deercountry | never had no chance (out comes the sun)

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never had no chance (out comes the sun)

Who: vi and various people
What: a catchall for september feat. vileblood things, memshare things, outpost things, tattoo things, non-event things. starters will be in the comments. ping me at

eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you would like one.
When: throughout the month of september
Where: wherever in Trench so specific, i know.

Content Warnings: tba but probably parental death, violence, prison, drugs, disease, murder, mental/emotional/physical abuse.

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[two days during the week (a perfectly respectable every other day tues & thurs situation) vi can reliably be found at ursula's ink. she's in and out at other times when the mood suits, or if she has an appointment: she always shows up early for appointments.

presently, one will find her in her corner station next to a large window, her inks and tools carefully set out, and a (still growing) neatly bound portfolio on the other end of that table. it's full of mostly blackwork, a few color pieces here and there, some similar to what's on her skin, as well as geometric shapes, and an assortment of creatures both of trench and not. fancy a nightmare steed? she's got several of those in various stages of completion, and a few pieces of portraiture that are not compiled in the book scattered about. you might recognize some of the portraits. (it's d. they're all d.)

vi will busy herself until she sees a face, familiar or strange. don't worry, if you're afraid of needles, she's got that covered, too: she's a vileblood, and she doesn't charge extra if you need a bit of numbing up. she's got a small sign that says as much, but it also comes with a warning. best not to lie about broken skin, etc. - because you could die. and she will not be held responsible for that. there is a form to sign. it is very professional.

this month, though: you may find that you don't need that numbing up, as vilebloods are easy to talk to, easy to let go around, and just generally cause one to be a bit more chill. because of this, she will be extra chatty and perhaps a bit more affectionate than usual.]

Edited 2022-09-05 17:29 (UTC)

[these are some of vi's memories. they are not all completely terrible, but they can all certainly go that way if you don't play your cards right. even if you do, they don't exactly turn out well. all of them have threat of harm and death, even if you have to slightly alter events. it does not matter who gets what. handwaves are fine, hitting vi's inbox is also fine, and threading it out is cool, too.]

Fight #1 vs. Sevika + a bonus! Cait saves Vi's life

Fight #2 vs. Sevika

Teamup w/Jayce vs. Chemguards

Super Awkward Tea Party in Four Parts ONE TWO THREE FOUR

Teenage Streetfight

Vi has a short POV here when Vander gets arrested and if she busts a door or a window she could possibly see this.

Vi reunites with Powder/Jinx and then Cait shows up and then a fight with the Firelights!

Teen Vi + co Breaking out Vander

Teen Vi vs. Silco's goons before shit gets Real Bad.

Teen Heist Gone Wrong

Teen Topside Enforcer Chase

Silco Reunion + a bonus flare and a Powder/Jinx reunion

this is mostly Powder but Vi has a short POV here for the Very Bad Aftermath that comes before abandoning her little sister.

Vi abandons Powder for a moment to cool off and oops she can't come back.

Edited 2022-09-06 04:17 (UTC)

Vi waits for a break in her shift - it's not even her shift, really - she's taken another early morning because she figures she will find Duty here. Which, she does, and she has both a thank you and a line of questioning she'd like to pursue.

The work itself has gotten easier, but she's tense just now (might be tenser still if she weren't a Vileblood), but all she knows is that she's eager to talk, more than she'd been when she'd asked for that frozen beer - only recently tossed into the ocean to rest with the ships, and whatever statuary wasn't dredged up. It had felt good to do that, but it also ...dredged up a bunch of feelings on its own.

She finds herself several times re positioning herself to be a little closer to other sleepers, even if only to have them in her sightlines. The few times they fall out of sight she's edgy, and her omen sticks close, wordlessly and without snark, which for Fang is a bit of a feat.

The break comes, and she will approach with a wave and a weary smile, "Hey. Do you have a couple minutes? It's not a frozen beer this time, but I wanted to thank you again for that."

