17 February 2013 @ 03:43 pm

[She says the name hesitantly, not making eye-contact with the camera.]

Let your big sister know if you're lost.

[ She's gone out into the city to take a look. The pink parasol keeps the bright winter sun out of her sensitive eyes, and she lacks any kind of coat over her pretty summer dress. She has no compunction about staring at you freaks and insects, though there are moments where she drifts off into melancholy. ]

[[ooc; Bring to me your madness!]]
28 January 2013 @ 05:13 pm

[ There appears to be a new worker at the Jasmine Dragon. Immaculately dressed with clean makeup, she's an enthusiastic waitress with a flawless smile. It isn't Berthier, of course, but a young brunette with strangely empty eyes. Her name is Yasmine; does anyone remember hiring her? ]

[ She's an efficient worker, that Yasmine, but everyone who leaves one of her tables seems to be leaving with a rain cloud over their heads. Must be a hard day in the city. ]

[[ooc; This is a post for Berthier's Dark Energy Scheme, which you are still welcome to participate and sign up for. In this post, you will be able to interact with Yasmine ([personal profile] timefor) and grow suspicious of her. You're also very welcome & encouraged to threadjack away and interact with our victims. Confrontation of the droid at the end of the month on the log comm.]]
08 January 2013 @ 12:33 pm
[ In one of the back alleys of the City, dark and out of the way, an interesting sculpture has been formed. Berthier's element is not fire but ice, and the back lot that her ghoulish sisters had cornered her in has been coated with it. The three women frozen at the very center; enshrined with mouths twisted. The ice is thick and impenetrable, glittering subtly in what sunlight reaches the concealed location. ]
[ And not so far away from this icy prison, Berthier can be found bitterly fighting back her tears. The claw marks down her arms are nothing compared to her aching heart. Why her sisters? Why. ]
23 December 2012 @ 11:00 am
[ Berthier is holding a dripping pear in her hand, frowning slightly. ]

I do not understand the point of this 'celebration.'

[ Really. What is all this love and generosity bullshit? You just don't do that. ]

It's a ridiculous little farce. How many of you will be alone while others claim community with you?

[ She turns the pear round her hand thoughtfully for a moment before she adds, absentminded and nostalgic for space, ]

It might be a little more interesting from above the planet.
25 November 2012 @ 11:55 am
[ Berthier is usually of a very calm facade, perhaps a smug curl to her lips. At the moment, however, she seems to be a bit dazzled by the sheer magnitude of cake surrounding her.

She doesn't seem to realize that her device is on because she's walking through a small room, peering at all of the desserts, occasionally lowering a finger curiously into the frosting to taste. ]

I don't think I can name all of these different cakes... What flavor is that...

[ Stay and watch long enough and she'll begin to sample, one by one, with a look of enraptured bliss on her face. ]
16 October 2012 @ 05:25 pm
[ As the weather has gotten cooler, the days shorter, Berthier has grown more comfortable in this city. During the day, however, with the sun overhead, she can still be found most often with her parasol up to shade her fair skin. She's on the main square today, moving at a sedate pace along the shop-fronts, looking into the window displays. Perhaps it's just a little idle shopping, her expression does not give away anything nefarious as she considers each establishment in kind.

She's taken out her device with the clear intent to say something, however, she's cut off short when a strong gust of autumnal air catches at her light skirts and well...]

[The parasol is dropped, and is taken out into the street by the wind, but she doesn't care much, is hurriedly trying to flatten down her skirts, looking (as one might imagine) very flustered. Her device is on the sidewalk at her feet now, and she stares down at it with a faint flush, mouth opening to say something, but her usual snide manners can't quite compensate for such a scene. Eventually she determines,]

Better today than yesterday.

[It's a poor consolation, and with her hands still fisted in her skirts to keep them flat, she turns off her device by giving it a nice swift stomp with her high-heeled boot.]

