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Valdis ([personal profile] redlightgreenlight) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-11-01 02:32 pm

I Was Looking for a Breath of Life

Who: Valdis and Open!
What: New Arrival tries to cope with being dropped into a new place after a massive bloodbath
When: November
Where: All over
Warnings: Headaches, grumpiness, will warn if it gets worse than that.




1) Arrival: Her head screamed at her, sharp pain cutting into her vision with every breath. Eyes closed tightly, Valdis does her best to breathe. The heavy death in the air, filled with lingering desperation and trauma tightened her chest. Of all the times to fall into a new world, it would be just after a massacre. With her head in her hands, her black hair hiding her face, she leaned against the railing of the walkway, trying to drown out the pain. This was definitely where it all happened. The pain was worse here.
"Haven't felt this bad since the last war," she muttered. "How many people died?"


2) Revelations: Valdis worked her way through the ship, avoiding her cabin as much as possible, seeking to memorize the layout of the ship and maximize her ability to move quickly should it be necessary. The Void is silent, a fact she should be grateful for, and in some ways, very much is. But now the silence is simply silence, and the feeling that the dead are around every corner sits in her gut. She can’t see them, except maybe flitting out of the corner of her eyes from time to time, but she can sense that they aren’t alone. Footsteps sounded from behind her, she’d been so focused on the dead that she hadn’t paid attention to the living. She turns around, hand on the hilt of the rather impressive sword hanging on her hip.

"Hello?"

3)Buffet: Without the ability to draw on the dead, Valdis must find something to soothe the very human feeling of hunger. She’d known the feeling from home, before her memories had begun to return, but now she found it highly annoying.

“What’s the best thing here?”

Second Week of November and Onwards

4) Library: Valdis has finally taken Erin's advice and found the black binder in the library. She is not thrilled with what she's reading and the tension is visible in her usually elegant jawline and the glowing red in her eyes. Fear isn't found anywhere in her demeanor or soul, but rather a thoughtful, yet tense, aura radiates from where she sits. She's so focused that almost anyone not touched by death could approach without her noticing. If they are touched by death, she may react poorly, so tread carefully.

5) Hurikane: She can't get drunk, but she sure is trying her best with pure vodka and whatever else she can find that's strong. She's not even really trying to taste it, just downing it as fast as the invisible bartender can deliver, and exhausting her healing abilities as she goes. It's still not enough to even give her a buzz though. Disappointing.

6)Wildcard round: Your turn!
konpeito_aji: (mufufu)

Buffet

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2022-11-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ice cream!" Without hesitation. "Ah, but that's not here. The desserts. There's too many to list. But watermelon is also amazing."

Nobunaga doesn't look like a five year old despite those words, he's wearing jet black full plate mail and average male human height, and carrying a long gun, and two katana openly on his right hip, though the left side still bears some scorch marks on the armor and the belt has been only makeshift mended at best. Still, his plate has almost only desserts on it. Not the most responsible of adults here.
konpeito_aji: (katana fanboy)

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2022-11-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Scoops. It's on the Promenade. They have 31 flavors, and I tried them all. What kind of foods are usually your favorite?"

Nobunaga does his best to discreetly (he has no chance of this because he's not discreet...) get a glance at what type of blade it is. Although he can't recognize most katana on sight, unless they're one of his own collection or passed through his hands, to call him a fanboy of weapons would be a true understatement. They will always be his first true love. He knows much less about European style blades of course, but this literally only means he can't name every swordsmith forge and creators. The country of origin and its utility? That he's overly advanced in.
konpeito_aji: (falcon sword and gun: check)

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2022-11-02 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
A slow nod. "I collect them." Because he doesn't view fencing as a sport or the way other people here view swords. With dignity, honor, a vital skill. To him, they're weapons of war, trophies, and a testament of survival of the fittest. Well, to be fair, he was the same way back home. Always a weirdo! "This one is Souza Samonji, the conqueror's blade. Forged by the master Saemonzaburo in--" He does some brief calculations and translations in his head, even though it'd likely get translated anyway, he feels better eking out even a tiny grasp of control over the words, so at least if mistakes are made, he knows for sure it's on his own end, "1334 by Western calendar." His hand hovers over the shorter of the two katana also red and gold hilted, though the brand he placed on it it hidden beneath the sheath. "This is Heshikiri Hasebe, of the 1312 forgesmith: Hasebe Kunishige. He requires a strong hand to control as he can cut even with wind pressure." No, he can't. Nobunaga's just dramatic as hell. As if the red and black long ass heavy-cutter sword didn't indicate that on its own.