She'll sit if there's space.

Edited 2022-09-07 01:41 (UTC)

[the day begins with a little monkey - it's made of brown and blue paper - a casualty of vi's last minute indecision: make it look like jinx the monkey or mr. bananas the monkey - so in the end it is a mashup of the two. it holds a little note that once unfolded says: meet me at the lamp outside of the rookery. the one by the crooked building with the funny statue. bring your bag and make sure it's got everything. leave most of your fucks at the door. -v"

should jinx turn up by that lamp, vi is waiting - she's got her own bag, too - it straps to her back and is accompanied by a small belted pouch that matches it. the only bits of brown against all the black. she's decked out in fairly recent additions: the hunter gear sansa reinforced and made her, and she's got a bit of a nervous grin going, though she's trying her best to look casual. chill, even.]

Hey hey, you ready?

Edited 2022-09-06 04:27 (UTC)

[there are many places one can find vi around trench. on the beach looking for particular squids, strolling the boardwalk looking for people having a particularly hard time of it - those are two. this month she is trying to learn to mend nets - she she herself having a hard time getting it. the beach is also a place she likes to spar, and it's not unusual to find her playing (practicing) volleyball there - she's trying to get good. there is a small chance she can be found tossing a frozen beer into the ocean, or pouring out a drink into a spot of black sand with very mixed emotions.

rooftops are a training haunt, as well as an introspective one - namely cellar door and willful machine, but she isn't limited to those two districts. she's reliably found at the outpost, and at the sanctuary, mostly patrolling, but she sometimes hangs with the orphans ...or even just the local kids.

if it's a place one can find food of any kind then it's double your chances. maybe ursula's ink. maybe odd end or another shop. or the entertainment feed.]

Edited 2022-09-06 22:08 (UTC)

[link me here! or point me elsewhere. i am cool with: handwaves, inbox messaging your character to talk awkwardly or not at all, and threading it out is cool, too.]

Edited 2022-09-05 19:36 (UTC)

(while they discussed how they will not keep secrets from one another, there is... one thing jinx is hiding from her sister (well to everyone really) is almost every day, she wakes up in her own sweat. it's a mixture of for some reason feeling way too hot but also her monsters taunting her. they've worsen since singed surgically mixed her with shimmer and it gets... difficult for her to sleep.

and as she sits up from her bed, panting and frantically searching around -- it takes her a few seconds to realize just where the hell she is. her face is in her hands as she tries to ground herself and squeezing her eyes shut as the imagery of silco tied to the chair is swirling for her. that the same hands were once on his cheeks and desperately pleading with her eyes for him to hang on. but he fades off to the next world as he leaves her behind to wander zaun... alone.)

(exhaling out a shallow breath, jinx tosses herself back down on the bed -- fingers combing through her locks then using her forearm to wipe away a single shimmer tear. looking to the right of her, she sees the brown and blue paper monkey and a note attached. she scoots closer to the gift with her fingers unfolding to read the message. bring her bag? what for? she isn't sure what her sister has planned but she can't keep her waiting. so pulling herself together and shaking it all off, she gets up to get ready.)

——

(as instructed, she is dressed and her bag over her shoulder. and when she is outside, jinx doesn't make her way to the lamp immediately. she takes her time getting there so she can really take in the atmosphere she's in. it's still very surreal she's in a place that isn't covered in smog and creakin' pipes and machinery. it makes her feel a little out of her element. still though, she pushes along and approaches at the lamp.

it teleports her and there stands her big sister all geared up. it takes her a little by surprised but not in a large way. readjusting the strap, she walks on over.)

Y-Yeah, I'm ready. So, uh... what exactly are we doin' again?