[[ooc; It's canon. I couldn't resist. Action more than invited o7]]
15 September 2012 @ 01:27 pm
I can't wear this.

[This, my friends, is a statement, haughtily intoned as Berthier plucks at the costume she's pulled on. She does look emphatically disgusted with it.]

This is a sack. A sack with a bib, I look like I'm expecting to give birth.

[She gives another irritated motion.]

And what absolute fool would think this color would be flattering on me? Can you not see how pale my complexion is? What idiot is responsible for this travesty?

[She carries on fuming for a moment, and then.]

I can't wear it. I won't. Find me something else. Immediately.

[Or there will be hell to pay.]
19 August 2012 @ 05:24 pm
[ Daylight is too harsh for Berthier, if she is entirely honest. She spends most of her time out in the streets hiding beneath a parasol, fair-skinned and fair-haired, large blue eyes with pupils contracted down to pinpricks. She's meant for somewhere darker, the very edge of the solar system where it's always cold and the sun does not reach.

The nighttime is better. The air is cooler and it is much easier for her to see without squinting against that hateful daystar. The more distant stars, tiny pricks of subdued light are better appreciated, and this city has nowhere near the light pollution of central Tokyo. She appreciates that.

Tonight, she is appreciating it from above the rooftops. A lithe figure flitting overhead, jewels glittering at her ears and silver hair a liquid sheen in the low light. It's not the first time that she's explored the City from above, but it's the first time she hasn't gone out to spy.

...At least not on purpose. ]
11 August 2012 @ 12:27 am
[ Good morning, City. Today you will find that the majority of the square has been covered with the word 'MINE' also 'MINE' and also? MINE. (You know what I'm talking about.) Near the fountain is her signature, an elegant swirling: Berthier.

Now that it's daylight, however, she's out and about in the city, scrawling her message of possession not only on the inanimate, but also onto any people who happen to catch her eye... ]
04 August 2012 @ 05:14 am
[ Sitting on the edge of the fountain, much like she was the last time she made a posting, Berthier is clad in a feminine summer gown, a soft pastel yellow, a pink umbrella resting against her thigh. The water in the fountain has taken on a somewhat similar hue to her dress: champagne.

She dips her hand in to it, bringing a small pool of that golden liquid up to her delicate little mouth to sip. ]

It's rather sweet. I didn't know wines could come in such sweet flavors...

[ She contemplates for a long moment, toying her fingertip across the surface. After a moment, she smiles shyly at the camera. ]

I suppose everyone will be enjoying themselves with a curse like this.

[ Her giggling certainly seems harmless enough, anyway. ]

[[ ooc; FOR ANYONE INTERESTED Berthier can infuse the champagne in the fountain with some of her Dark Energy. Dark Energy generally draws out dark emotions in people and makes them act like dicks in order to spread their bad feelings to others. When the curse ends and the champagne turns back to water, the effects will end suddenly as well. (Much to her annoyance.)

She'll be hanging around encouraging NPCs to drink out of it too, if you wanna deal with any of those drunken jerks. Seriously, I live to be your plot device *^* ]]
26 July 2012 @ 04:08 pm
[Another one of your visitors has fallen into the fountain, City. Berthier has tumbled straight in, looking startled, but more than that seems momentarily blinded, lifting her arm up to shield her eyes. They're very large, and very sensitive, and both her hair and skin are very fair.]

That was very rude, Koan. [Her tone is light, if a bit terse.] And you know what happens to me in the sun.

[She sees the device on the edge of the fountain, and mistaking it for her own, carries on addressing it as she stands up, moving to settle herself beside it, slowly taking off her boots to shake the water out of them.]

I see you didn't come with me. [Airy and chiding.] That may be for the best, I most certainly would have repaid you. If you come now and apologize to your big sister, I will go into the city with you.

[She smiles harmlessly at the camera. She won't punish her little sister too terribly.]

[[ooc; I come bearing permissions.]]