=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Happy birthday to me, here’s a Jungle Juice RP! Anyway discussion thread is in the place where discussion threads are, and there is a discord server. Let’s get right into it!
HIVE was a vast underground complex that housed most of the insect-humans still alive following the massacre ten years ago, as well as any sympathetic humans. Deep in the bowels of it, not quite at the center, lay the university that was the largest symbol of hope for the entonoid population: NEONEST. Modeled after the original NEST, this school maintained many of the same traditions through nostalgia, the greatest one being… the cure.
Not that Minji cared at all about that. Her antennae twitched, hands deep in her pockets, as she trudged towards the university. Sure, her forelegs got in the way more often than not and the wing carapace on her back made sitting a chore, but all in all, the past was the past, and she didn’t see much point in trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Being fused with the titan beetle wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her— and hey, now she could outsquat anyone at the gym. Assuming they didn’t freak out first.
Minji yawned, waving halfheartedly to any people who passed at this ungodly hour of the morning, her mandibles snapping shut with her mouth. Being nocturnal meant that she was most awake around midnight and it went downhill until about noon— but the keyword there was “most,” because she was always tired; moving around all the beetle-added weight on her was a pain in the ass.
Though in no way did she have any idea why NEONEST thought it was a good idea to hold their entrance exam at approximately five thirty in the morning. The twenty-something ran a hand through her flop of reddish brown hair, careful to avoid the long antennae poking out of her head. Maybe my sense of time is just off. Like, really really off. Minji shrugged to no one and continued on her way.
By the time Minji arrived in the “courtyard” of the university— really more like an open area with some hardy plants toughing it out in the underground—there were already a few insect-humans there. Including a couple diurnal ones, which supported Minji’s thought that yeah, it was probably her own sense of time that was skewed. The ceilings were high, high enough to easily accommodate herself and other, more dedicated flyers, and the whole place was dimly lit with streetlamp-esque structures, so that light from building windows made them seem to glow.
Minji looked around, taking in the growing throngs of people. She didn’t know what was in store for them here, but she was sure it was going to be fun.
HIVE was a vast underground complex that housed most of the insect-humans still alive following the massacre ten years ago, as well as any sympathetic humans. Deep in the bowels of it, not quite at the center, lay the university that was the largest symbol of hope for the entonoid population: NEONEST. Modeled after the original NEST, this school maintained many of the same traditions through nostalgia, the greatest one being… the cure.
Not that Minji cared at all about that. Her antennae twitched, hands deep in her pockets, as she trudged towards the university. Sure, her forelegs got in the way more often than not and the wing carapace on her back made sitting a chore, but all in all, the past was the past, and she didn’t see much point in trying to pretend it didn’t happen. Being fused with the titan beetle wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her— and hey, now she could outsquat anyone at the gym. Assuming they didn’t freak out first.
Minji yawned, waving halfheartedly to any people who passed at this ungodly hour of the morning, her mandibles snapping shut with her mouth. Being nocturnal meant that she was most awake around midnight and it went downhill until about noon— but the keyword there was “most,” because she was always tired; moving around all the beetle-added weight on her was a pain in the ass.
Though in no way did she have any idea why NEONEST thought it was a good idea to hold their entrance exam at approximately five thirty in the morning. The twenty-something ran a hand through her flop of reddish brown hair, careful to avoid the long antennae poking out of her head. Maybe my sense of time is just off. Like, really really off. Minji shrugged to no one and continued on her way.
By the time Minji arrived in the “courtyard” of the university— really more like an open area with some hardy plants toughing it out in the underground—there were already a few insect-humans there. Including a couple diurnal ones, which supported Minji’s thought that yeah, it was probably her own sense of time that was skewed. The ceilings were high, high enough to easily accommodate herself and other, more dedicated flyers, and the whole place was dimly lit with streetlamp-esque structures, so that light from building windows made them seem to glow.
Minji looked around, taking in the growing throngs of people. She didn’t know what was in store for them here, but she was sure it was going to be fun.
