come_sailaway | monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

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monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

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Six blew out an exasperated breath. Well, if it was the only way...

Without looking back at his companion, he said, "I assume your observation about my sunglasses was supposed to go somewhere...?"

(in any other circumstances, she would be questioning what this thing, how it's operating, and how in the hell has she not noticed this thing around the ship. another time, of course. for now, she is just relieved there's something nearby who can help her. at least, jinx is hoping they will. they could very well be possessed, too.

but if that were the case, they wouldn't be asking if she could move, right? whimpering, she shakes her head.)

N-No... everythin' hurts.

(and it's been so long since she felt pain. it's really excruciating. she is in the brink of tears.)

Johnny's dirty and damp, blood on his clothes. Exhausted. Going to drop if they stand like this for too long. César lets go of the towel and puts both arms around him, holding him tight.

"... You can wear socks on your hands for tonight. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow. Here, I'll help you get dressed for bed."

The towel isn't being soaked through, so that's something they can work with. César gives Johnny a good five seconds to process that before he loosens his hug and keeps an arm around Johnny's shoulders to guide him out of the bathroom.

"Not really. Or, more precisely, it'd be rude to go further than that." César shrugs. "Not that would've stopped Rex's questions."

Ha! Don't you worry, I'm terrible at holding grudges.

[Fighting is a delight. Why would he resent those who share it with him, who help him grow stronger with every blow? On the Serena Eterna, you should be able to share a drink with someone who gutted you the day before.

If he loses this fight, then he's not worthy of keeping this existence anyway.]

In fact, I'll give you a gift!

[Natsuno had no idea how to do it, but Mikazuki was part of a contract before. His partner was lost to him because the captain hates animals, but he remembers the feeling. He reaches out inside himself, drawing energy like he used to when summoning his Domain Control.]

Extra power for you and your brother. I'll make things more interesting! [He smiles.] This way if you win, I win too. Remember me fondly, oh beautiful goddess of St. Elmo's fire.

“Oh. Alright.” He is pliable like pipe cleaners. Allowing himself to be guided and moved with no resistance, offering no opinion on pajamas. Sorry, César, he isn’t a very good conversationalist in this state.

He doesn't feel up to conversing much himself. On his way, he snags another towel. César finds a place for Johnny to comfortably stand and moves in front of him. Then, he slings the towel over his own shoulder and starts gently stripping Johnny out of his costume.

If things are going back to normal, the room will repair itself. Discarded clothes are not going to ruin it. When Johnny's out of his clothes, César wraps the towel around his shoulders.

"I'll get you some pajamas." César leans in first for a reassuring kiss before straightening and going to grab them. "I'll bring Rich in here with us and get some food we can eat cold. We'll all wake up together."

[ To be honest they've kiiinda been avoiding her because Maximilien said she'd want to make some kind of insane modifications to them and it fit with SecUnit/Rin's description of her. But they're here now! ]

[ She won't be able to grab onto them, then. Bastion's still not sure if that means anything else important is fractured; they don't have X-ray vision and their programmed knowledge was designed around how to break a human body, not how to fix one. Which parts to target, how to differentiate injured humans from mortally wounded ones. But they need to get her out of here before she gets crushed by another spontaneously materialising piano or something, so they'll just have to be as careful as possible. ]

// I'll take you to the infirmary. [ They bend at the waist, looming over Jinx. This is one of those moments when it'd be very helpful to have two hands. As gently as possible, they slide their manipulator arm – the one with the hand – under her shoulder blades and the barrel of their gun arm under her knees, and lift her out of the pile of broken furniture and squashed Halloween decorations. ]

If I may suggest... don't speak to me with that face.

( with her master's face, no less! he'd be too embarrassed to get half of these words out from between his lips, besides, he was quick to hide his smile away when she caught him on the beach. how is she going to express this to him when he comes back? there's no if, because she knows that no matter how much he doesn't care for himself that he has others he has to return to. it's just how to bring him back that is... she doesn't want to harm his body like she did hiyori;s, but maybe that's because she wants the less painful experience for him.

and there he goes, offering her something risky as she doesn't mind the abundance of energy, but... to have it pouring out is such a shameless play. )

Mikazuki. ( it's not as though she wants to make friends with the enemy, but rather. ) I have a few questions before you leave. Will you hear them out?

