Don't Call It A Gift

psl for blind_devil

Fri, 11 Apr 2025 17:48:30 GMT

Noriko was at work--a fairly nondescript coffeeshop in the city--and while it had mostly been safe among the ever-turbulent tide of anti-mutant sentiment, this afternoon was apparently when her luck decided to run out. Normally she didn't use her powers openly while there, though the gauntlets she wore weren't exactly un-noticeable. But someone had asked her to light the candles that lit the reading area, and she'd done so as easily as she could, via a little spark of electricity between her fingertips.

The following shouts about her being a mutant were getting louder as she backed up against the nearest wall.

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circus au: beginnings

Fri, 11 Apr 2025 15:46:59 GMT

Ashida Noriko, aged barely thirteen, had at last found the Circus Gelhaar; three years prior, they'd come through Japan, and with her family she'd gone to see them, and discovered that the acrobat she'd been so fascinated by was not just a man in body paint and a costume.

Kurt had been real as she was, she was sure--blue-skinned and tail and three-fingered hands and all. And Nori had been entranced then and there. She'd had no way of knowing, back then, that a scant few months later she'd start showing signs of manifesting a mutant ability of her own, though the signs had been mistaken for other problems. Medication had done nothing to solve the constancy of her racing thoughts and endless energy, and when she'd finally manifested fully--and shattered everything glass in her vicinity with a blinding cascade of electrical current--the eventuality of her leaving had been all but written on the wall.

Actually running away had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but the six months she'd traveled following the circus had finally come to an end as she crept closer to the back of a truck, climbing up to hopefully sleep in the bed.

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psl: for Geralt

Sat, 07 Sep 2024 17:43:51 GMT

Noriko ending up in another universe entirely had not been expected.

She could survive, sure, despite the weird names of things and the, uh, unsettling frequency of monsters that seemed to delight in nothing more than the idea of chomping on her head or assorted squishy bits. But she was rapidly getting tired of people directing her towards the monsters as if she was supposed to know what they were. Which is how she came to be arguing with a man while holding the leg (antenna? arm? mandible? hard to say) of whatever creature she'd killed for the bounty.

"Look, my guy. You pointed me at the big ugly bug thing, I killed the big ugly bug thing, now's the part where you pay up. Or you get to find out how I killed the big ugly bug thing."

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psl: reposession is a fact of life

Thu, 02 Jun 2022 01:51:12 GMT

When Noriko strolled through the door expecting to be back in her world, she had anticipated the bar dumping her back out actually into her world: about twelve feet past the door on her skates she realized quite abruptly that was not the case.

And came to a dead stop, balancing rocking on her skates as she takes in her surroundings.

"....What the legitimate fuck is this," she says out loud, head cocked and hands in her pockets. Her beacon-bright blue hair is almost luminous; someone might want to tell her to move.

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psl: hellscape

Mon, 12 Oct 2020 19:12:39 GMT

Noriko had her head bent over the sink in the small bathroom she and Kurt had in the odd-shaped attic room they shared, rinsing out dye. He'd explained it to her one time before: he didn't fit in a regular, rectangular room, so why should he force it? When she'd moved in with him she'd simply adopted herself into the space, the result being a mish-mash of his circus style and her more modern, minimalist one.

The result had been homey and comfortable until Belasco. A full year and change (sixteen months, the others had said, but it had felt to Nori like a decade or more) in Limbo had brought about changes to them both. Kurt had more scars, and his body had regressed to the whipcord tautness of his youth: the most notable change of either of them were the horns spiraling down from his forehead and around his elfin ears.

Noriko too had gained a few scars, though not as design-minded as Kurt's: hers were burns up her arms, even higher than before up her biceps to nearly her shoulders, looking like hellfire had engulfed her arms. (It wasn't wrong.) Her gauntlets were heavier now, because her left arm stopped abruptly just above the elbow joint: it was a cybernetic hookup, that forearm and hand, though it looked no different to the other one and functioned no differently either.

It still worked in unison with her right hand to work out the dye, a bright electrified blue from her scalp darkening to navy and midnight at the ends. Her hair she'd shorn off unceremoniously when they got back, unwilling to see it and feel it with the smell of sulfur and Belasco's home, where he'd kept them. It had only just grown out again, the longest tip of hair barely touching her chin. She was re-dyeing it as Kurt tried prying off the gold and silver rings clamped to his horns, dripping chains and jewels into his hair, beginning to curl again.