Edited 2022-09-06 15:32 (UTC)

[ shoyo has never died so many times. actually, he's never died at all. who knew you could die from getting beat? oh, he knew, and it wasn't forgettable. shoyo knew, now. so many broken bones, bleeding livers or spleens or kidneys, fractured ribs and punctured lungs in the process of being in the way of this massive woman— each and every time shoyo opened his eyes after he only knew crippling, bleeding pain, he was back where he started: at a bar, with gauntlets almost too big for his stature hugging his hands, and this woman, a mechanical arm in tow that seemed unstoppable.

it's not like he doesn't try to fight— he does, to protect himself. his swings do little compared to the ones he takes. the problem had always been his style of fighting. this wasn't it. he gets walled at least once or twice by the ugly sensation of defeat and dislocation. he doesn't belong here. he can't do this. he regrets trying to read a book on what seemed like combat applied in real-life circumstances. there's something after the third or fourth beat down, that after, shoyo keeps rising, keeps approaching, and keeps fighting with a surge of moxie each more aggressive than the last.

i wish i could say it gets easier, kid. but, i'd be lying.

he keeps getting beaten down to less than a pulp, into nothing but a useless pile of his own warmblood— he doesn't know the voice who talks to him.

what i can say is, she still needs you. they all do. so, what do you say?

it wasn't for him, but it still resonated. who didn't have people to go back to? a home, a family? he has to change things. the gauntlets are off in a mechanical drop of bolts whirring and steam yawning from its wiring. sevika scoffs at him. he needed his hands, and his speed. most of shoyo's offense is defense when the lights are off, using balance, jumping power, acrobatics— a puff of fire in a stream that has been in the making for months. it's not even large, or dangerous, but, it's certainly a deterring jutsu when blown at one's face. he still gets kicked far into a downed table and loses his breath, but now there's distance. she's coming again. with everything gasp he made to attempt breathing, he searched for something, anything, quick—

The gauntlets were still on the floor, glowing a lovely blue. he scampers to reach for its interior, to slip his hand in and try to pull it up. oh she's coming in fast and he screams his hardest, uses every once of strength still in his battered muscle to pull the weight over his head, protect himself—

and what a show it was when the gems within its outer shell activate, tilt gravity— and blows her to the splintered roof. the breath shoyo takes is tattered, hoarse and relieved. he could still feel the blood wetting his lips, bubbling at his nose and invading his mouth with a sharp taste—

he's deposited back where he had picked up the book, and covering a single hand still . . . was a gauntlet, shut down and cold.

he never wants to see this book again, but limps painfully about in search of an arcane scholar. he's keeping the gauntlet, and has a hard time adjusting back to himself; he's still breathing coarse and ugly, he's still wide-eyed with rushing adrenaline and alert with sounds and movement. picanha returns to him, and worried, she begins to whimper and heel.

shoyo is uncharacteristically late or perhaps even missed his scheduled hours. oh, boy. ]

Edited 2022-09-06 13:39 (UTC)

[ Have you ever gotten ready to take on three feet high crabs before? That's apparently Robby's life this early morning.

He didn't forgot his word to Vi the other day - a word made with less a frame of reference about what Trench figures crabs to be, and perhaps a little in over his head, in the moment. But Robby's rectified that, equipping himself with something that'll do for a weapon to deal with the issue of pincers you don't want to get close to, while being wholly inexperienced in using any weaponry for actual fights.

Is a fire axe a cool-looking weapon? No, but is he probably going to have a better time with it than waving around a sword? Pretty likely.

He's as prepared as he's going to be, whatever the case. He keeps close between the boardwalk and where it leads off onto the beach, taking a spot where he can be out of the way of those traversing between the two, be visible, and have an easy view of the redhead when he decides to look. It's early, and they hadn't spoken about a time; but that lets Robby prepare, debating whether to test his wits against the smaller of the crabs that scurry closer along the waters.

