Starz was wearing a hood over her head and keeping her tail tightly wrapped around herself, exiting the main part of the city after quickly making a stop for some snacks. Her mother might scold her for this but, they had ran out of sodas. So she had went out of her way to get some more! Though of course she had to avoid exposing herself..it was not an easy task.

But as she’d finally escape the gazes of the populace she’d walk towards green forest which was here her home was, just a lonely house in the middle of nowhere, not like she has a choice though if her mother wanted she could’ve just..abandoned her. She’d be fine by now and has a good hand on her temper so maybe? Doubtful..her mother usually tends to be a bit of a hawk, though she can’t really have a spot to complain about that with how defensive she had been at times herself..

But then she continues to walk and walk before, stopping, hearing a few individuals who were tailing her stop as she grits her teeth, reading the nearby minds..yeah, they thought she would be an easy score to rob from. Idiots..she could just tear them limb from lib right now without even a soul knowing it was her— No. No that’s not what she needs to do, all Starz has to do is just..scare them. That’ll be enough. {Sta}

“…..”

Starz would turn her head just enough to look back towards Cyanide, her diamond pupil and almost golden eye barley in his sights, guess she did not have to do anything at all but— she also feels as if this person is someone she should stay away from, just continuing to walk. Though having to hold her hood with her psycokensis to make it hide her face from mobian’s that’d be staring at her, one in particular, their eyes widen as they see it in full..

My eyes briefly glow as I use my telepathic abilities to just send a singular, clear message to that individual.

(“Don’t. Say. Shit.”)

Though clearly the mobian, recognizing what Starz was is already reaching for their phone before Starz snaps her finger to force the phone to split in half in their pocket as Psionic energy swiftly locked around the object without notice as she continued to walk and quickened her pace.. {Sta}

“D-DOOM SOLDIER—“ {event}

The citizen screamed as they pointed to Starz {event}

She grits her teeth, just continuing to run to just make them seem crazy..she just looks as if she’s going on a jog back home, towards the woods..yeah that’s believable surely.. {Sta}

Others clearly— not registering it at first are confused..others..who actually understood seemed to already be calling authorities.. {event}

They listened, thankfully..but they seemed to actually be familiar with such alarms..a good question would be is if this “doom soldier” is actually real and just— how are they even alive? Considering Black Doom has been absent ever since Shadow’s last fight with him..it’s highly unlikely he’s just coming back. Though, not impossible. {event}

Eventually Starz stopped running, struggling to catch her breath. Leaning on her knees as her body aches from the physical exertion. The mutations..they never really did her any favors when it came to her physical state. Without Doom guiding it— she was left for dead..bastard.

• “Damn it..fucking hate this...”

She was frustrated, frustrated that she didn’t just knock that idiot that tried to expose her out. That she never just— ended all of their lives just so she could live. It was always about her being a doom soldier..not some person, not someone to converse with. She’s a monster to them and they’d never accept her, hypocrites..that’s what they were in her eyes, they accept the ultimate life form but when they see a lone doom soldier too weak to physically do any harm they raise pitchforks and weapons at her! She hated it..

• “Next time…next fucking time. They’re dead…”

She smacks herself in the head as her temper was boiling over, holding her head tightly as she was just trying to calm herself now as she fully recovered her stamina..once more about to walk away. {Sta}

Hearing all of Cyanide’s thoughts she just flinches, gritting her teeth as she couldn’t stop herself. Yet another issue with the mutations..damn it all.

• “Stupid..fucking..so loud..”

She turns to Cyanide her eyes practically like daggers from underneath her hood as she looks to him, narrowing her eyes as she held her hood with her hands. Making sure that the light was not revealing her face..

“The fuck do you want.”

She’s defensive..not willing to let her guard down for a second..and clearly incredibly tense. {Sta}

She rolls her eyes, not this shit..not again..well at least it seemed like he was trying to actually be nice but, she’s still not sure about his intentions..

“Yeah, so what? It’s not like I couldn’t have handled those idiots back there myself if I wanted to. I’m completely fine and there is nothing wrong.”

She can’t stand it..just, everything. She wants to go home, she wants to just— close her eyes. She just wanted to be alone since the world at nearly every turn just wanted to fuck her over all over again..and she couldn’t let that affect her mother.

