It’s The End of the World as We Know It

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Who: Tiamat(Valdis), Clarke, The Captain and Skulduggery
What: The Beginning of the End Part 2
When: February
Where: The Bridge at Dawn
Warnings: Potential violence



After all that, waiting until dawn seems like little consequence. But wait she does, though she can’t help but send a little taunt to a particular party before making her way up to the bridge. The sun rises just over the edge of the water, the stars beginning to fade from view. She can sense Clarke not far behind, and the Skeleton must be here somewhere, though maybe they will get lucky and he’s elsewhere. Tiamat leans against the railing to look out over the realm a scared little child created, musing over the various outcomes of what is about to happen. Even if the Captain knows who she is, he’d entertained her before, there’s no reason to suspect he won’t now.

“Oh, Captain,” she says, still watching the sun come up. “Care to watch the sunrise with me?”

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cw eye trauma and suicide reference

[goodweather]

[ Give a guy a damn second, will you? And even if he wasn’t immediately going to check Darcy anyway (and he’s pretty sure it’s not bleeding nearly enough for a real puncture after all the screwdrivers he killed himself with), they’re not the freshly enslaved guy in the room. ]

That’s the idea. I just thought I’d let you know before I get my head chopped off or sent to a torture chamber again, so you know what to look for off my paralyzed corpse. Or severed hand, or something. Here, try opening for me…?

[ He speaks as he puts on his reading glasses and crouches down and, still gently, takes their face in his hand (his sleeve rides up a touch; there's some kind of black brace under there) to look at the damage. He has to turn his face to look at it with his good eye and cover his bad one. A thin feeling of chill rises in the air again, though it’s oddly muted.

Phil brings up the edge of his sleeve to dab off the slurry of blood and tears. It’s not pretty at all, but he can already tell it’s not much more than the eyelid off.

He pulls a pack of tissues from his pocket and hands it to them. ] Eye’s fine. It’s just the lid. Okay, one sec.

[ He turns to the Captain and crouches, reaching out to the collar, seeking that same feeling of latching on as he’d gotten with Fever. ]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy bristles visibly at Phil listing all the awful things that could happen to him, flinches away from his touch just out of instinct to not let anything touch the injury. But they force theirself to still, cold to the touch under his hand. Then, Phil separates again. More important things- still, always.

If it's minor, then it can get fixed. They need to get it fixed.

Helena.

A brief nudge against Skully's arm, and then they stagger to their feet- ]

I'll be right back-

[ Suddenly, Darcy is a dark shape on the ground, and speeds off towards the side of the ship, slipping into Helena's room via the window. ]

Babe?

[decrypter]

[Helena is curled in bed, clutching one of her rabbit dolls close, frowning a little. she starts at the voice, sitting up clumsily, and her voice is thick with sleep.]

Darcy? What's going on?

[who's fighting this early in the morning? how'd they get in here?]

[saltwaterlungs]

I promise I'll tell you in a second, I just really need you to focus right now-

[ A hand goes to Helena's on top of the doll, which is very cute but also not the biggest priority right now. ]

Do you still have that thingie you showed me that one time? The- the healing thingie?

[decrypter]

The Gesture? Yes...who needs it?

[if Darcy's coming to get her instead of letting the people who know the infirmary care for it, it must be bad. more than one person injured. or...]

I can get dressed...

[saltwaterlungs]

Me, [ Darcy says, firmly but not sharply. ]

Clarke tried to take my eye out. It's- I'll be fine, I just need you to do the thing. Then I'll explain, I promise.

[decrypter]

What?!

[now she's moving closer to Darcy, raising her free hand. the Gesture she pulls from her willpower for, remembering the twisting and connected motions clear as anything. the strange sound of foam coming from a spray can and a somewhat tacky feeling settling over Darcy's injuries. but the bleeding has stopped, and their eye should be feeling better, a cooling sensation settling over the irritation, as well as some of their vitality back. it'll dry soon enough, offering more protection against the world - it'll be a shield, while the rest of the healing is done. and it'll offer no pain for now.

Helena reaches for their face, lightly feeling around their eyes to gauge things, before she nods.]

That better, or do you want another?

[she can. she figured out her limit is four, before she needs to recharge.]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ A small sigh in relief, and Darcy blinks away a few last pink tears before testing opening it again. A little hazy, but nothing that shouldn't right itself, not as badly maimed as they feared. ]

Much better. Okay- Clarke enslaved the Captain somehow, there's some ship that's shown up probably connected to that which we're planning to fight off, I'll let you know what's happening as soon as I know but-

[ Darcy, unthinking, presses their cheek to Helena's, tacky with Clarke's blood still drying on it, ] stay safe for me. I need to get back up there.

[decrypter]

What should I do? Should I stay here?

[here, away from the battle, her expression torn and aghast at hearing what's going on. how could Clarke enslave him? what ship? it's feeling like the Village, powerless in the face of a greater threat. what does she do now, to help?]