But warm-ups come first. He holds the axe at an angle with purpose, testing his footwork - deliberate, body turned at an angle and strength given into some low kicks usually meant for lower legs, ankles, but now adjusted to work on a low-to-the-ground opponent instead. A kick meant to temporarily paralyse, and then a swing of his axe following suit: one that allows him to rise back up, knees bent and then rising with ease. Then, the same move again with a stronger swing, but his move back shakier - slower - due to balance.

His leg work is easy, the more controlled of his movements, and it's easy to tell that he's working to get a hang of the weight of his weapon, and how to move with it. A guy who doesn't know what he's doing, but also does - because he doesn't let up on a few goes, isn't easily satisfied.

And it makes his whole 'looking out for Vi' thing be not as checked on. ]

[yes. vi has been mostly ready for this since she found her human legs (with boots) and her blood type, which is sometimes a boon if the creature can smell it - something about vileblood instantly killing any creature that ingests it tends to make a lot of beasts less bitey - but that doesn't mean they don't attack. lots of things have ways of attacking, she's learned - mostly the hard way, but she's taken it in stride - and to heart, mostly.

her skull isn't as thick as some like to pretend. as she sometimes pretends.

she's already been overconfident the once - but she's got her gauntlets this time, and has hit the boardwalk early. the arrivals have slowed if not wholly stopped, and she decides against mending nets this morning. she's shit at it. even though she's improved some: still shit at it. she's not content to leave it there and will inevitably have another go, but today is not that day. finding no obviously struggling sleepers here (no robby - which could mean anything, really), she will grab a skewer of whatever meat is offered and toss the requisite amount of bloodstones at the vendor, maybe rounding up to compensate for the possibility of jinx making the rounds.

vi makes her way toward the beach in her hunter gear, hood down and eyes scanning the shore before she moves off the wooden slats, enjoying the ease of the ocean this month compared to last - huffing a small laugh as she remembers the last time she'd spent any time on this beach at length, the resulting three memories surfacing are painful and also ...mostly good.

and there he is. question answered. not a squid, still here, out of those functional robes and with shoes and a proper weapon. sure, it's not the fanciest, but in the right hands anything's game, and showy isn't always all its cracked up to be - especially if the one wielding it doesn't know what the fuck they're doing. ~~just ask the atlas gauntlets~~ she's learned that lesson. so she watches him a moment longer, his legwork (good, really good) and the fact that he's even committed to practicing, to getting his balance says something.

she approaches, nodding appreciatively.]

Not bad, not bad. [underplaying it - her nod says it all.] I see you stuck around and found yourself some gear.

I thought for starters we could run some rooftops. Get a lay of the land, burn off some nerves. Yeah, whatever, I'm nervous about shit, too. [a little wave of her hand, like pffft nbd, but it ...is a big deal. which is why she's saying it out loud. sometimes when you say shit out loud it makes it less scary.] But fuck that. This is how I get to Willful Machine when I don't feel like using lamps. [which is. often.]

I know you can keep up, but if I stop every once in a while to look back that's not 'cause I think you can't do this. It's 'cause I'm scared of losing you. That's a me thing, not a you thing.

[she will shoot a sidelong look at her sister before she goes up the side of the building nearest the lamp - and she'll let out a 'whoop' as she does, because has she dreamed of this for years both in stillwater and trench? yes. and it's always haunted her - hovering out of reach until now.]

[It starts innocently enough. Jun picks up a book and starts reading it. Nothing unusual about that - he's read a lot of books.]

[This one, though... this one is bad. He finds himself drawn in, suddenly in a cramped room that smells frankly awful.]

[He runs and hides himself in the shadows behind the chair, using his black shirt and hair to help him blend in a little more than he otherwise would. Vi and the others that run in seem more interested in the man, so he only hears rather than sees most of what goes on.]

[It's when the smooth voice cuts through the chaos that he peeks around. There's... some sort of man. Something feels off about him though, and he frowns. He definitely is talking like he's evil...]

