come_sailaway | 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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"My body is fine but for some fuckdamn reason I feel hyper-aware of my soul -"

(Is it our soul?)

|NOT NOW YOU FUCKING CLOWN-ASS SENSE OF PERSONAL CURIOSITY|

"- so uh, good fucking question. Just stay back from me. I don't want to hurt you."

Erin turns away, ears twitching violently, trying to pick out a target by sound alone. She doesn't know many people on the ship yet, it's gonna be hard to tell.

"...I might have to wait here for another fight. Ruby, listen. Whoever is wearing the faces of our friends isn't them. Focus on that. Lay them to rest quickly and remember that it's not them. It won't stop the hit from coming but it'll keep you on your feet now. Later...if any of us are sleeping tonight, I'll have your back."

None of that is reassuring. None at all. She doesn't want to kill anyone. It's not that she's never been prepared to—Brothers know she has been on more than one occasion, whether with her eyes or her blade—but she doesn't want to. Especially not friends. Or even friends' faces.

She swallows hard. Doesn't say any of that aloud.

"We— I think we have something to talk about, later. If— if—" there even is a later, nevermind sleep right now it's hard to believe they'll even all be making it out of tonight alive in the first place. "About your soul. You're— I think I know what's wrong. Or not wrong. It's—"

Deep breath. Tap back into the composure she's used to having to have. Over two years as a leader doesn't die overnight.

"You should be able to take a couple more strong blows before that protection gives way entirely. I can't say for certain, it varies, but— trust me. You'll feel it when it gives and after that, you're back to whatever your normal defences are and nothing else, but the pain and energy drain will catch up to you. I know you're strong. I know you have more magic than I can maybe even imagine, but— be careful. Please."

"I don't feel strong," Erin admits. "Just unleashed. There's such a difference." She takes in a shaky breath and returns to a wary circling motion, waiting. Someone's gonna want a piece; if any of those heavies got possessed it'll be them, hit hard and fast and clear the board. It's what Erin would do, tactically.

"...I'll be there for you on the other side, Ruby. All of you. If something happens, stick to the other youngbloods. I'd hate to think all that time on tactics class was for nothing."

"...I will. I can be back at their sides in an instant. I won't let anyone else get hurt if I can help it."

So often she can't, is the thing of it. Time and time again, Ruby Rose is just a little too late to save her friends. She really hopes that isn't the story of the night. She's so tired of it.

Deep breath, Ruby Rose. You've lived through situations just as bad. "See you on the other side, Erin."

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