Great! Find other passengers and ALMOST kill them. Just almost! My friends need a living body to move in. Attack everyone except -

[Insert list of current possessed idk it's chaos]

Oh, and don't chop off limbs! We need these bodies functional.

Hai.

[Nobunaga bows, and holds up his raw first edition model coilgun.] So shooting is fine, right? No one should die from that.

Explosion: There's a small explosion on Nobunaga's left side. Luckily it's nearly contained, since he was told it was a flare, albeit the words were shield not a weapon, but he was thinking it was like gunpowder, and as such, kept the actual tin of gunpowder and such on the other side. "Guess that's the signal!" He declares... as if the sudden murder and war declaration were NOT the signal somehow. Unfortunately this also means he has to find his partner and do something with the weapons, as his holster and utility belt are useless. Which is a shame, he loved it. There is also a small burn under the cuirass on his left hip, but he's had worse burns than that.

Mind-Controlled:

[After running into Notsuno; Nobunaga gets mind-controlled because he's not wearing his gauntlets or sleeves and that's a very easy place to bite. He's under strict orders to only almost kill, no dismembering, and knows which people are possessed and therefore to avoid attacking.]

[He also has a coilgun that's been charging up and is now raring to go!]

[Maximum chaos get! His eyes are ice cold despite the red color, and his new mission apparently is to get bodies for all the ghosts on the other side from everyone here...]

After collapse / Quick Possession:

Nobunaga might have almost survived in spite of all that, held out his promise to Klaus, but a deck drop through what was only held up by magic was in no way something he counted on, nor knew how to deal with. He's not actually a lion, no matter how he's dressed, and with the cuirass he wouldn't want to try the pool to lessen the fall. He had no chance anyway, since he went to sleep instantly from the lullaby. So upon hitting the floor, he himself succumbed to near-death, and got possessed.

"There's still time to make a deal you know." So many poor unfortunate souls in dire need of help. For a price, of course. Perhaps it was Nobunaga's own weird obsession over the month with what having a soul meant he attracted a strange ghost. So Nobunaga's body gets to trying to help figure out the survivors, but luckily it won't last long, Klaus spares everyone and puts an end to it. Enjoy it while it lasts, the real Nobunaga would say.

No, I need —

( the last time she'd seen jade curtiss properly, it'd been while he diligently escorted her to palamedes's cabin in the wake of rita's revival and subsequent rampage. she had been limping horrifically, skin blackened and raw with burns, and after a brief attempt at playing untouchable, unflappable hero had fisted a hand in the fabric of his sleeve and leaned on him like a crutch. he had believed her then.

last time she heard jade curtiss speak, clarke had her back to the wall behind the door of cabin 105 while (enter some gentle godmodding) jade and pal argued in clipped, professional, quiet tones of increasing frustration and anger in regards to another murder she hadn't committed. he didn't believe her then.

and this time, well... through the duration of the party she'd tried to avoid the man himself and his line of sight, same as she'd done for rita. and luckily, perhaps, both were drifting through the festivities like they hadn't a care in the world; neither looking for a fight. there was no not attending the end of month bash, and plenty of strategically placed, spooky shadows to dip into should either draw too close. three hours of milling about, people watching, being absolutely floored and upset in watching natsuno drink with ebalon and flirt with jinx; being told less than twenty minutes ago that he was very obviously possessed and having the last lines of defensive denial wiped away. puzzle pieces had begun to slot into place, highlighting cagey warnings from jade and pal alike. and she'd been working towards the courage and calm to confront the shell of her best friend proper when all hell had broken loose.

monday murdered jenny, the slip of paper tucked in clarke's shirt exploded, then monday murdered whatever replaced jenny. chaos struck up like a fevered crescendo of violin strings; there was magic, there was swordplay, there were animitronics still cackling and fog machines still putting out sickly sweet mist. there was blood, there was bloodloss; there were revenants shedding their restraints and passengers fighting for their lives. instant warzone, just add the strike of midnight.

then there's jade again, right in her path. and an internally screaming concern that he'd still be acting like none of this was suspicious or worrisome strikes, guides her to change coarse in this wild dash for cover and, once again, grab his arm. not being speared through the chest or shaken off immediately feels like a good sign, and she'll parse how that you weren't — was supposed to end later. right now there are two other pressing concerns taking the spotlight.

one (minor): she absolutely needed a healer, and was maybe slowly dying.

and two (major): they were all maybe going to die here, if the shotgun blasts and explosions and screaming was any indication. they needed to escape. )

— for you to bring down the barrier. Please, Jade, there must be something you can do.

