War of the Spark - Voice of All
chicha3maddy for Araithia "Rat" Shokta
Rat is a 17 year old, guildless girl with boundless energy and strange powers. Born to Gruul parents, who love her when they can remember she exists, Rat wanders the streets of Ravnica, talking to herself, picking pockets, spying for her friend Hekara, and pondering which guild she'd like to join. Rat has a strange magical nature in that most people around simply cannot notice her. They naturally cannot see or hear her unless someone reminds them she exists and forces them to look at her. The number of people who can notice her without prompting is an extremely short list and she gets very attached to those people. Being this way is otherwise very lonely, so she fills the void by talking almost constantly. Also she's mildly psychic, so that's neat.
Rat is also the narrator of this and the next several stories, so if you think you're up for embodying this little chatterbox, please step up!
[Excited! Introducing yourself to a new person, which you rarely get to do] "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Rat. I mean Rat's not my real name, of course. It's more of a nickname. Folks call me that. Well, not a lot of folks. But you get the idea. My real name—or, you know, my given name—is Araithia. Araithia Shokta. So Rat is shorter, easier to say. You can call me Rat. I'm not offended by the name at all. Truth is, it's kinda perfect for me. Perfecter than Araithia, I guess. Although I think Araithia is prettier, you know? My mother still calls me Araithia. So does my father. But they're pretty much the only ones. Well, there's this centaur I know, but he's kinda my godfather, so it's the same idea. Parents get stuck on the names they pick. But I'm fine with Rat. So you go ahead and call me Rat, okay?"
[Upset. Hopeless. You found out a friend died] "Hekara was my friend... She knew me. She saw me."
[Narration test]
I turned to look as the sound of crashing masonry echoed across the plaza. A gigantic portal—easily fifty yards tall—had opened up behind us, instantly decimating the Embassy of the Guildpact, sheering it right in half. Soft violet light poured forth from the portal. It almost looked soothing—you know, except for the destruction the tear in space had caused and was still causing. An ogre stumbled forward before collapsing; a full quarter of her body had been evaporated by the portal's arrival. The embassy's crumbling façade fell, crushing two more bystanders beneath it.
It was a horror show. And not the fun Rakdos type.