"I recently recovered one of his younger brothers," the sword has brothers. Yes. Obviously being poetic there. "I shall give to one of my samurai here. He tried very hard to earn it over the last month."
theweakhavepurpose: (We're not gonna make it)

Revelations

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-11-02 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Deputy Pratt has had the worst month of his life in October. Or well, life and death actually. Which is still saying something considering how much he was tortured when he was alive.

He's wearing his uniform, but even though he's always been small and skinny, he's downright emaciated now and the shirt is hanging off of him. He had to pierce another hole into his duty belt to get it to fit.

He's carrying a totebag full of junk food from the Sundries shop, bags of Serena Eterna doritos crinkling as he walks.

"Oh. Uh. Hey." He sounds exhausted, and his voice is a bit like a crow with laryngitis. His eyes flick over her, searching his memories for if he knows this person, "You new?"
theweakhavepurpose: (Leaving)

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-11-03 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
He watches her hand listlessly, if he was feeling more like himself he would definitely comment on it because swords are cool. He's a big fan. Right now though... Yeah that's a thing to fanboy over another time.

"Probably not, but I'm not gonna just stay in my room forever. So..." He shrugs, gesturing to the bag over his shoulder, "This is for Steve. Helping out ya know."
crushed_pearls: (Default)

1) Arrival (Early Afternoon November 2nd)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-11-03 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
With a lot of her friends still locked in their cabins and the restless need to exhaust herself before bed for reasons we will not be thinking about because it will only make things worse, Erin has found herself back in the pattern of exploring the ship to fill her days. It reminds her of September, some, before she really knew anyone she felt comfortable intruding on.

(Though that's hardly the problem right now, is it?)

She scowls at herself and then stops when she catches a taste of agony on the air, throbbing and severe. That cannot be good. She picks up the pace, heavy boots clomping on the deck, and finds -

- Oh shit, new arrival.

"Are you hurt?" Erin calls out, face all concern. "Did someone jump you or -" she falters trying to find a list of alternate options.

There's.

There's been a lot of those alternate options so far.
konpeito_aji: (To war)

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2022-11-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"No." A firm head shake no. "I'll never teach swords. Guns, self-defense, sumo, archery, horseback riding -- not applicable here unless some island comes out and they had cars before, falconry, any weapons, but never swords. Where I'm from that is the purview of monks, and taught from birth. I would do better at teaching religion, and I declared war on most religions."

It's an important distinction. "There are many sword masters if you wish to challenge them, or their students. I know Maeve is someone I would consider possibly stronger than me, but I'm grateful to count her as an ally. Pratt is my samurai, because in his time in his lands, he's a deputy, and he's used to having to look after others, which alleviates a great deal of pressure on me personally."

A genuinely sad expression. "I take no pleasure in sword forms. Some here do, but to me it's survival, nothing more. It's difficult for me to hold back my inner demons when exercising the traditional forms, truly."
theweakhavepurpose: (Monologue)

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-11-03 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what I'm trying to do, if I sit around too long I get uh.. alll..." He furrows his brow trying to remember the word Tammy had used when yelling at him back in the Wolf's Den. "Catatonic. And it's apparently super freaky to everyone else."

Or just really depressing, depending on how he's taking staring at the wall that day.

"I'm Deputy Pratt, by the way."
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-11-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, hell. I've got pain meds on me if those will help but -" Erin interrupts herself with a deep breath. "...Sorry to say the suffering is only going to continue."

What in God's name is this person? The blindfold picks her up just fine but with an incredible impression of age; there are moments where she flickers into the background, as if she's simply of the world rather than a piece of it. Erin shakes her head violently and distracts herself getting out some Tylenol. The bottle rattles when she holds it up with a hopeful expression.
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-11-03 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Erin bites her lip. The idea of letting this stranger touch her -

(Ah, but we would be the ones touching, right? Holding her up, like. You got this, Peters.)

