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No Light, No Light in Your Bright Green Eyes
Who: Valdis and Open with Some Closed
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her, unless your name is Nobunaga Oda, and then she’s ignoring you completely
When: January
Where: All over
Warnings: CWs for depression, mention of hallucinations, vague reference to suicide.
You’re my head, you’re my heart | Max Maximum | CW: Mention of Suicide
The days since Skulduggery’s death at the hands of the Captain have been hell. Not just from the overwhelming pain both of them and everyone else had been feeling, but of her own feelings of loss. It was tempting to find a way to destroy herself so she wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore, but it would solve nothing, and her soul was the one thing she had left that she didn’t want to lose. When she finally decides to stop hiding, she just returns to her room, telling Palamedes to not bother her and falls asleep for several days, until a knock comes at the door and she stirs.
And in your place there were a thousand other faces | Bash
Death, and those who touched it often, were not supposed to rest. Skulduggery had said that Vile killed Bash because he couldn’t stand the thought of another Death Bringer. In that respect, Skulduggery not knowing her might have been a mercy. She and Max also might have died. But after what she had said to Bash, and after seeing Jeff during the silence, then Bash dying so violently, guilt seems to be all she is feeling. The man had hurt her, but she had thrown his emotions and fears back at him in a way that only she can, and it had left him feeling like a dark hole of sorrow for weeks, something she could feel from across the ship, no matter where she was. It’s truly a curse, being able to feel. So she’s here, outside his door, ready to knock, knowing he has every right to refuse to speak to her.
“I know you’re in there.” She says, “We can have this conversation one-sided through the door, or you can answer me. Whichever you prefer.”
A Revelation in the light of day | Yato
Valdis is avoiding Nobunaga, she knows whenever he is near and just vanishes before he can ever get close enough to see her. Is it a waste of soul energy when she hasn’t collected any since nearly killing him? Yes. But she wants nothing more to do with him. Yato, however, is a different story. She knows her actions caused him pain, but at least the both of them were alive. She’s on the sports deck when she senses he is nearby and slowly seeks him out. Just after asking him for a new wish, to find something that would make him happy, she does something to hurt him. So many people were hurt that day.
“Yato?”
Would you leave me, if I told you what I’ve done?| CW: Hallucinations? | Open
Valdis sits with her head on the table, seemingly asleep at the Sanddollars, but the entire table is covered in pictures she’s taken from the photo wall. Several of them feature a giant black Hound carrying a disemboweled half transformed Siffleur through the ship, bloody paw prints through the hallways, carnage in Tommy Bahama’s. Some are of her flirting with Nobunaga in the aftermath, and of her and Erin doing the Tango. A few are shredded, but one is just torn in half and if the pieces are put back together, you can see her shadow isn’t that of a human, or a Hound, but of a giant seven-headed serpent, or at least it is what she sees. It might be nothing more than a hallucination. Your choice.
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away | Open
There are books scattered all over the library, flung onto tables, onto the floor on chairs, as Valdis tears it apart looking for information on rules and demons and anything else that might be binding enough for someone to kill the person they love. It wasn’t a game. No one played games with the lives of their lovers. Even she, in his last, suffering years couldn’t do it. He would have hated what she did next. Hell, she hated what she had done next. But nothing ever could have made her lift a finger against him.
Another book is tossed aside. Damn the fact that these are all fiction. There’s usually some truth in fiction. A frustrated, inhuman sound rises in her throat as she grabs another book off the shelf. The title doesn’t even sound helpful so she throws that one too. She speaks quickly to herself, words that no one but her can understand. Words that would normally carry power if she could only remember how to use them or was even aware she was saying them.
What I thought and what I said | Open
Lies. So many lies and so much manipulation over the years. Those involved with the meeting about the mutiny. Skulduggery had killed Clarke because she was a threat to the Captain. Even if Lord Vile was simply a persona, a part of Skulduggery, he was still Skulduggery. How it must feel to put something behind you only to have it rear its head again…
Valdis is sitting and staring blankly at nothing in the lounge, unaware of everything going on around her, completely lost in her own mind, eyes essentially glossed over. She’s not even blinking. But she is armed, so engage at your own risk.
Wildcard
Anything you want, or PM me to discuss!
What: Valdis does stuff around the Serena Eterna, feel free to join her, unless your name is Nobunaga Oda, and then she’s ignoring you completely
When: January
Where: All over
Warnings: CWs for depression, mention of hallucinations, vague reference to suicide.
You’re my head, you’re my heart | Max Maximum | CW: Mention of Suicide
The days since Skulduggery’s death at the hands of the Captain have been hell. Not just from the overwhelming pain both of them and everyone else had been feeling, but of her own feelings of loss. It was tempting to find a way to destroy herself so she wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore, but it would solve nothing, and her soul was the one thing she had left that she didn’t want to lose. When she finally decides to stop hiding, she just returns to her room, telling Palamedes to not bother her and falls asleep for several days, until a knock comes at the door and she stirs.
