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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[and then, Jenny's corpse falls to the ground once again, her head snapped in the other direction. Monday dusts her hand off on her dress.]

NOT. FUCKING. YOU.

[finally a chance to shoot Friday! and here he is, with his revolver.

HE KNOWS THIS IS A BAD IDEA AND YET HE CANNOT HELP HIMSELF but aim up at her face and fire. it's cathartic even if she disappears, because:]

I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN.

[Friday would never be that blunt about his own personal failings!!!!]

[the bullet hits.

and is immediately absorbed into her. and Monday just laughs.]

I'd be a little more careful over there! Your little boyfriend isn't here to put Humpty Dumpty back together again! Maybe if you're nice to me, I'll let you have one last conjugal visit before we banish that fucker to Hell!

Honestly? Worth the risk. I've been dying to punch an obnoxious teenager in the face for weeks.

[ok plan b. he's going to literally power launch himself at her. he is absolutely going to try and deck her in the face(ish area). is his fist on fire when he does so? fuckin obviously, bitch!]

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Shit, tell that to my agent before I kill you!

[she doesn't bother teleporting this time. she leaps, seconds before his impact, and hangs in the air for a moment before landing, cat-like, a few feet away.]

Okay, so, I've legitimately been wondering - how does that even work? Dicks don't have bones, so are you guys just scissoring in there or something?

[in case he is unaware, she makes a tribbing gesture with her fingers.]

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Ugh, unimaginative and vulgar. Pathetic.

[he darts after her, fist still on fire and still geared back to strike -- but instead, he throws his hand forward and throws what amounts to a cinderblock of air straight at her face.]

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Hey! You!

[ This isn't a murder attempt. He's a ghost right now and can't really do much murder, anyway.

It's just an important question. ]

...Are you gonna kill the captain after all this?

Not right after! I mean, the torture obviously comes first!

[ The corners of his mouth twitch into a smile - finally, someone who's saying the things he wants to hear - but where this would have been an easy decision a few months ago, he can't help but hesitate now.

He almost had real friends. They're going to hate him for this.

But he's going to hate himself if he has to sit by and watch that fucker suck the life out of them slowly until they all get sent to nothing, just like these ghosts are now. ]

Yeah. Taste of his own fucking medicine, right? All that he deserves and more.

[ He's full of hate and anger and, annoyingly enough, fucking guilt. ]

[leans forward, and god, she wishes this bitch could grin.]

And more.

Join the winning team, kid. How far do you think you're gonna get with these fucking losers?

[ He looks behind his shoulder, and frowns. In his hand is the sword Bash gave him in confidence, trusting that he'd choose the right team.

He was wrong. Serves everyone right for believing in a piece of shit like him. ]

Not far at all. I want in.

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"MADDY! Maddy maddyyyy maddy Maddy maddy MADDY-"

Yakko bounds up to her, still waving around the animatronic arm.

"Lemme out! I need to get the piano from John's!! C'moooon!! I won't hit on you for a month!!"

[...]

Make it two and I'll just. Fucking magic you one? Idiot.

YESSSS- you're the best!! I'll make it three and throw in a new car if you get me a mallet while we're at it!!!

[ Once he gets his body back, of course, these pockets are useless. Not even any baloney in them! ]

[god if she has to waste magic to get an idiot to shut up one more time--

snaps her fingers. acme delivery!]

Have a ball, dogboy.

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[She's wanted to fight someone since she got here, and never really got the chance. It's been zombies and that dumb cat, only. So she's itching for it.

She sprints up, half in and half out of her inflatable dinosaur costume, shifting as she runs into the shape of a dire wolf. She launches herself at Monday's throat.]

Shit--

[Monday tends to forget she has magic at points during fights. it's not very convienent. but, she also is no longer in the body of a willowy starlet with a nicotine addiction. she is inside a shambling flesh homunculus that can effortlessly lift steel girders and double-fist deadweight corpses. and so, the wild kick she aims at the wolf's torso has a bit more power than even she is expecting.]

Fuck off back to the furry convention!

[She would be more indignant if she was clear about what that means. And also if that didn't hurt, a lot; Monday is a lot stronger than she expected. The blow sends her rolling across the deck, and throws her back into her human(ish) shape. She tries to get up, and falls back down, struggling to keep her feet.]

This doesn't have a chance of working. She knows that. This is a ghost, and a spellcaster, and inhabiting a body that isn't even her own; what is she going to do, with her long needle and her little knife?

(A remembered voice, smooth and dry with only a little bite: You've done well enough with them before, haven't you?)

A glance to where Darcy is still holding the line, with Bastion's assistance now, and she starts working her way sideways. She's not trying to get close to Monday, not yet; only trying to get a clear line of sight, without being noticed herself.

She's always been good at not being noticed.

[suddenly directly next to her:] Hey, so, is your brother still single at your point in the timeline? Twunky nerd is solidly in my top five types.

[not that good.]

All Cassandra hears of that is hey, so, is your brother still before her mind whites out in combined terror and fury, and she moves --

-- whirl and thrust in a single motion, the rapier biting deep, her feet moving on their own to disengage and retreat before she consciously registers that the blow landed.

Run, advises the memory of her brother's voice, and she turns and runs.

( time is fluid, at some point between his awakening and her beheading, ivar breezes over to the shadow cast by the roof of the pool bar. he's idle, holding a table leg like a child would a stuffed toy, occasionally spinning it in his hand. stops somewhere around the feet of dead pirate-jenny-colin-robinson, and after a beat kicks at the sole of unmoving shoes with a weird sort of delight.

then he looks at monday like one gazes upon an angel: adoringly, respectfully. )

You gave me legs.

[... what, did she forget fucking Ariel was in their group who the fuck didn't have legs--

ah, right... okay, whatevs. she gives him an appreciative nod, since she is not currently able to properly leer.]

Pretty nice ones, if I say so myself. Let's get those around my head once I'm back to normal, 'kay?

( YA COME HERE TO COMPLIMENT A NICE LADY WITCH WHO BROUGHT YOU BACK FROM NOTHINGNESS AND GET —

:|

he will not be flustered, he is the most famous of all vikings. who happens to suddenly be reminded he's in an indecent-length dress and has boobs too. gods. )

I came to pay respects, not proposition. But at your insistence...

[pause

...]

Okay, so, I winked just there? But, you couldn't see it. Obviously. But, it totally happened.