Of all things that could have happened, being drafted into what seems to be Christmas-saving preparations wasn't anywhere near the top of the list of Taylor's guesses. This fifteen year old gal takes a look around, a little taken aback by the hectic atmosphere, only to get prompted to go towards the table, where Taylor begins to pack gifts, trying to keep the rhythm up. Her handiwork when packing is sloppy, leaving a lot to be desired when it comes to aesthethic. She's calm, but the way her brow furrows shows she's a tad self-conscious about how it's turning out, she giving priority to speed than to making it look pretty.
Curious thing, though...she keeps shouting alerts about things happening elsewhere in the workshop.
"That pile of gifts is going to topple over! Box at the bottom, it's uneven!" "Dropped toy train, under that table there!" "That yeti over there ran out of gift wrapping!" "One of those little cans of paint is leaking ten feet away from me, it's going to ruin some stuff in around ten seconds, someone please get it!"
Every single one of her alerts turn out to be surprisingly accurate, even though Taylor isn't looking up from her station, always keeping her eyes on the gifts she's wrapping.
C: Firefly
Getting into the Christmas spirit is easy enough for Taylor. She's kind of a generous person by nature, so she's pretty fine with giving things around. She was just done giving one of those shivering match girls a coat, after having bought all of her matches, stashing them away. She has been pretty into this all, and it's easy to find her with a small smile, looking wistfully at someone whose Christmas she just brightened.
"...feels good to make a difference, doesn't it?" she asks conversationally to anyone around her. Just seeing proof that she has improved things, even if it's for now, makes her glad to be here.
D: Wolf Spider (Again, Content Warning for Bugs, here)
Taylor Hebert doesn't like to be cruel or ruthless, but she's more than capable to do it, to an extent even herself is concerned for.
There she is, browsing a file for a particularly selfish and abusive billionaire living in the area. Anyone coming nearby and offering help will get Taylor to look away. "Don't worry, it's fine. I'll give this to someone else." After all, what can this rail-thin girl with glasses and not much of a threatening presence do?
It's really unnerving, though...not that long afterwards, someone who was going to spook this billionaire will find a very, very unnerving scene: bugs. Swarms have formed into a humanoid shape, cornering the billionaire. The buzzing of the swarms mimic human speech to a terrifying degree:
"Before the month ends you will undo those adjustments you made to your company." That's what one of the swarms say, approaching the terrified man. Another one, taking features that vaguely resemble one of the photos from the dossiers related to this billionaire, adds: "Public apology. Nothing can compensate what you did to me, but you must apologize in front of everyone."
Nothing can deny the effectiveness of this. The billionaire looks like he's going to go right now, in middle of the night, to do all the swarms are demanding. It's a tad excessive, admittedly...because this is no illusion, nor is a spirit trying to spook. This is a very real-looking threat, the kind that would happen from someone who isn't playing around. Someone is very experienced at inflicting terror on others, apparently.
NEW CHARACTER: Taylor Hebert | Worm (Content Warning: Bugs)
A: Worker Ant
Of all things that could have happened, being drafted into what seems to be Christmas-saving preparations wasn't anywhere near the top of the list of Taylor's guesses. This fifteen year old gal takes a look around, a little taken aback by the hectic atmosphere, only to get prompted to go towards the table, where Taylor begins to pack gifts, trying to keep the rhythm up. Her handiwork when packing is sloppy, leaving a lot to be desired when it comes to aesthethic. She's calm, but the way her brow furrows shows she's a tad self-conscious about how it's turning out, she giving priority to speed than to making it look pretty.
Curious thing, though...she keeps shouting alerts about things happening elsewhere in the workshop.
"That pile of gifts is going to topple over! Box at the bottom, it's uneven!"
"Dropped toy train, under that table there!"
"That yeti over there ran out of gift wrapping!"
"One of those little cans of paint is leaking ten feet away from me, it's going to ruin some stuff in around ten seconds, someone please get it!"
Every single one of her alerts turn out to be surprisingly accurate, even though Taylor isn't looking up from her station, always keeping her eyes on the gifts she's wrapping.
C: Firefly
Getting into the Christmas spirit is easy enough for Taylor. She's kind of a generous person by nature, so she's pretty fine with giving things around. She was just done giving one of those shivering match girls a coat, after having bought all of her matches, stashing them away. She has been pretty into this all, and it's easy to find her with a small smile, looking wistfully at someone whose Christmas she just brightened.
"...feels good to make a difference, doesn't it?" she asks conversationally to anyone around her. Just seeing proof that she has improved things, even if it's for now, makes her glad to be here.
D: Wolf Spider (Again, Content Warning for Bugs, here)
Taylor Hebert doesn't like to be cruel or ruthless, but she's more than capable to do it, to an extent even herself is concerned for.
There she is, browsing a file for a particularly selfish and abusive billionaire living in the area. Anyone coming nearby and offering help will get Taylor to look away. "Don't worry, it's fine. I'll give this to someone else." After all, what can this rail-thin girl with glasses and not much of a threatening presence do?
It's really unnerving, though...not that long afterwards, someone who was going to spook this billionaire will find a very, very unnerving scene: bugs. Swarms have formed into a humanoid shape, cornering the billionaire. The buzzing of the swarms mimic human speech to a terrifying degree:
"Before the month ends you will undo those adjustments you made to your company." That's what one of the swarms say, approaching the terrified man. Another one, taking features that vaguely resemble one of the photos from the dossiers related to this billionaire, adds: "Public apology. Nothing can compensate what you did to me, but you must apologize in front of everyone."
Nothing can deny the effectiveness of this. The billionaire looks like he's going to go right now, in middle of the night, to do all the swarms are demanding. It's a tad excessive, admittedly...because this is no illusion, nor is a spirit trying to spook. This is a very real-looking threat, the kind that would happen from someone who isn't playing around. Someone is very experienced at inflicting terror on others, apparently.