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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: six,
- genshin impact: venti,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- infinity train: ryan akagi,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of the abyss: tear grants,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the prisoner: number 6,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
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!
[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 Daisy doesn't have a clue. Even if she'd bothered to tap deeper into Crabb's memories for this, she wouldn't find what she needs, would she? Not beyond casual mentions of training, things easily written off.
The scissors hit their mark dangerously close to her throat and Daisy's snarls only get louder. She grabs for his arm, his wrist, trying to wrench it around, still focused on getting those damned scissors out of his bloody hands. At the same time, she hooks a leg around his knee to try and drag his own support out from under him.
"Listen to that, crying for that bitch like it matters! She's not going to save you! No one is going to save you! Like no one saved us!"
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Johnny's voice gets her attention immediately. Of course Daisy picked him. Familiar prey, noncombatant, sweep him off the board and then she can join a fight that's not looking good for the damned. Perfect tactical sense.
Something in Erin's chest still wrenches, though.
The Fairest slips into the fight from behind. The knife flips in her hand, lunges for the space between Crabb's ribs -
(They're not Daisy's)
|Handle, for leverage|
And her left hand seizes at Crabb's hand for a painful wrist lock, to torque the arm straight.
"Welcome to the abundant world, sovereign."
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And he's not, he's not hurt at all. The blood that's on his hands, it's not his. Much of it isn't Crabb's either, it's curse blood, fake blood. He's alright.
"Erin, do you have this?"
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She's not used to feeling the pain quite so keenly.
This body just isn't used to it. It's not used to taking injuries that no one should be able to stand back up from and doing just that. It doesn't have the touch of the Hunt that let her power through, let her turn the violence back around and come out the other side just fine.
The knife drives between her ribs and Daisy cries out, a raw, animal sound (another noise from Crabb's lips that doesn't sound right in her mouth, another flashing sign of how Wrong this all is) that chokes off as Erin grabs her arm, yanks it where she wants her.
Her voice is pained, her breathing strained. But she still bites back. "Oh shut— shut up with that sov-sovereign bullshit! You're just the same as us in the end! Look— look at you! Knife buried in someone you thought you were ki-kissing t-two weeks ago!"
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Erin pushes with the knife. Pulls with her hand. She should just end it here.
(...There's something else we need to say.)
"Come back sometime," she murmurs, soft. Gentle. "There's a kiss with your name on it, and a home that can love you."
"Sorry, Daisy."
|Stone, you know the deal.|
And Stone sayeth: Yeah, yeah.
The might of the living world ripples through Erin's muscles, and she tears Crabb's arm off at the shoulder in a fountain of blood. The jerk of the separation sends the arm flying off into the chaos, and the body off of her knife.
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That sight is going to haunt his dreams for a long time.
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Daisy's died many ways, by now.
That was the thing about their voyage. They had to specify which Battle Royale they meant. No excursion ended without deaths. Daisy has died time and time again, at the hands of more people and situations than she can begin to count with her memories fuzzy at the edges.
(She'd almost been numb to it, by the end. Maybe if she hadn't had her throat slit that day she would've been spent soon, anyway.)
But what she does know is she's never died like this.
The pain whites out any deeper thought than that, soon enough. She hits the ground with an ugly thud and noises that aren't even animal, anymore, just... noise. You can't call it anything more specific.
(Before that— before that she doesn't know what to think. Doesn't know what to make of the contrast that colours this Erin woman from head to toe. Promises of a place for her with a knife in her ribs. Apologies and then the pain.)
(Even if the shock hadn't settled in, she wouldn't know what to make of it.)
(God, she hopes she doesn't go back to the Nothing. Can this just be it?)
(Can this just—)