“What? Are you just gonna be some new asshole that tries to warm up to me? Just to lure me into a trap?” {Sta}

• “Oh here we go-“

Before Cyanide can even finish Skylar’s eyes glow as she’s really pissed off now as he mentions Shadow, yeah, sure they accept him. But that’s mainly because he was here before doom. Before the doom soldiers. Before the rest of his fucking kind. She’s arrived after that invasion and much more they’ve done and is judged based off of the history of her kind rather than who she was.

“OH YEAH TALK BOUT SHADOW, THE FUCKHEAD WHO GOT HERE BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE. THE SAME ONE WHO SLAUGHTERED SO MANY OF HIS OWN SPECIES, THE SAME WHO WITHOUT HESITATION ELIMINATED ANYMORE HE FOUND ON SIGHT AND ENCOURAGED THE EXTINCTION OF DOOM SOLDIERS YEAH?!—“

She stomps her foot on the ground as Psionic energy was overflowing from her, underneath the hood as it shifts from the intensity of this energy her anger palpable as she grits her teeth, holding her hood down tighter to keep her face hidden as she tried to just, calm herself, she can’t snap, not here..well, not like it mattered. It wouldn’t change much with how they view her probably.

”It makes me fucking sick..you..fucking hypocrites just judge HOWEVER you fucking want..just because the heroes made it out as the ONLY DAMED WAY IT CAN GO. Oh just go FUCK YOURSELVES—”

The ground beneath her was begining to crack as wind was picking up, she’s incredibly pissed. The frustration of the situation she’s in just built and built and built, just getting more and more frustrating because she can’t change anything about it..she couldn’t do anything to prove them wrong..no one would listen to her or even bother to try and judge her properly so why should she even try?! It’d be better if she just became exactly what they wanted her to be! But if it weren’t for her mother she would’ve done so already so many times over! {Sta}

“ฬђคՇ ฬ๏ยɭ๔ เՇ єשєภ ๓คՇՇєг รђคгเภﻮ ๓ץ ภค๓є ฬเՇђ ร๏๓є гคภ๔๏๓ קєгร๏ภ..ภ๏ ๏ภє ฬ๏ยɭ๔ ɭเรՇєภ..ภ๏ ๏ภє ฬ๏ยɭ๔ ɭเรՇєภ.”

• What would it even matter if I shared my name with some random person..no one would listen..NO ONE WOULD LISTEN.”

Her voice was distorting, that tongue indescribable but clearly related to her species..perhaps just a more natural language to them? No..likely not, she’s far too angry to really be using anything like that and seemed far more comfortable in English according to even their dialect. But she’s not reaching her hand out, staying back from Cyanide..her eyes still glaring daggers at him while Psionic energy continues to overflow from her..though it seemed to calm for a little bit..

• (“I actually can’t fucking take it anymore?..I’m actually done with trying to deal with this..”)

Starz closes her eyes, just taking deep breaths..slowly beginning to calm herself down but it’s pretty clear that the damage done to Starz while, not physical. She’s mentally scarred by the world, she’s judged for something she had never been apart of..despite being likely— the only darkling or doom soldier left..if Shadow had not slaughtered the rest already.

• (“I fucking hate this..fuck..”)

• “…….”

She’d just stand there holding her hood as thoughts swirl like a whirlwind in her mind, combined with Cyanide’s thought process? She’s having the worst headache she’s had since the start of the month..and it’s barely been a few days..what was even her mother’s idea moving here anyways?????? She’s just going to cause more trouble for her if she stays! Though her eyes do seem to give aware her— very intense unease, this deep rooted behavior of hers where she almost can’t belive anything said to her..and that’s likely not even the surface of how her trauma influences her. {Sta}

That feeling Cyanide had? Those thoughts..she could hear them, sense the intention but..sympathy?..

She balls her hands as she tightly holds the hood over her head from her hoodie, trying to keep herself from snapping at him, from letting herself lose control over her temper again. It’s not fair..it’s just not fair..her body was trembling as the thought simmered in her heart more, the way she was treated..her mother was the only person who even bothered to give her a chance, to save her life..to see so many also take advantage of her was sickening to..