"Hey. Do you want some help?" she asked.

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psl for forthejoyofit : sex and other activities

Tue, 16 Jun 2020 03:55:43 GMT

Noriko--still sans underwear, because she hadn't bothered looking--unlocked the door to her apartment to let them in, tossing her keys on the hook and herself on the giant pillow-like couch, legs spread as wide as her playful smile under the hem of her skirt. The place was small, but tidy; the bed was up in a loft over the kitchen, though it was plenty big enough to accommodate them both for anything they might well want to do.

"I hope the show earlier didn't tire you out," she teased, inching up her skirt to show off her thighs. She could plainly see he was still hard in his trousers and Nori definitely intended to make use of that.

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psl: camgirl (for thor)

Fri, 03 Apr 2020 05:00:27 GMT

With the sun setting and the day ending, Noriko flips open her laptop to connect to a webcam show: she's clothed enough in a cutoff shirt and thong, laying on her bed while the camera focuses. Her headphones are on, the music broadcasting as she types in the accompanying chat box. It's not a bad side hustle, this thing she does online; she doesn't get harassed, she gets to show off a body she's worked to get and keep, and the people on the other side of the screen get their jollies. Win-win, in her opinion.

And then she sees the familiar name that means Thor is watching, and switches it to a private video, only viewable to him as she shifts to sit up, showing off how little she's wearing as she gets comfortable. With him she doesn't have to put on a show to be titillating.

"I wondered if you'd be on sometime," she says, already imagining Thor on the other end of the connection, wondering what he's doing where she can't see him. "Hi, baby."

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psl: holodeckin'

Fri, 13 Mar 2020 02:36:01 GMT

One thing about Noriko that relatively few people ever understood was her love for science fiction. Good, bad, and nearly everything in-between, she loved disecting the worlds, examining the theories and the ways things functioned in those universes. It was an escape, but it was a good time too, and something that could be done with company.

Lately she had more of that than not with Remy, and having remembered how utterly turned on he'd gotten from an experiment with fooling around in the elevator, she'd had an idea: both of them had seen Star Trek, or enough of it to know what a turbolift was. It wasn't the real thing, but not being the actual elevator with actual students and other staff walking through while the two of them had hands all over each other could only help.

"Remember that thing we did like...two weeks ago? In the elevator?" she asked, head perched in Remy's lap as he played with shuffling his cards, and she read a book. Or pretended to read it, anyway.

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PSL for Hannibal, post-concert

Mon, 05 Aug 2019 22:53:01 GMT

"Not that I mind a field trip, but how exactly did you talk the Professor into me staying in your house?"

She was still wearing her concert attire, leaning against the doorjamb of Hannibal's house. Helpfully, she had clothes with her, though how well they measured up to what she wore at a semi-formal event was anyone's guess. She was a reasonably polite guest thus far, short of this hesitation: nothing had yet mandated she get mouthy or violent.

"Should I take off my heels or do you not hold to that tradition?" She knew enough of her therapist by now to know he had connections to Japan and the culture, but how far those extended was unknown.

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psl: jamie (past scotland)

Tue, 11 Jun 2019 05:00:48 GMT

She'd gone back, through the stones this time, to a place she hoped had changed enough for her to live, and stayed the same enough for Jamie to like it still. It was weird, the sensation of traveling that way was like nothing she'd ever experienced before: it was like feeling the whole of your body squished like a toothpaste tube, and then nothing. And then waking up in the same place, but wildly different.

When she lifted her head, she didn't see Jamie anywhere, and wondered if the things had to recharge or something. But it hadn't happened when she'd taken him back with her to New York for all those months. Still, she had clutched the backpack with the clothes she'd gotten to help her blend in (help, not insure, to Jamie's chagrin she still hated wearing stays) and...maybe she'd have to wait outside the ring? Neither of them were really read up on how these things worked.

But half an hour turned to an hour and then two, then three, and the sun was going down before Jamie came through.

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PENANCE: IC inbox

Thu, 06 Jun 2019 20:32:32 GMT

INBOX text / audio / video / action You've reached Ashida Noriko. I can't answer right now, leave me a message. code credit

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psl for thor

Sat, 01 Jun 2019 02:01:42 GMT

If you had asked Noriko twenty-four hours ago where she thought she would be, on another plane of existence trying to worm herself into unfamiliar (and weirdly diaphanous) clothing while shouting through the door at other people would not have been her answer. But here she was, rapidly deciding that the dress made of some kind of very annoyingly clingy fabric was not at all worth the effort.