[There's armed goons that appear near him, and Jun bites his lip. It looks like things are about to get violent -]

[He feels himself being yanked again, and suddenly he's just sitting in a chair with a book in his hands. He slams it shut with a loud snap and takes out his Omni. There's no doubt who the memory was of - she looks pretty similar now.]

Vi? I want to ask you something.

i. mid-september — ❝so you wanna go to war with me?❞

You're talking like you think you're royalty
You think that I'm afraid?
But I don't break.
I heard you question my stability
You think I'll fall just a guillotine
But I am here to stay
Won't look away.

❝Have you forgotten how she left you?❞

(ooc: i'm using amazon fire tablet thingie and it won't let me time stamp the clip but you know what i'm referring to so its whatev. more to come later obvs.)

"the longer you keep him waiting, the worse it will go for you"

[it's what the large armored man with the burned face had told her, and she is fumbling at her buttons, unused to the complications of such garments, everything hazy, fuzzy as she tries to get her bearings.

a moment ago she'd been reading that line, hadn't she? she'd been staring at a book, hand to page as the words had whirled and swirled around her - a flurry of paper wings. now she is brushing out her hair. (wait, what?) and when she bows her head to look down, her hair is ...long. no sooner than she sees it she feels the weight of it, a sick dread in her stomach that is and isn't hers.

she's in and out of this, herself and not herself as someone's legs carry her out of the room and into the path of the tall (?) knight. when violet speaks it's sansa's voice she hears, and what she says is more or less correct, but the phrasing and tone of it gets an odd look from the man. what escapes her lips is, "what the---?"

"it's your kingly brother, that's what." he says, and they are walking down a corridor and into a lower sort of courtyard.

"my what?" violet says, her feet becoming more and more her own, and her tongue along with it as she huffs a breath in a dress that's too tight, and slippers that feel inexplicably ill fitting and strange. and so she stumbles. there's ...laughter?

her gruff escort catches her before she hits the ground, giving her a rough tug upwards and back on her feet, to which she manages a "thanks" that again makes his face ...unreadable almost, but it looks like surprise.

he leads her through the assembled crowd, all dressed similarly to she and one another - illustrations from a storybook - and they move aside - some averting their eyes, a few leering, to which she returns there gazes with a confused glare - which one of them had laughed at her? at sansa?

was it you?

you?

maybe it was---

---and suddenly she's stepping around a cat that's been shot through with a bolt. "no" is the next thing she says, but it's anything but timid. it's annoyed - disgusted, and she wrenches her arm free of her companion only to be assailed by another one - friendlier seeming, and riding a broomstick horse - a child's toy. "be brave" says the hobbyhorse man, and squeezes her arm as she steps into the center of

...something.

a pretty blonde boy with a pouty, self important expression holds the bow that killed the cat, even though the cat's not dead yet and she can hear it mewling behind her. he is crowned in gold and clothed in the same (with crimson) and flanked by two armored men in white capes - two more self important assholes, she guesses.

is this sansa's story? is this the place she'd had to escape? which one is that guy? is it this fucking kid? no, no, it's coming to her. "that guy" had been older, this kid - is this the one that---

am i supposed to kneel for this? are you fucking kidding me?

she rolls back a shoulder, eye to eye with the blond, feeling not the strength she's used to - no real muscle - and she's still assessing this when he speaks, his voice imperious, but behind his smile are a coward's eyes - she knows that in an instant, when he says: "you're here to answer for your brother's latest treasons---"

vi laughs. this part she knows. he means robb. the one that sansa had compared her to - sansa's brother who was clearly no traitor, and she feels an anger rise up in her that's just about the only familiar thing here. on the heels of that laugh she shouts "shut the fuck up!" and it's futile, probably, but someone's got to do it, and if this is a dream then fuck it - she may lack the strength but she can make a proper fist and she has just about enough time to leap forward - striking the little fuck with every bit she's got - and there's a satisfying crunch - screaming - shouting.