Skulduggery doesn't give Avery the same courtesy of looking him in the eyes, his attention trained on the gun in hand. He sees her hand flex just a split second before he lifts it; it happens so fast that he's still processing what Avery said when he has to retaliate.

He flings his hand out from where it rests by his holster, fingers held straight and tight together. The air between him and Darcy's body snaps taut, a razor-thin plane of thin air aimed directly at her throat. Air is better utilized as a concussive force, and yet here in the darkened, crumbling corner of the promenade, it becomes sharp enough to slice through muscle, skin, and cartilige. Bone, it seems, withstands the assault, but that hardly matters as the rest of her neck bursts along its new seam.

The spine is always the toughest bit; if Avery didn't have his vocal chords severed on impact he might've suggested he take tips from Darcy on the subject. His little Madame Guillotine. There's not time for any of it, it's a brutal and efficient method of dispatching him, and the gun drops from his hand. Darcy's head and terrified expression slumps backwards, and then the rest of her body hits the deck with a clatter of armour. St Jean received an arrow to the neck during a seige and lived, as written in her Hagiography; her impersonator isn't so lucky.

Dark, cold blood pools on the floor around her. Darcy looks dead enough usually that it's hard to notice a difference.

Calcite, an impassive witness to the event, flutters over after a moment. It hangs in the air over Skulduggery, button eyes unblinking.

[Yeah, it's probably a good thing Natsuno won't remember the things this ghost said with his mouth.]

Sure. The least I can do in return for not hitting me, I guess.

[ Get those legs moving, Rita. Because Fio-- Mary views you as an easy target as she tears her way across the deck. There's a very specific person that she's searching for, but she's not going to skip over what looks to be an easily attainable host body for one of her friends. ]

Miss Gogggggleeesss...!

[ The same, beloved nickname that Fio loves to call the older girl. The way the words are spoken, in the middle of the chaos, is far too cheerful in this dire situation. Little steps rush in high speed across the deck, charging towards Rita while she's standing stiff. Here comes Mary, wielding what appears to be a shiny steak knife... ]

( methinks mikazuki has been doing enough hitting for the both of them. )

If this doesn't pan out exactly as you want it, what happens to you?

( where do they go? where did they come from? ... )

[ Mary is out in the open, glancing around in a wildly, crazed expression that's unsuited for her current form. There's a very specific person that she's searching for in the middle of all the chaos. But still, she can stop and make a few detours. Like right now. Her eyes catch sight of what appears to be an easy target sneaking around.

Grinning, she skips over. The little girl peeks over the table while flailing her steak knife in the air. ]

Peek- a- boo!

"And we'll all be ourselves. Yes, that's perfect."

He lets César dress him, before he moves to the bed, curling up into a little Johnny-ball.

"I mean, hey. Look on the bright side, sweetheart... If it had been me you betrayed? Oh man, I'd have had to mess up that pretty little face of yours." And what a damn shame that would've been, huh?

Because that is a pretty fucking face she's got there. Hot body too.

"Instead, I've just been off making a little bit of a mess on Steven's face, if you catch my--" For fuck's sake-- really?

He's got a feral little bitch wrapped around him and not in the way he'd prefer. One hand goes to hank at one of hers, the other slashes out with the crescent blade to try to scare her off.

[ooc: Oh man, I'm cool with anything? Ava can have the honors of killing him if you'd like!]

[he pops up for a minute, you know, sometime after murdering Darcy, before or after passing out inside sand dollars. like, literally just kinda floats up like a tired dad riding the elevator to the room after day nine at disney.]

You have your work cut out for you tonight.

[sips]

Did you do the moon thing?

Naturally. Ah — I didn't drop it on anyone this time, though.

[The destruction of the ship and the freefall into the promenade kind of killed that plan.]

Next time, perhaps. I usually don't have good enough reasoning to utilize that spell.

There is always a next time, isn't there. [and sometimes he doesn't even make them! always appreciates a good moon drop, though, it has to be said.]

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