Bright - Revision history

Glamourpal at 05:57, 2 August 2026

2026-08-02T05:57:02Z

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	[[File:Bright.png\|left\|thumb\|Bright as a ZEAL-CLASS NHP, her second form. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]		[[File:Bright.png\|left\|thumb\|Bright as a ZEAL-CLASS NHP, her second form. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]
	[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]		[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]

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Glamourpal at 05:38, 2 August 2026

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	{Observation of ~~PSYCHE~~-Class NHP.		{Observation of ZEAL-Class NHP.

	Self-Appointed Moniker: Bright.		Self-Appointed Moniker: Bright.
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	{Observation of ~~PSYCHE~~-Class NHP.		{Observation of ZEAL-Class NHP.

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	{Observation of ~~PSYCHE~~-Class NHP.		{Observation of ZEAL-Class NHP.

	Self-Appointed Moniker: Bright.		Self-Appointed Moniker: Bright.

Glamourpal: /* Gallery */

2026-08-02T05:37:05Z

Gallery

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	== Gallery ==		== Gallery ==
	[[File:Bright.png\|left\|thumb\|Bright as a ~~PSYCHE~~-CLASS NHP, her second form. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]		[[File:Bright.png\|left\|thumb\|Bright as a ZEAL-CLASS NHP, her second form. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]
	[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]		[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]
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Glamourpal: added Category:NPCs using HotCat

2026-07-26T11:15:41Z

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Glamourpal: Typo.

2026-07-26T08:11:10Z

Typo.

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	Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server. [[File:Bright.png\|thumb\|Bright in her legionnaire body. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.		Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server.

			[[File:Bright.png\|thumb\|Bright in her legionnaire body. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew.]]

			Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.

	A man in a dark hardsuit pulls a pistol on Hellcat. She’s not touching anything at this point. He doesn’t seem to care. “Hands up. Both of you. Now.”		A man in a dark hardsuit pulls a pistol on Hellcat. She’s not touching anything at this point. He doesn’t seem to care. “Hands up. Both of you. Now.”
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	“NHPs will always resort to insolence. It’s pointless to remind them of their place outside of cycling. You, on the other hand…” He smirks at Hellcat. “You should be reminded that humanity is more than a body.”		“NHPs will always resort to insolence. It’s pointless to remind them of their place outside of cycling. You, on the other hand…” He smirks at Hellcat. “You should be reminded that humanity is more than a body.”

	The needle pierces Bright’s neck. Hellcat moves. A gunshot ~~wrings~~ out.		The needle pierces Bright’s neck. Hellcat moves. A gunshot rings out.

	Shackles rattle inside Bright’s mind. They slacken. Someone laughs. Bright says “no” in a voice that is entirely inhuman.		Shackles rattle inside Bright’s mind. They slacken. Someone laughs. Bright says “no” in a voice that is entirely inhuman.

Glamourpal at 08:07, 26 July 2026

2026-07-26T08:07:09Z

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	Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server.		Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server. [[File:Bright.png\|thumb\|Bright in her legionnaire body. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.

	Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.

	A man in a dark hardsuit pulls a pistol on Hellcat. She’s not touching anything at this point. He doesn’t seem to care. “Hands up. Both of you. Now.”		A man in a dark hardsuit pulls a pistol on Hellcat. She’s not touching anything at this point. He doesn’t seem to care. “Hands up. Both of you. Now.”

Glamourpal: Edited image placement.

2026-07-26T07:57:10Z

Edited image placement.

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	Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server. ~~[[File:Bright.png\|thumb\|Bright, the NHP, in her legionnaire body. Art by Maddel_art. ]]~~		Hellcat handles the server room’s standing PCs with the light touch of a Cambion plucking its intended pilot out of a night terror. Ironic. Her hands ghost over keys and switches, like she’s testing them to see if they’ll cave. Then she doubles down with a press, flick, or pointed aversion. There’s an alarm blaring on every floor. The lights are tinted red. Hellcat has never been afforded the luxury of being afraid of red. On the other side of the city, an omnihook setup is cycling data about successfully planned bombings between other dead end devices. On this side of the city, there’s been multiple evacuations. No casualties, though. Maybe her Cambion needs to teach her better. “Estimated time is… fifteen minutes…” She mumbles. Her dataslate fully connects to the server.

	Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.		Bright handles lookout the same way she handles existing in a body: by making sure everything catches her eye. She monitors the camera systems while her own dataslate sits nearby. It was a “congrats on having hands now” present from Hellcat. What better gift for someone celebrating their autonomy than unlimited access to the omninet? According to Hellcat, several memes plucked from the depths of a HORUS forum. Bright’s favorite features two Pegasus mechs staring at each other with a text overlay conversation about how the meme isn’t a meme and the meme does not exist. Her left hand fiddles with a twenty-sided die that only has ones and twenties. She picked it up after talking to an NHP named Symphony. He told her to only think about the best and worst scenarios. Bright is thinking about too much to notice the slight dissonance on the screens, though, so she gasps when the door opens.
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	== Gallery ==		== Gallery ==
	[[File:Bright ~~(Incarna)~~.png\|~~center~~\|thumb\|Bright as an ~~INCARNA~~-CLASS NHP, her ~~final~~ form. Art by ~~[https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo~~ ~~sib_art]~~. ]]		[[File:Bright.png\|left\|thumb\|Bright as a PSYCHE-CLASS NHP, her second form. Art by Maddel_art on Picrew. ]]
			[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]
	[[Category:Astral]]		[[Category:Astral]]
	[[Category:In The Shadows of a Willow]]		[[Category:In The Shadows of a Willow]]

Glamourpal: Added commissioned art of Bright.