the king isn't saying anything now because she's likely broken his jaw and it feels fucking great until she realizes that some of the shouts are her own, and there are mailed hands upon her - she's kicking uselessly as she is dragged by her arms, and partially by her hair - feels some of it tearing from her scalp which fuels another cry of "fuck you, asshole!" before the wind is knocked from her and she can no longer get air. the burned knight's mouth is open, head tilting as her own vision tilts, and she's surrounded.

she fights her assailants every step of the way, beyond what her body should have the strength for, and before she's unceremoniously shoved to the ground and beheaded, she manages to choke this out to her executioner:

"eat shit, motherf----"

she doesn't regret it. but it's a while before she moves from the spot she drops to, and a longer while before she touches the book. with her foot. to kick it away. her cheeks are wet and a green tinge has risen up - her breathing's rough, but when she gets up she finds that next to the book is a sword. it's the same as the one she looked at through sansa's eyes before she'd----

---well, died, she guessed. okay. she'd just ...died?

at least she got a cool sword. and eventually makes a call.]

Edited 2022-09-07 14:55 (UTC)

[she assumes this is about jinx, or maybe training, or maybe manabu has told him the murder horse story. anything other than what this is - she's only just experienced king's landing.]

Sure, what's up?

... There was a book that I opened at the Archives and it... I think I got pulled into one of your memories. I didn't mean to, just -

[Right, the question.]

Who was that guy who was threatening you? When you were in the room with the guy strapped to a chair? And why did I have the intense desire to punch him in the dick?

[oh. hold on. so this is a thing that's happening. ok ok. she thinks. it doesn't take long. but the first thing she asks is:]

Are you okay? Did something happen to you in ...there?

[deep breath]

That was ...his name is Silco. [she knows her sister can hear what's on the network. she could private this, but she doesn't unless jun does first.] Probably because he's the reason I went to prison. I felt that way for a long time.

[she still holds some of these feelings, honestly.]

How much did you see?

[she'd climbed into his lap as agile as her omen - and she knows this face, that bright, abyssal eye - and it's hard not to dig her fingers into silco's shoulders as she settles - double vision in her mind - her own words coming out instead as i want to hurt you overlaid with her sister's voice: i might hurt you.

"marcus never told me she was in stillwater" - it could be the truth, it could also be a lie - it's more likely a lie than not, and she turns the device in her hands, aware that she could, she might, she wants to prick his flesh with it. but she doesn't. not yet. though, her fingers do dig in, pink and blue fingernails pressing little half moons into his fancy clothes.

but you found out she came back. you lied.

"i wanted to protect you." truth, maybe. or maybe you just wanted to protect yourself. their eyes lock. her hand tightens oh his jaw. she's aware that she would be crushing it were she able to access her own strength.

from what?

and then the biggest lie of them all: "she and the enforcer are back for the crystal. not for you."

(that's a lie)

she tries to force the words out, but they won't come. her head is full of buzzing, full of fits and starts.

"h̸̨̹̰̪̯̓̒a̴̹̰̞͕̽̉̂v̷̲̮̜̆̂͋͜ͅͅẻ̵͉̓̈͋̈́ ̸̡̡̞̜̗̃̓̀͆y̵̗̘͔̅̾o̸͉̱̦̽ū̶͕̣̼̲̭̺̑ ̵̜̂̀̒́̂f̶̧̢̼͕͔́͜o̴̭̥̣̍̓͠ͅṟ̵̜̺͛̒̈ġ̶̡̢̪̘̕ō̶̩̦̳͎̽̄̉͐ͅt̷̛̮̼͖͍̮͆̇͒̃t̵̡̳̋̋̊̆̓́e̶͙͇̾n̸̢̛̞̘͓̪͒̅̄ ̸̠̹̲̫͕̙̍̈̿̔͘h̸̰̼̀̉̒͆͜͝ȍ̸̳̩̤͚̹̀̚ͅw̵͔̝͉̱̺̠̏́͘ ̶̮̳̪͙͛̅́̊s̸̥̭͎̆͒̄h̴̬͚͈̽͂̇͠e̶̛̼̖̎̀͜ ̸̞̮̓͂̋̀͆l̸̘̹̔͒̊̋͒̂e̵̟̙̐̀͝͠f̶̧̗̪͗̓͊͗͜t̶̩̮͔̽̅ ̸͉́͒̇̅̓y̴̟̺͙̯̰̋̈ͅö̵̰́̂̏̈́̒̓u̵͇̅̿̓̄͌?̷̧̝̘̣̱̭̈́ "