She’s just not able to take much more of this anymore..something needs to be done, so she tries to turn to start walking away. Just wanting to try and clear her head before she finally lets loose entirely.. {Sta}

(Well that rp can end here unless cyanide says something else)

“Why do you even care?…You’re not even—…”

She just, remains silent as she stood in place. She can sense energy and through that and what little time she had with the hivemind once before..she knew Cyanide was an Indeasian, at least partly..and, the way she made this obvious was as she removes her hood. Her hail falling down her back while her tail unravels..using her telepathy.

(”Indesian..the energy gives you away..”)

“You’re so lucky..to even have your heritage not be known…you know that?” {Sta}

“When you even have— brief connection to the hivemind?…you tend to be force fed an education or two if Doom decided to let your mind develop…been able to hear your thoughts for a while now and..right now you’re not..stable.”

She’d just stare at her hand, looking at her palm as she’d remove her glove, the cracks in her hand— the damage from the mutations..the only way she could fix it all was the master emerald and there’s not a chance anyone would let her near it..besides that it was destroyed.

“You shouldn’t be surprised, Black Doom was not a stranger to your kind— not in the slightest..though not friendly either..”

She finally looks back towards Cyanide, she knows very little from memory..genuinely remember what the hive mind has at all is impossible for a singular doom soldier, it’s why Black Doom even existed to be the one who could do that impossible task..and yet he still abandoned her on this planet all the same. {Sta}

(Ima sleep)

“They never did stop last memory the hivemind showed, but that’s beside the point if there were just some strays continuing that..”

She rubs her forehead, trying to think about something but his thoughts are just— so damn loud.. Actually, a lot of minds are like that in general, there’s no reason to hide your thinking usually so it makes sense most if not nearly all never had a filter to begin with..

“Emotionally you’re unstable too, which is not helping you at all…look, as much as I’m not willing to pry into anything and fix your issues— they’re about as clear as day with how muddled your head space is..don’t— don’t even try apologizing for it either, you can’t just expect to have random filters in your head at all times you’d never be used to it.”

She places a hand on her hip, her tail flicking to the side as the markings on it glow faintly while holds the bag of snacks she got tighter. {Sta}

“It’s fine, stop apologizing for it fuckin idiot..already said that it can’t be helped so it’s just spilled milk.”

Maybe..not completely calm, but— at least she’s..trying? Actually considering how Black Doom genetically modified snd engineered soldiers it’s likely after a generation darklings have a natural hatred to most creatures, making Starz along side shadow quite unique for getting past that barrier. Likely due to the influence of someone else..actually..who’d even teach Starz to have been more considerate like this?

“Just— call me Starz. That’s been my name since..fuck— when I was found by that idiot? Stupid name but I guess that’s what happens when your foster parent is an art teacher…”

It was clear Starz actually liked the name a lot, just wouldn’t admit it.. {Sta}

Starz would momentarily freeze for a moment, clearing her throat as she was trying to not look as if she appreciated the affirmation..that she usually only got from her mother. Just looking away for a brief moment trying to hide the actual fact she genuinely was a bit happy..

“Yeah— whatever....”

She’s clearly still— not, “calm” calm..but she did have her temper back under control for the most part, but seems like there will be plenty of problems for her enough for a lifetime and then some..it was incredibly frustrating but the fact she held on this long is a testament to how well she can hold herself back.

“Oh and before I forget..you’re part of the restoration? People listened to you— somewhat..so I’m just kinda assuming you’re either that or law enforcement.” {Sta}

“I’m not here to give you some moral support or advice..but don’t you dare quit— there’s already too few of the so called heroes helping as is with the world..”

She’d look back behind her, the direction of her home? Maybe. But she’s not admitting to it or saying anything about it..then just looks back to Cyanide...a hand on her forehead as she seems to be trying to word something as nicely as possible..

“Whatever you’re dealing with is gonna have to wait, much as I wanna avoid having anything to do with the whole— Enerjak situation? If he’s not dealt with the world is gone anyways then you REALLY feel like a damned failure compared to just losing a single person while at least TRYING to do anything..”