So her skinny jeans and boots it was, arms crossed over her chest because her shirt was in shreds as she opened the door. "I'm gonna need a shirt, might wanna get on that," Nori said shortly, in a tone that left no room for argument, before shutting it in the guard's face again. She still had her fans, footlong blades in steel with silk between, blunt-ended but strong.

The booming knock on the door not five minutes later made her eye the portal critically, calling out before she decided to open it. "If that's not my shirt, we're going to have some issues."

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PSL: Magneto

Mon, 04 Mar 2019 04:50:01 GMT

Noriko is rarely without her gauntlets, but obscenely early on this particular morning she is bare-armed for a reason, black latex gloves masking her hands and a black tee shirt masking her shoulders from the hair dye currently being applied to her head. Her roots are growing in a little faster than she'd like, so the darkest color blue is going on her scalp, and getting lightened as she goes down.

Notably this is only on most of her hair, because once the dye is in and sectioned off to set in properly Noriko is clicking on a pair of electric clippers and giving herself a side undercut. Might as well keep thing interesting.

Mags would be forgiven for wondering exactly what is going on given his twenty-year-old girlfriend is in nothing other than the tee shirt and gloves, perched on the bathroom counter to clean her edges. You know, a you do.

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PSL: Jamie in New York City

Tue, 04 Dec 2018 04:43:02 GMT

It was one thing to live alone in the metropolitan jungle that was New York by oneself: it was entirely another to be doing it with the sudden addition of a better than six-foot Scot from Ye Olden Days who had a lot of ideas about how people should behave. Noriko, case in point, was spending more and more time bemused at James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser's continual learning curve and decided she'd take it easy on the guy for a night, and actually walk him through modern socialization.

So she came back to her apartment in her work clothes and changed into something comfortable and moderately stylish, being leather skinny jeans with a raspberry tunic and boots, leaving the shopping bag with clothes of a similar nature for Jamie by the door. "Come on," she called, coming back downstairs to pick up a jacket. "Come out with me, I want to take you to see someplace you'll like." It was quiet--not a club after the first try of that had gone sideways--and outdoors, somewhere he could at least feel a little more at home. She figured the Loch in Central Park was as close to the Highlands as one could get without leaving the island.

"Do you trust me?"

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psl: obi-wan

Mon, 08 Oct 2018 05:07:57 GMT

Being on her back with someone over her was not, it should have been said, an entirely new position for Noriko, but rolling around in the dirt with a Tusken trying to avoid being pummeled with a gaderffii stick was. Sure, she knew they were mean little shits--she had signed up to recover goods they'd stolen lately, and Nori wasn't stupid--but she'd hardly expected to have one of them get the drop on her.

Thankfully the stick was caught in two pairs of hands each pulling it in opposing directions: Noriko was trying to get it away from the Tusken, who was trying to keep hitting her with it. She gave him a hard shove with one heavy-booted foot, turning her head as a loud snap of electric-like current came from her hands. She really didn't want to advertise the abilities she had, but she also really didn't want to be bludgeoned to death in the middle of nowhere in a desert.

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PSL for Jaime

Wed, 29 Aug 2018 04:04:33 GMT

Noriko had, finally, consented to wearing what might be deemed proper clothing for a lady--depending on exactly what kind of lady you were talking about and who you asked. She still wore trousers, though fitted ones beneath the flowy, open-backed tunic she'd had made (it was easy, it was cool, she did not care what other people thought about it).

She rather liked the city, at least much better than the country outside of it, though she hadn't seen much of it since getting an idea: she was going to make Jaime a hand that moved. She'd seen prosthetics in her own world that could do so, and they weren't even the complicated bioelectrically-powered ones. Sure, the old dudes in robes and chains had a lot to say about it, but the opinions of old guys who didn't know what she was doing were not her problem. It was with that mindset, and the lax hand held by the strings that would hopefully control the fingers, that she breezed through Jaime's door, calling out.

"Hey, Blondie! You free for an hour or two? I got something I need you to try on."