no

"w̸h̷o̷ ̷f̸o̵u̷n̶d̸ ̷y̸o̵u̶?"

you did

(why)

"who cared for you? gave you a home?"

i had a home

"i am your family. everyone else betrays us."

(why)

"i need you"

Ơ̴̲̖̮̳̲̆̔̕ͅK̵̥̺̻̿̇̄̌̓̄̃͋̌́A̶̧͒͆̈͋͌̆̚Y̷̩͎͍̅̈̍͆̌͗͐

"now more than ever"

Ñ̸̘͌Ǫ̴̭̼̬͇̘͙͚̦̖̉̈́̇̊͐̀̅̚͠͝

L̵̨͚̬̫̑̀͋̽̇͆̀̇͆Ī̸̭͍̻̮͎̔ͅĄ̵͚̙͕͚͊̇̒R̵̗̈͜ ̶̡̒͆̌́̾͂́͐L̷͍̜̱͇̮̘͑̑̏̕̕͝ͅI̶̝̘̤͊̑Ä̸̬̫̭̦͙͎̞́̋̓̐̚Ř̶̬ ̶̫̜̗̍̅̇͗̂̇̀ L̵̛̛͔̟̠̩̝̝͖̼̗̦̳̲̠̅̽̂͌̽̈́͒͒̽̍͝͝͝Ị̶̂̎͗̔̓̌͘Ä̵͔̪́̈̈R̷̦̦͗͗̔L̷̘͉͔̖̩͇͑Ḯ̴̧̡̺̗̤̋̎̈́̆́̊̋̀̆̈́͌́A̴̡̛̹̳̦͓͕̝͔̰̰̠̙̞̙͆R̴̢̢̜̦͉̐͐͆͌̔̓̍̎͐͝?

she raises the syringe with its drop of shimmer, poised against his gleaming eye, her mind a whirl of chaos, of whispers, of lies lies lies.

(WHY)

"you have to complete the weapon"

I̶̫̱̔ ̷͕̮̃A̵̢̭͠M̴̲̏ ̸̤͔̈͌T̵̺̦͆Ḧ̶͉Ȅ̴̫̣ ̷͙̿W̸̼̜̌̈́E̸̘̕A̸̡̛̖P̴͈̀͝Ö̵̜͕́̿Ň̵̻̳

and plunges it into his throat, pushing, pushing, pushing, and then her hands close in, nails breaking off to bury into flesh - and he doesn't even struggle. he smiles as the life bleeds from him, and his blood is a brilliant heliotrope.

this one takes violet longer. she is silent when she's dropped to the ground, silent until she's sobbing, screamed until she's vomited up everything she could ever have possibly eaten in trench, and only after she's sobbed the last of it out in her own corner of ursula's ink, sitting in a pool of spilled inkblood, blue and violet and red mixing together like a bright, cursed oil, does she pull out her omni.]

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I'm... okay. I hid, mostly.

['For a long time'. So she doesn't now? He's not sure. She looked younger, so maybe... hm.]

I didn't know you went to prison...

[Not like he can judge, given what he's done.]

It cut out just as his goons were heading for you. What happened after that?

[The TV is on. A reporter is on screen, frantically talking about the... thing that's appeared in the middle of the city. The camera pans to show an abomination of metal and lights - lights that are shooting out and raining down on the city.]