She is clearly not good at being positive. Though Starz knows that Cyanide is guilty about— something, whatever it is considering the thoughts she heard earlier? He likely failed to save someone or whatever snd can’t get over it because he’s “a failure.” She can’t help but feel annoyed at that prospect…that’s all it takes for a hero to break? Fail to save a single individual? Really? Even if she cared about that person she may be distraught but she’d at least be doing something with her time if it were her! {Sta}

She just stares at Cyanide, listening and once he got to the point where he says “you don’t know” it already makes her more frustrated..is he seriously going with that argument? Pathetic.

“I don’t care what you’ve done because that’s not the point right now. You are wasting time by crying like a little bitch when you could stop things from getting worse! If this is really what the restoration trains as the people to help save the world clearly I’ve gotta step in now!”

She’d start to walk away, not angry, not actually seeming like she hates cyanide..just stating the reality of the situation. She is frustrated again but, she’s not really angry specifically at Cyanide..though the way he’s giving up did piss her off. The markings on her tail glowing with her eyes as she’s just— trying to understand, trying to sympathize but..his reasons just never lined up with her. He’s fought, he’s failed, he’s gotten back up, he’s been made to do things he regrets.. what’s the fucking difference when compared to what it takes to save the most you can?

“So how about you save your issues for another time and maybe grow a pair already and get things done! Then just MAYBE after the fact you can actually feel sorry for yourself when there’s the time to do so!”

She’d focus her Psionic energy while taking a deep breath, outting on her hood again as she reaches for her phone in her pocket and sending a text to her mother that she’s gonna go out for a bit..which..hopefully won’t have consequences..but she genuinely is just, tired. She’s tired of standing by at this rate because she wants so bad to protect her mother, to keep her safe..but she can’t do that with idiots like Cyanide just throwing in the towel!

• “I’m not letting my mother die just because everyone can’t get over themselves..”

Then, she uses her psycokenisis to launch herself into the air and blasting off..she had an idea, she hated it, her mother was probably gonna kill her for it, but she can’t just sit still anymore. Even if she has to fight with Shadow or whoever else wants to kill her she doesn’t care. She just wants her mother to live.. {Sta}

tul!edit > She just stares at Cyanide, listening and once he got to the point where he says “you don’t know” it already makes her more frustrated..is he seriously going with that argument? Pathetic.

“I don’t care what you’ve done because that’s not the point right now. You are wasting time by crying like a little bitch when you could stop things from getting worse! If this is really what the restoration trains as the people to help save the world clearly I’ve gotta step in now!”

She’d start to walk away, not angry, not actually seeming like she hates cyanide..just stating the reality of the situation. She is frustrated again but, she’s not really angry specifically at Cyanide..though the way he’s giving up did piss her off. The markings on her tail glowing with her eyes as she’s just— trying to understand, trying to sympathize but..his reasons just never lined up with her. He’s fought, he’s failed, he’s gotten back up, he’s been made to do things he regrets.. what’s the fucking difference when compared to what it takes to save the most you can?

“So how about you save your issues for another time and maybe grow a pair already and get things done! Then just MAYBE after the fact you can actually feel sorry for yourself when there’s the time to do so!”

She’d focus her Psionic energy while taking a deep breath, outting on her hood again as she reaches for her phone in her pocket and sending a text to her mother that she’s gonna go out for a bit..which..hopefully won’t have consequences..but she genuinely is just, tired. She’s tired of standing by at this rate because she wants so bad to protect her mother, to keep her safe..but she can’t do that with idiots like Cyanide just throwing in the towel!

tul!edit -# “I’m not letting my mother die just because everyone can’t get over themselves..”

Then, she uses her psycokenisis to launch herself into the air and blasting off..she had an idea, she hated it, her mother was probably gonna kill her for it, but she can’t just sit still anymore. Even if she has to fight with Shadow or whoever else wants to kill her she doesn’t care. She just wants her mother to live..

Starz is still young, she has no idea what Cyanide is going through and is impulsive..there’s no telling what she’s gonna do. {event}

)

(Well I’d say that ended well, Starz dosen’t hate ya…much)

(Starz’ dialogue is still funny to me because it reminds me of a very specific clip)

https://youtu.be/24RqYwzdjaY?is=Kh7t16fhcNV16E47
basically the same energy

man I wonder what he’ll do with that )