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Disney trip

Tue, 06 Mar 2018 17:57:52 GMT

Noriko was fascinated by the idea of going to a theme park with Remy, looking forward to spending time with her intended doing something decidedly not dangerous. She'd never been to Disney our Florida at all, but currently was sitting on the bed in the jet, gently rubbing lotion into her newly un-cast leg. She was still trying to reacquaint herself with not seeing people fiberglass every time. It was still a bit slow going with moving around and she had a brace to wear if she needed it: by far the most difficult challenge was having to take her time taking back up to her normal level of motion and stamina.

She stretched out her foot and poked her snoozing boyfriend gently with a toe, watching for his eyes to crack open: Noriko loved the colors of Remy's eyes, finding the colors beautifully exotic.

"Still sleepy?" she asked, crawling up beside him and flooding over onto her back. "I didn't think the sex was that vigorous."

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moving day in NYC (aftermath)

Fri, 12 Jan 2018 04:08:35 GMT

Noriko was lying curled in the fetal position just inside the door when Remy came home. No matter how much whatever she had broken hurt--and it hurt--staying outside when she couldn't run if need be was just stupid. So despite the searing pain in her ribs, several of which were likely cracked, and the stomach-turning echo in her right leg she'd wormed her way through the door to the apartment and cried for her phone to voice-dial her boyfriend.

She was going to need a hospital no matter how much she hated them. Bruises they could deal with, cuts could be glued together or bandaged, but broken bones needed a doctor. It still didn't really process in her head that all of the injuries she'd now sustained were just because she'd been open about being a mutant, because she thought things had quieted down enough to not hide in plain sight. Apparently she'd been wrong.

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oom: curl up and dye

Fri, 13 Oct 2017 20:18:35 GMT

Noriko is found on the floor in her room, lying on the comfortable moss-and-rock-and-pond patterned rug in the late Milliways afternoon sun, surfing internet images. It's about time she got her undercut re-done, and she should consider colors and designs. It's just one of those things, usual upkeep for constantly changing hair: there are, too, pages up for vinyl headphone skins, clothing and fashion, among other things.

She also has the Hamilton soundtrack going--the CD case lying beside the laptop with scribbled signatures all over the cover design--and her headphones over her ears, blocking out most noises but the music.

Time for relaxation.

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OOM: What's ya name, man?

Sat, 07 Oct 2017 02:25:43 GMT

Noriko is busy tugging on strands of her hair, making sure it lays right, as she waits with Remy in the bar for Hannibal and Sinric: she's recently had her hair re-dyed, the roots dark navy and lightening along its newly trimmed length to a light sky blue. It's mostly twined up in a knot safe from her drumming fingers as she fidgets with the tickets she has. They're waiting at a table for the others and Nori takes the time not passed with snatches of conversation wondering whether this outing is going to end in the same vein as the last place she took Hannibal.

She hopes not.

"I'm kind of excited to see the original cast before they all split," she says idly. "I mean...the guys are kinda cute. Way better than the stodgy boring portraits of old white dudes you get in history books." She waits a beat, giving a little smile. "Nothing on you though. Unless you happen to have green satin breeches, in which case..."

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psl for Druitt

Mon, 11 Sep 2017 21:15:32 GMT

It wasn't unusual for the students at the school, of which population Noriko was a member, to screw around between classes with their powers. After all, half the point of the school was to learn to use what they had, and with that came, naturally, experimentation. The problem came in when the aforementioned powers didn't...get along, as it were. Noriko had just been fooling around making Julian's hair stand on end, an act which made him pissy and amused her. And it would have stopped there had he not decided to contain her electricity in a small bubble around her, with the unexpected result that it kept building.

Nori had only ever not electrocuted something when she meant to once, and it had been just as unexpected then as it was now when she felt a jolt and stumbled on the carpet, catching herself on a display table before falling. She still had her bookbag slung over a shoulder, beacon-bright hair more or less covered by a slouchy cap against the early winter chill from New York. Her shirtsleeves were already pushed up, leaving her no trouble with the channeling of current.

Looking up the disappearance of her classmates got Noriko's attention pretty quickly, and though the hallways looked similar enough, there were notable differences: no students, no teachers, no...people, it seemed.

Which left her with the small problem of figuring out what happened. And where she was.

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Sun, 30 Jul 2017 02:09:48 GMT

Noriko had hung her newly-made glass ball succulent gardens above the stairs by the time Remy came up to her room, leaving her sitting cross-legged on the bed in her cleverly arranged sleeping loft; it was out of the way of actually living in the little room, but it didn't require her to be overly fastidious in cleaning every time she wanted to change spaces.