[The lights are ripping through metal, through concrete, through glass and wood in order to strike people. You look outside the window of the living room to see pockmarks in the street, items dropped in a rush to escape - but there's no escape. Once one of the lights heads for you, there's no running away.]

[The reporter screams involuntarily as the TV camera gets dropped, the picture sideways now. The monstrous machine, still visible over the tops of the buildings on screen, warms up its lights - its lasers - once more. Then it fires again.]

[The reporter is talking about estimated death tolls. Already reports are coming in from Canada, from Russia, from Australia - the death toll is already estimated to be in the hundreds of millions, approaching a billion. It's hard to imagine such horrific death - but at least it's fast. If the world has to end, at least it's not going to last long.]

[You look to the sky and see a bright light coming for you. You open your mouth to scream but it's too late - it has found you. There's nothing but light and you see it envelop you and -]

[For a moment, your perspective shifts. There's a pure white space, with chairs floating there. A young boy with black hair sits in a strange chair. There's only the briefest of glimpses before you are ejected from the book, but...]

[He's definitely crying.]

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(so it's a her thing, got it, noted. because if she hadn't voiced that, she would completely head back or venture off on her own. she doesn't need coddling anymore. jinx can maneuver all around just fine. anyhow, she once more readjust the straps and rolling her shoulders before following suit.

except when she takes a leap, it's way too high. somehow that big hop twists into an enormous hop and jinx is already on the rooftop. she stands there completely stiff with her eyes large. what... just happened? cautiously, she moves back a step to peer down at vi (if she's still down there) and the ground. did she...?)

(her gaze is now at her own feet; lifting up a foot then back down. is this shimmer's doing? should she... try that again? bracing herself, jinx repeats the same thing by taking a big leap and she practically shoots up into the air. whenever she comes back down, her feet lands so hard back on the roof that a few tiles collasp and slide off down below. oops.)

[ In that outfit, with the hood down, it's actually okay that Robby wasn't spending all his time keeping an eye out for her - he wouldn't have recognised her without her hair to give him direction. Too much black. Even when he hears her, he needs a second for recognition to kick in; his movements stopping first, then weapon drawn to his side as he looks back. He eyes what she wears, but nothing shifting on his face - but the small tug of a smile, just before he speaks. ]

Bags from the sea aren't a joke. [ She was right, so was everyone else; he'll concede to that. He tips his head, a nod to her. ] You look more the part.

[ It's no diss on himself, but hey. She's all suited up. ]

That's good. I'm glad you didn't get hurt.

I'm not saying I didn't get in a shit ton of trouble, but nothing ...really prison worthy, at least not...

...I was gonna take the fall for someone else. Someone that didn't deserve any of that shit. The whole thing was a huge fuckup, but it was my call, so my default fuckup, and I thought maybe if I owned up to it everything would...

...what a dumb thought. It would have left my sister alone. Which is exactly what happened when I got shoved in Stillwater Hold for "safe keeping". I guess the same shit might have happened if I'd turned myself in like I planned, so who am I to bitch about it, right?

Oh. Well, I kicked the shit out of them. All of them.

[but it wasn't enough. silco hadn't stopped there, he would never have just let them go, or let a fight be fair, he had cheated - changed the rules - joke's on her for assuming there were any rules. and the bitter triumph in her voice turns to tears, which she sniffs back.]

[Somehow it's still a shock to hear that she's glad he didn't get hurt. He's not used to people caring about him.]

So you got arrested for beating them up? Or for taking the fall?

[He's not disappointed, not angry... just curious.]

Good, though. They looked stupid.

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tattoo things [open: all month]

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coldblood questions [semi closed to duty: midlate sept]

it's crab fighting time [open: all month]

exploring trench [semi-closed to jinx: early sept]

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fight (#2) with sevika

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Teen Vi + co Breaking out Vander

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cw murder, a syringe, mental health, emet

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cw: genocide, death

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