut it all up from a glance.
They walk forward towards the energy drinks on autopilot anyway while they keep their eyes locked on the speaker system—and see something glinting underneath it. Strange, and then... well, there's that annoying buzzing in their pocket. They sigh under their breath and slink off to an unoccupied corner, that little nook between the coolers and the storeroom, to check their phone and mutter in irritation. Sure, they can transform now, somehow, but they can't do it here. They glance around, then pull open the door to the storeroom and duck inside.
Taking a breath, they press the phone charm between their fingers, but—"aah! Oh, god, sorry," they begin, looking ahead of them at someone they hadn't expected to run into and pressing a hand to their chest. "I don't work here, but I needed to get away from that music. This is a really aggressive marketing campaign, don't you think?"
b. give me life, give me love, give me fire [audience]
The thing about being a—a Nova Knight, Hope thinks to themself, is that they feel like they can actually do something about all the problems they're running into. And there's enough people here and enough chaos already that they don't need to worry about making a scene, and nobody even recognizes who they are anyway. So they actually... they can actually, finally help. And it's with that beautiful thought in their head that they leap into the fray, their hair a much more vibrant green, their eyes shimmering violet.
The sword that they seem to wield without any effort at all doesn't stay at their side for long. With a triumphant "Binding Blade!", they swing it out towards a pack of approaching transformed concertgoers. It unfurls into a much longer chain and loops around the group, keeping them all securely contained for as long as Hope thinks they can hold on. It's not enough to hold back everything, but they whip their head around, hoping that maybe (just maybe) there's more than one Nova Knight to help them out here.
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