...Okay, point.

(Also, how odd we feel?)

There's the asshole we know.

"Just try not to touch me more than is strictly necessary," Erin requests, going to offer Val her much more literal support. "I don't know your deal yet but if it gives you any ideas, the epicenter of the previous disaster is the pool up on Deck Six, and the current misery is down in the cabin halls. The theater's basically never used by anyone that isn't me and a friend of mine, would that help?"

hellonspectacles: (his eyes were a perfectly lambent grey)

Revelations

[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2022-11-03 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Palamedes is leaving his cabin—Valdis’ cabin, too, even if she is avoiding it and he doesn’t realize it yet—when he feels the air subtly shift. He had once told Clarke that he could feel a change in thanergy the way a person might feel a change in the amount of oxygen in a room. There’s no immediate zing when it increases, but gradually, Pal becomes aware that he can breathe easier.

And that’s what it feels like in the otherwise quiet hallway. For a moment he fears that another round of death and destruction has befallen the ship, but then he notices the woman stalking the corridor about fifty feet ahead of him. Surreptitiously as he can, Palamedes follows her.

It isn’t long before she spots him, which isn’t a surprise. Sneaking isn’t a particular skill of Pal’s. Gaze flickering to the sword (it’s a very impressive sword), he raises his hands and smiles politely. “Hullo. Can I help you find something? You look a bit lost.”
theweakhavepurpose: (Suspicious)

[personal profile] theweakhavepurpose 2022-11-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You've been talking to the Demon King." He gives a bark of laughter, "I hope he's not talking me up right now when I'm a goddamn disaster after last month. But yeah, that's me."

He runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it back from where a few chunks had fallen into his face, "Oh, uh. If I get all up in my head I'll just sit in one place and stare at walls for days. Lose track of time. It's uhm, precursor to something worse. Which is why I'm out and about and bringing snacks to stoners. Protect and serve."

There's an attempt at a smile there.
crushed_pearls: (Default)

[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-11-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless you're about to insist stridently I'll lead the way. Folks are on edge right now and I'd rather your welcome here not get any worse than it already is. C'mon, this way. We'll take the elevators."

Erin sets off, an itching feeling between her shoulder blades -

(How odd we feel)

- but ready to commit to what she just said by, to wit, not actually giving the directions. If Valdis does in fact follow her she eventually gets: "Would talking be a welcome distraction or just hurt more?"
konpeito_aji: (fight TO THE PAIN)

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2022-11-03 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"It's all right. I never know whether to use my title here or not. The Demon King of 6th Heaven. It rarely means to anyone what it meant in my world and time, so usually I think it's better to leave it off." Even though he earned it, and ironically having been reassured it was not literal, he was more willing to embrace it again.

Is Pratt a friend? So far only Crichton and Klaus had declared themselves so, and Nobunaga had embraced that wholeheartedly, but Crichton was a non-combatant, and Klaus was even more than a friend now, but ex-army as well. Whereas Pratt and Teyrey thought of themselves as still military so Nobunaga fell into more of a commander stride with them both. Maybe. He'd leave it up to Pratt to figure out. Maybe Klaus since they considered themselves Alternate Universe twins.

Ohhhhhh it's glowy! Nobunaga is instantly distracted from his internal musings back to fanboy enthusiasm.

"Only recently?" A curious hum as he tilts his head, examining it as close as possible without touching it. "The Souza Samonji..." He gently pops it free and carefully holds it with both hands, showing off the brand he'd placed on it as a brash youth, "Is also considered a cursed blade. Supposedly those who wield it will inevitably become demon kings, conquerors. They covet those who wield it, and use it to extend their power's reach. I've always considered it foolishness; the same as all other religious beliefs, but here: things I took for granted as fake turn out to be true sometimes. All the same, I allowed someone other than myself to wield it recently, but he's experienced no change. No demon king urges, and no desire to hold onto the blade," a firm nod, still just checking out her sword from all angles.

"Do you know anything about its previous owners?" He can recite the Souza Samonji's entire owner history to his point, because he is an absolute lunatic. But he does highly value the swords' history, the creators, the trail of ownership, and all the documents he put together for all his swords, whether given away as presents or not; were his literal hobby.

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