( clarke is still not paying mizuki much mind here. sorry she's a bad friend, there's just a lot to focus on between the hints and hopes spilling out of venti's mouth, and her own chaotically swirling thoughts. she's trying to listen, while also draw up a list of rebellion leaders among their fellow passengers who could be trusted to make hard choices and not turn on their alliance, and —
well, there's only so much one can ignore from the peanut gallery before clarke is flicking her eyes towards mizuki and just... if ??? had a face, it'd be hers in this moment. this is not the time to be waxing poetic about heroics or boosting their egos about this arguable foolish quest. celebrating victories and valor could wait until after they'd won, or even just knew they were right — and then she's turning back to venti to continue nodding along.
it's gonna have to be a killshot. decarabian was an ominous but kind of cool name, she'd look for it in any literature among the library's disorganized stacks, just in case there were further clues. a surprise rebellion was key, but what was the best way to disguise their efforts. and — wait, what now about jenny?
it's honestly not until venti's attention is completely sidetracked by jenny's forays that clarke follows suit, squinting over at mizuki with a mix of confusion and alarm. how does he know that. why would he know that? why would jenny share that? and... honestly? that poor god-woman.
not exactly wry, but similarly not surprised: )
...Maybe that's why she told me to kick him in the dick, and save her a few shots.
( after all, clarke's having a very hard time not imagining it as some unhealthy dynamic where jenny's endgame had been to regain the souls of her brothers, where as the captain simply desired to get his fingers deeper into her soul.
jumping to conclusions? absolutely. do they galvanize her thoughts? absofuckingloutely. )
Okay, so we can nix the lover. Or concubine, whatever. ( and honestly thank god, after jenny's parting nugget of wisdom during their conversation, clarke's newest fear has been a spring wedding. ) So, what about some sort of right hand man? If he made Friday there's no way he'd give her the option to get close enough and stick him full of arrows, but if someone else were to get inside his confidence... Preferably without taking the same route Jenny did.
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well, there's only so much one can ignore from the peanut gallery before clarke is flicking her eyes towards mizuki and just... if ??? had a face, it'd be hers in this moment. this is not the time to be waxing poetic about heroics or boosting their egos about this arguable foolish quest. celebrating victories and valor could wait until after they'd won, or even just knew they were right — and then she's turning back to venti to continue nodding along.
it's gonna have to be a killshot. decarabian was an ominous but kind of cool name, she'd look for it in any literature among the library's disorganized stacks, just in case there were further clues. a surprise rebellion was key, but what was the best way to disguise their efforts. and — wait, what now about jenny?
it's honestly not until venti's attention is completely sidetracked by jenny's forays that clarke follows suit, squinting over at mizuki with a mix of confusion and alarm. how does he know that. why would he know that? why would jenny share that? and... honestly? that poor god-woman.
not exactly wry, but similarly not surprised: )
...Maybe that's why she told me to kick him in the dick, and save her a few shots.
( after all, clarke's having a very hard time not imagining it as some unhealthy dynamic where jenny's endgame had been to regain the souls of her brothers, where as the captain simply desired to get his fingers deeper into her soul.
jumping to conclusions? absolutely. do they galvanize her thoughts? absofuckingloutely. )
Okay, so we can nix the lover. Or concubine, whatever. ( and honestly thank god, after jenny's parting nugget of wisdom during their conversation, clarke's newest fear has been a spring wedding. ) So, what about some sort of right hand man? If he made Friday there's no way he'd give her the option to get close enough and stick him full of arrows, but if someone else were to get inside his confidence... Preferably without taking the same route Jenny did.
( killing everyone on board, yikes. )