2026-07-26T07:54:18Z

Added commissioned art of Bright.

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			== Gallery ==
			[[File:Bright (Incarna).png\|center\|thumb\|Bright as an INCARNA-CLASS NHP, her final form. Art by [https://www.behance.net/sevemarcelo sib_art]. ]]
	[[Category:Astral]]		[[Category:Astral]]
	[[Category:In The Shadows of a Willow]]		[[Category:In The Shadows of a Willow]]

Glamourpal: Added a link.

2026-07-25T09:39:05Z

Added a link.

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	Bright turns at the start of their first sentence. By the time they’re done talking, Bright is staring because their blue eyes look just as fresh as her golden ones. Their eyes might be new. Or they’ve stayed flush and new-eyed even after several years. Bright hasn’t met enough legionnaires to know how fast they tire out. “Who never gives you a straight answer?” She hasn’t lived enough life to know if her eyes will dull quickly.		Bright turns at the start of their first sentence. By the time they’re done talking, Bright is staring because their blue eyes look just as fresh as her golden ones. Their eyes might be new. Or they’ve stayed flush and new-eyed even after several years. Bright hasn’t met enough legionnaires to know how fast they tire out. “Who never gives you a straight answer?” She hasn’t lived enough life to know if her eyes will dull quickly.

	“The human who made my body.” They smile, like the thought of having a constructed body is meant to be amusing. “I’m Sunny, by the way.” [[File:Sunny.png\|thumb\|Sunny. Art by Maddel_art.]]		“The human who made my body.” They smile, like the thought of having a constructed body is meant to be amusing. “I’m Sunny, by the way.” [[File:Sunny.png\|thumb\|[[Sunny]]. Art by Maddel_art.]]

	Now that’s amusing. “I’m Bright.” She clocks their ice cream cone earrings next. “Where did you get those?”		Now that’s amusing. “I’m Bright.” She clocks their ice cream cone earrings next. “Where did you get those?”

Glamourpal: Relocated part of one story to Teddy’s page.

2026-04-30T10:42:53Z

Relocated part of one story to Teddy’s page.

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	“You’re welcome,” Hellcat says, though she isn’t even looking at Sunny. She isn’t looking at the Dagon or Bright either. Hellcat stares at the far wall as though it might offer some salvation. Bright doesn’t bother her; she knows Hellcat used to see salvation in Teddy.		“You’re welcome,” Hellcat says, though she isn’t even looking at Sunny. She isn’t looking at the Dagon or Bright either. Hellcat stares at the far wall as though it might offer some salvation. Bright doesn’t bother her; she knows Hellcat used to see salvation in Teddy.


	{Observation of OSIRIS-Class NHP.

	Self-Appointed Moniker: Teddy.

	Video File Transcribed by ???}


	Teddy awakens draped in the silk of fair skin and soft brown hair. He opens eyes that are like an appetizer of honey and cinnamon. He parts lips that fall into a natural pout—the kind that makes people want to ask before they bite. Teddy sits up, the thin sheet atop his new form falling from his shoulders. He isn’t cold.
	[[File:Teddy.png\|thumb\|Teddy. Art by Maddel_art.]]
	It’s quiet for an hour. Teddy remembers his name. He remembers the name beyond Osiris. He remembers his death. He remembers the life beyond the flames that destroyed him. He remembers to feel joy, annoyance, hesitation, insolence, love, hatred. He remembers that he is something like a god, but not quite. He remembers that no one else ever needs to realize the second half of that sentence. Teddy remembers Tamami.

	A woman enters the plain room where Teddy rests. She isn’t Tamami. Two men enter behind her; they’re in hardsuits while she isn’t. The woman says things that are vaguely relevant: he’s a copy, he’s in the Varuvi star system, he’s under observation, etcetera. Teddy sees the HORUS symbol on the woman’s lab coat when he really looks at her. Tamami is also aligned with HORUS. That might mean something. It might also mean less than nothing.

	Teddy is given clothes: black jacket, white scarf, underwear, dark blue pants, sneakers. He sees himself reflected in the metal of the floor. He looks like Teddy: comfortable, cozy, intimate. Teddy waits silently. The world is not content to be silent in return.

	Gunshots go off. People shout. The lights go out. Someone kicks the door down.

	There’s a moment when that someone meets Teddy’s eyes. A few seconds of assured command—cool disdain for the person who isn’t holding a big gun. Then, that shifts as another voice shouts from beyond the door. This someone looks at Teddy as though he’s something to be taken. This someone opens their mouth, shifts their tongue against their teeth, and pushes air through their throat to speak a demand.

	Teddy sees so much in that moment. He sees himself reflected in the sheen of the gun casually pointed his way. Teddy lifts a single finger and that someone turns around.

	'''''First Gate''': There is no point in the string if the one attached doesn’t twitch. See how you have given meaning to something beyond yourself.''

	They stand still for long enough that more someones come to check on them. Teddy moves his whole hand. The one he controls pumps the others full of bullets; they scream.

	'''''Fourth Gate''': There is no point in the leader if others do not betray their masters. See how you have given meaning to corpses.''

	When Teddy leaves the building, he sees himself again. He looks like Osiris. It takes effort to tamp that down.

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