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

[palfriday]

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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[mikraitios]

Dead.

( It's Castor who answers the question first. Tired—exhausted, but matter of fact as he speaks.

Rita, the spirit that took her body as host—that vessel is no longer breathing, and so the both of them are gone for now. Castor doesn't so much as lift his gaze as he responds. Down on one knee with the other pulled up to rest his still-functioning left arm against, the makeshift bandage of bloody scrap cloth wrapped around his torso is more or less obscured by the position. But there's no hiding the way his right hand hangs limply at his side, wrapped in the same white cloth that has long since soaked all the way through with blood, to say nothing of the sorry state the rest of his body is in.

It's only after a moment's pause that he'll look to Pollux, sincere concern reflected in his eyes as she continues to delicately cradle the body in her lap. )

[nyktifanis]

( pollux is bound in place where she is, not wanting to move as much with the damages done to her waist where blood seeps through her own bandages. there's a small line of blood that drips into the water underneath, but despite the blooming pain that throbs there she finds that her hold on rita doesn't waver. her head tilts down to look at the female, unfortunate that her body had to suffer such a horrible circumstance, and there was nothing they can do to prevent it. all they are left with are prayers, and a body cold to the touch that is meant to be a friend of theirs. this temperature doesn't fit her hot-headed attitude, it's unfamiliar, disheartening, but she will not take just having her body for granted. this is the closest she's ever been to rita after all.

pollux can feel the energy of another person coming closer, but they seem more friend than foe, an almost familiar presence that she confirms when her brother responds. it makes her wonder if he's worried about rita, or the person that once inhabited rita's body— does he know? )

The spirit that once lived inside has left, it seems as though... they suffered from a fatal battle. In turn, Rita's body was too fragile to handle the aftermath as they could hardly move.

( she can't even tell if that's good or bad, on one hand it managed to rid them of the spirit, but on the other hand... she's more susceptible to death, but all living beings are. )

[fonomena]

[Jade draws close enough to be within hearing range, but comes no nearer once the twins begin responding, steps slowing to a halt. ...Even at this distance, granted, their voices still seem far away...even if he can at least parse the words said. For some reason, for a very long moment, it's terrifically difficult to look anywhere but at the familiar body still secured in Pollux's arms.

News of this body's death should be a relief. The captain had stated, from his perch at the edge of the hole now in the promenade ceiling, that it would ultimately be the only way to break the possessive hold of the ghosts upon their hosts. ...Yet the numbly dull ache in Jade's chest doesn't fade, at the confirmation; deepens all the more, if anything.

Yet again, in a span of weeks, he's failed to keep Rita safe. And this time--]

The battle was meant to be fatal, yes. I was the one who struck her body down. [The great strike of lightning, right before the collapse of the deck; Pollux may have seen it, perhaps, in Rithos' vicinity at that time. Jade's confirming ownership of it now, at any rate. There's no pride or satisfaction to the statement, flat and empty as it's laid.] ...Though I see it wasn't immediate, as I'd hoped. I--

[What is there to say? An apology? It would imply he regrets doing this--and he does not. Cannot. But...

The words catch in his throat, in the end. With a great deal of effort, he tears his eyes away from the body, tries to at least make eye contact with Pollux. ...The fact that both she and Castor are lingering beside her here, like this...]

--You two are friends of hers?