And in your place there were a thousand other faces | Bash
Death, and those who touched it often, were not supposed to rest. Skulduggery had said that Vile killed Bash because he couldn’t stand the thought of another Death Bringer. In that respect, Skulduggery not knowing her might have been a mercy. She and Max also might have died. But after what she had said to Bash, and after seeing Jeff during the silence, then Bash dying so violently, guilt seems to be all she is feeling. The man had hurt her, but she had thrown his emotions and fears back at him in a way that only she can, and it had left him feeling like a dark hole of sorrow for weeks, something she could feel from across the ship, no matter where she was. It’s truly a curse, being able to feel. So she’s here, outside his door, ready to knock, knowing he has every right to refuse to speak to her.
“I know you’re in there.” She says, “We can have this conversation one-sided through the door, or you can answer me. Whichever you prefer.”
A Revelation in the light of day | Yato
Valdis is avoiding Nobunaga, she knows whenever he is near and just vanishes before he can ever get close enough to see her. Is it a waste of soul energy when she hasn’t collected any since nearly killing him? Yes. But she wants nothing more to do with him. Yato, however, is a different story. She knows her actions caused him pain, but at least the both of them were alive. She’s on the sports deck when she senses he is nearby and slowly seeks him out. Just after asking him for a new wish, to find something that would make him happy, she does something to hurt him. So many people were hurt that day.
“Yato?”
Would you leave me, if I told you what I’ve done?| CW: Hallucinations? | Open
Valdis sits with her head on the table, seemingly asleep at the Sanddollars, but the entire table is covered in pictures she’s taken from the photo wall. Several of them feature a giant black Hound carrying a disemboweled half transformed Siffleur through the ship, bloody paw prints through the hallways, carnage in Tommy Bahama’s. Some are of her flirting with Nobunaga in the aftermath, and of her and Erin doing the Tango. A few are shredded, but one is just torn in half and if the pieces are put back together, you can see her shadow isn’t that of a human, or a Hound, but of a giant seven-headed serpent, or at least it is what she sees. It might be nothing more than a hallucination. Your choice.
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away | Open
There are books scattered all over the library, flung onto tables, onto the floor on chairs, as Valdis tears it apart looking for information on rules and demons and anything else that might be binding enough for someone to kill the person they love. It wasn’t a game. No one played games with the lives of their lovers. Even she, in his last, suffering years couldn’t do it. He would have hated what she did next. Hell, she hated what she had done next. But nothing ever could have made her lift a finger against him.
Another book is tossed aside. Damn the fact that these are all fiction. There’s usually some truth in fiction. A frustrated, inhuman sound rises in her throat as she grabs another book off the shelf. The title doesn’t even sound helpful so she throws that one too. She speaks quickly to herself, words that no one but her can understand. Words that would normally carry power if she could only remember how to use them or was even aware she was saying them.
What I thought and what I said | Open
Lies. So many lies and so much manipulation over the years. Those involved with the meeting about the mutiny. Skulduggery had killed Clarke because she was a threat to the Captain. Even if Lord Vile was simply a persona, a part of Skulduggery, he was still Skulduggery. How it must feel to put something behind you only to have it rear its head again…
Valdis is sitting and staring blankly at nothing in the lounge, unaware of everything going on around her, completely lost in her own mind, eyes essentially glossed over. She’s not even blinking. But she is armed, so engage at your own risk.
Wildcard
Anything you want, or PM me to discuss!
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"No, that's exactly what I think would happen. And the one difference is, I wouldn't create a place of America's greatest things to appease Klaus, I'd ask everyone else for help, even if they hated me. That's why I did everything I did, Valdis."
He just... Lays on the floor on his back and picks up a book and flips through it. He doesn't realize she'd let him leave at this point, remember?
"I'm not asking to hurt your or insult you, are you able to see past the emotions or are they blinding? I want to ask that better, but I cannot at this time, I'm too overwhelmed. And I'm asking for help, just like I said."
If she wants information, he can DO information, too much of it, usually, but he's going to ask for direction in return. He can only do the abstract. When it comes to things like Arthur being blind? So is Nobunaga. He has to be told.
"Hey. Was --" Hell colorless, no no no no, she doesn't want to remember Hell, stupid. "Have you always seen colors?" It's related. Things everyone else takes for granted.
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"You have the emotional depth of a teaspoon. Now get out so I can actually do something important."
She goes over to pick up her phone and return it to her pocket. She will now commence completely ignoring him again.
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He also won't leave just because she says so, pretending to be engrossed with the book, but eventually he's bored, so he disappears.