Just a Jade.

Just a Jade.

(OOC) 3 days ago

@gardenedGloxinia[GG]

(( Going off of Jade’s description alone won’t help anybody, so here’s the basis for this Jade in particular: she comes from a AU that I’ve personally crafted called PLAGUESTUCK. It’s exactly what it might sound like, to be honest. The group all won the game as normal and settled themselves on Earth C, and were already discussing plans on how to make life better on the celestial body they’ve now inherited. Then, some rumors started spreading around about a apparently new disease… one that (at the time) was effectively their planet’s version of the Flu from Earth. The gods paid it no mind but made sure to get people working on some kind of vaccine for it, Jade included as she personally wished to assist. Over time though, the virus morphed into something much more deadly. What started as the Flu became chest pains, nausea, skin irritation… eventually after prolonged exposure to it, it had the ability to completely shut down organs and mess with vital parts of the resident’s general physiology, no matter whom they might be. The severity was recognized too late as it took carapacians and trolls infected with it to begin dying to finally get the group to see that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Rescue teams were sent out to get those still in infected “areas” into safe zones where they could be monitored for possible exposure to the disease, during this time at which Jade in particular was leading the front to attempt to get something, ANYTHING made to at the very least slow down the virus in any way, to give them more time. Then, Jane got infected while she was assisting people out of those zones… of course she insisted she was fine but her friends could see her powers and the effects of the sickness effectively battling one another within her body, with the sickness eventually winning out. Everyone else was extremely worried— and reasonably so, but they figured that a death such as this wouldn’t trigger the stipulations of their immortality and she’d be totally fine, right? Well, when she did die, they waited… and waited… and waited. The clock never ended up triggering in the first place, somehow completely bypassing it entirely. At that point, it was pure pandemonium. Jade couldn’t handle all of the constant turmoil, as emotions from slowly but surely grieving her friends as Rose and Dave simply vanished into the ether as everyone else similarly became infected was recycled into sleepless nights of endless trials and tribulations to get some kind of cure made, all for it to come up short. And that resolution began withering into apathy, with the world at large totally uninhabitable. And yet, Jade still held out some semblance, some iota of hope. A few months into the disaster, June and Jade were out with some survivors looking for supplies to bring back to their base camp, and June suggested perhaps checking her grandfather’s island for anything they might be able to use. The island in general was always a sore topic for Jade, and she never ended up going back there once the game was done and dusted. Jake and her were working on renovating the place, but survival mattered far far more than just aesthetics now. Grudges held no weight on a world left barren. Jade agreed to scavenge what she could and bring it back to everyone, and seeing as it was her home for a majority of her life, knew all the nooks and crannies that one could store and utilize really anything. She knew she’d be in for a haul, so she went back and captchalouged a crate from base camp to make storing said supplies easier. Minutes turned into hours as she retreaded over old and desolate ground in search of anything that could be of assistance to the camp at large— food, uninfected clothing, fresh water, toiletries and even a few games of some variety. But, just as she messaged June that she’s gotten everything ready and that she’ll be back soon, she got a message from her. June had gotten infected only recently, but “recently” was enough to doom the Heir of Breath. Not wanting Jade to have to witness her (and simultaneously the camp’s) demise just as she’d witnessed everyone else’s fates, she instead resolved to keep her safe. No matter at the cost to herself. The message had been primed to send in the event of her demise, which not only meant it literally JUST happened… but that was it. (#death) She tried to put her melancholic energy towards a cure of some sort, hours spent toiling away for an outcome that could only really benefit herself. But she soon saw the pointlessness of it all, as she quietly resigned herself to her fate. It took a year or so on the island to pass before anything of note happened, and it was not pretty. Whenever she’d felt like it, she’d brave the broken and barren lands to look for anything left of her friends- to have something to always remember them by. And for that purpose, she fused together one of many spare shower kits, some left over albeit top-of-the-line (for the time) electronic junk she had lying around and a sheet or two of her own personal diagnostics on herself to create a scanning machine. The gist is that it scans her entire body for anything that could be categorized as a threat or virus, but more so it’s exclusively tailored to warn of the infection. Despite using it every morning since then out of fear, and every time AGAIN when she wanted to explore… one day she forgot and still ventured out. So when she woke up the next morning, the infection had already almost spread up her entire arm and was worming its way through fast enough that a choice had to be made now since later would likely never come if it was simply left alone. After properly composing herself and weighing her very limited options, she fashioned herself an axe from inside a storage closet… and without hesitation cuts her entire arm clean off. [#violence #amputation (?) ] She hit the point of no return after this, as she simply stopped caring about anything. Because what would be the point of doing anything, if all of your friends, all of the people you held a responsibility to keep safe just… turned to dust in the wind? All of her adolescence spent wondering why she was left trapped on an island in the middle of the ocean, quietly awaiting and hoping that seeing the game to its completion would allow her to finally live her life, and be happy. Only for absolutely everything and everyone she could ever be close to vanishing along with her hopes and dreams. The last one alive, on a dead world for now 5 whole years. ———————————————————— All this time spent wallowing in apathy and self-pity has made her much more rude and unapologetic. She doesn’t use emoticons, she doesn’t use punctuation. She says what she says and doesn’t care what anyone else might think, because in her mind there isn’t (or wasn’t) anyone left to care at all. This AU has only been around for the better part of a year so I understand if there might be any obvious holes in the storytelling that I’ve simply been leaving alone for the sake of it. Eventually I’ll probably rework this and make it a lot more generally cohesive, and I know there’s a few people who have seen this Jade already in one sense or another. In case you might be reading this, Hi. :) #nsfw as mentioned in the description is to be expected, with the possibility of #nsfwe (don’t expect it though) since at this point in terms of any real IRL interaction she’s honestly feral, and she’ll do anything to be able to look upon another person with her own eyes. She’s simply THAT desperate. In terms of how she might have run into Chittr, it showed up on her computer one day despite all of the WiFi lines having been down for a while, and she eventually constructed some makeshift antennas and satellite dishes that ended up catching a connection… somehow. Once again, I understand the finer details may be rather wonky. Just don’t worry about it for the moment. Last second remention of #death, #nsfw, #amputation, and #violence. If I happened to miss any, please be sure to let me know. :D ))