She was pruning the bonsai garden by the bed anyway when she smiled down at him, gesturing him up with a tilt of her head. "Hey, Cajun. Guess what I went to get today?" she asked, scooting over to give Remy room to sit with her. It was a comfortable bed, she liked being in it: nice and cozy for serious cuddle times.

"I mean, it's kind of crazy to think I had almost two grand this morning and now have four pieces of paper in return, but...that's where we stand." The tickets were in an envelope, sitting on the coffee table.

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pathema app

Tue, 11 Apr 2017 03:02:32 GMT

PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Sage
AGE: 29; February 3
CONTACT: private message, or email to alchemistseraph@gmail.com
CHARACTERS PLAYED: none yet!

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Ashida Noriko (anglicized as Noriko Ashida, I'm fine with either)
CANON: X-Men comics
CANON POINT: specifically New X-Men #22 or thereabouts (immediately following the Decimation)
GENDER: Female.
AGE: Noriko is 18 as of this canon point.

BACKGROUND: Noriko's in-game canon will stop before the subheading 'Nimrod'
PAST GAME MEMORIES: She's coming in fresh! No past game memories here.
SUITABILITY: Nori is been on her own before, and though she did live on the fringes of society, she survived quite well and blossomed once she arrived at the school, which was not in itself the paragon of normalcy. Nori isn't a blushing virgin about the psychology of sex, and she's pretty used to the iea of biology forcing her hand, as it were; while we are never told explicitly how Noriko got from Tokyo to New York, as a young woman with no money and very little else left to lose in her mind, it's not hard to put the pieces of supply and demand together. It's very likely she's had experience with needing to have sex in the face of consequences, or at least of having to engage in some form of intimacy under duress.

FIT: Noriko brings a rare perspective to the game: she's thoroughly modern and is a vocal feminist, which could lead to a fair bit of rebelling against the mandate of sex, but could also be a tremendous force behind equalizing how the other participants handle sex mentally. She's also a mutant, and one not afraid of being recognized as such in public, which means she's very used to doing what she needs to do, whether or not she likes it, to survive and thrive. She may be young, but Noriko is not your average teenager in many ways, and she brings her determination to bear in her actions. That said, though, she's not incredibly calm and level-headed either; she's at the point in her life where what shes doing, fighting for her rights (as a person, a woman, and to exist at all) is more important than ever.

ORIENTATION: Noriko is shown to be straight heterosexual, having a boyfriend in canon. We are never shown any canon evidence of bisexuality or homosexuality in Noriko.

SAMPLES:Here!
For Noriko's collar, I have an idea of her wearing something solid and resembling a mobius strip (the mathematical object plane with one side, like this)

ANYTHING ELSE? Noriko, as mentioned above, is a mutant from the X-Men comics world. Specifically, she's an electrokinetic mutant, with the additional abilities to project and direct electricity and concussive, lightning-like blasts, and run at speeds up to several hundred miles an hour. While I would prefer her abilities be dampened and not nullified, I'm open to almost any extent of that dampening and would love to hear what you guys think, especially about her base electrokinesis.

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psl with Druitt

Thu, 30 Mar 2017 01:36:03 GMT

Noriko has grown...well, almost accustomed to there being someone non-mutant in the school; given that she'd been the one to come across him first. That didn't mean she was particularly fond of the guy, though, and hadn't gone to seek him out while he'd been at the school, though she'd run across him a few times.

Today she was occupied in the library in a pair of jeans and a cutoff shirt, hunched over a spread of engineering books and a tablet. She's deep in studying, but contrary to the quiet most people expect of an empty library she has headphones on thudding out French rap.

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OOM: Concert, part 2

Thu, 16 Feb 2017 22:45:36 GMT

The stage itself is backed by a huge screen, big enough to nearly be an IMAX presentation, and the orchestra is in front, chairs empty. They're fashionably close to the starting time, because Noriko hates being late, and she didn't want to be too early: tucking her free hand in her coat pocket she walks with Hannibal, trying to keep her heels from clicking too loudly on the floor.

The seats printed on both tickets are quite good, being the center of the closest balcony, where the sound will blend and amplify without too much distortion, and a clear view to both the screen and the plalyers, but before they see any of that, there's the lobby to get through.

"Wow," Nori says, looking up at the starburst lights. "This place is pretty huge."

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