[ THIS REALLY IS THE MOST SQUEENIX VILLAIN EVER??? this is a trash man
But also, this memory is... there's immediate concern, worry, and it seems invasive to focus on what he saw, so instead he focuses on her. Hands are held out to wherever she is, checking on her quickly as the memory ends and the void continues around them. ]
[ooouughhhrhhahgh. this sucks so bad, this is the worst memory, because it's the most recent. because it's like - being a bird in a cage, only to escape and find that the cage was so much bigger than you thought it was. it's seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but knowing you had to wreck so many lives to get there, it's freedom within reach, snatched out of her hands.
she has her hands pressed to her eyes, palm heels digging into the sockets, when he reaches for her. she drags in a breath, and then, tense:]
... Yes. I'm fine.
[yeah that sure is the pose of someone who is fine]
[ ..No, that is not someone who remotely appears to be fine. The tension in her voice, her posture, he watches on with a deep look of concern.
It's careful, gentle, when his hands come to her arms, waiting to see if she will pull away - if she wants that distance. However, if she allows it, he'll pull her to him, into a hug. Something safe. Somewhere to hide in. ]
[she tenses, at first - she doesn't see him reach for her, so when he touches her it's instinctive to be scared of it. it's always hurt. things always touch her to hurt.
but not him. he hasn't, so - he touches her, and then he pulls her into a hug, and she doesn't resist. she just sinks into it, resting her head against his shoulder and trying to remember how to breathe.]
[ That tension is enough to have him pause, waiting for her to register him, his voice as he softly murmurs reassuring words. He's here, she isn't alone, it's alright. So when she comes along with his guidance, he wraps arms around her in a securing hold.
Not too tight. He doesn't want her to feel suffocated, feel stuck. One hand raises to rest against the back of her head, tucking her in and rests his head against hers. ]
Try to breathe with me... In first. [ He follows his own instructions, breathing in deeply. Before he starts to release it quietly. ] And out.
[ He will continue to do so until her breathing settles. ]
[slowly, she eases into it, and after a moment, she brings her hands up to wrap around him in turn, clinging to the back of his clothes loosely.
breathe in. breathe out. remember that you are not alone.
it's so recent, is the problem. she can picture it so clearly, the way he stood in front of her and told her to kill him. the way she wasn't even the first. the way she had to claw her way there, and it wasn't even to be free, it was another test, it was to be used, and she doesn't want to, she just wants to go where she wants, she just wants to be free.
[ As her hands join around him, he tucks her further against, reassuring and comforting. Anything to help ease those overwhelming thoughts, feelings, what must surely feel like drowning beneath all that turmoil.
When it feels like she starts to calm, he gingerly pulls back, not entirely and he doesn't pull from that hold either. Just to gently peer into her face, a hand brushing aside her hair. Hopefully there are no tears but he would not blame her if there were. ]
Take heart, often we feel like the playthings of another's own making but you are still you. And I have full confidence as you return you will be the one to decide your future. For you have the strength to forge your own path.
[there aren't tears - she doesn't cry very much, she just normally shuts down entirely. right now she's a little distant, but when he pulls back just a little to look at her, she's not fully gone. just detached.]
... The... the last thing I remember before waking up on this ship was reaching for the key. The key to my collar.
[she says, faintly. she meets his gaze, face tilting up a little into the touch.]
... I just. I don't want to kill anymore. I don't want to be this.
[ Red eyes glance down to her collar, keeping his touch away from it and though his head tilts he does not push. Continues to look to her with concern, careful as fingers brush against her cheek. ]
Right before taking your freedom into your own hands.
[ How cruel, striped away from it right before her. His gaze meets hers again and his shoulders sink a little. If only he could reassure things are different but - those would be empty words here on this ship. Anything could happen. ]
You should not have to. [ And he wishes he could promise, hanging on the tip of his tongue, but he can simply peer with a look of melancholy. ] ..Were that I could change that.
[ Ears flick back, gaze growing half-lidded and it aches to hear that small helplessness. ]
..Everything will be alright. You won't need to kill again. [ And if only those words could be genuine. The truth. But what he can surely promise is-- ] You'll take that freedom within your grasp and be able to do only what you desire.
when she comes out of this one, she grips at his arm - and then tugs at it a little, like she's looking to see if there's damage. if the crystal is spreading here, too. she knows, logically, that she's already seen what he's done with it, that he's been taking care of it. but. that's the thing about irrational fears, isn't it.]
The entirety of his right arm shows that mechanical-like sleek compact metal covering over it up until his shoulder, which is where his uniform begins on this side. No sleeve on this side! Of course, his left arm on the other hand is covered by a glove and a long-sleeved part of his jacket.
So essentially that part is covered up, unless she tries to remove his glove or push up that sleeve. Otherwise, that crystal that shows at his neck and onto his face in memory, is covered up here right now as it always has been, that same covering glimpsing around the collar part of his jacket. As far as she's aware from her current inspection, no there is no sight of crystal. ]
she doesn't try to remove anything, but she does look... well, upset. she looks upset. why do all her favorite boys have i'm going to die in three seconds disease]
My journey has been a long one until now. One I have since accepted after waking from my slumber. [ A gentle squeeze to her hand. ] ...No one else was capable of fulfilling the role but I, but I did not mind - I welcomed it with open arms. If it means I could save my people... those I care, love, I would not choose a different path.
...Though I am full glad to have had the opportunity to meet you, Shoma, and many others here aboard the ship. [ So please don't be upset... everything will be alright. ]
[ We do not control the crystalizing. Gently squeezes her hand, thumb brushing over fingers. ] ..That memory you saw is what I last remember, actually.
[ Snatched before fully crystal. Wouldn't be me if I wasn't a little bit mean with canonpoints. ]
I do not. I'm certain his attempts will be thwarted but... [ His brows furrow, a complicated sort of look and he.. blinks slowly. Looking to her and, there's a bit more focus in his gaze. ]
... No. I did not - [ Oh. ] They never contracted me.
His gaze meet hers as she leans a little closer. ]
Were it my choice, I would not do that to them - not in their time of need. [ And that he says with full confidence. ] ..Which would imply we were brought here just as you were. And one reason or another it slipped from my memory until now.
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But also, this memory is... there's immediate concern, worry, and it seems invasive to focus on what he saw, so instead he focuses on her. Hands are held out to wherever she is, checking on her quickly as the memory ends and the void continues around them. ]
--Lady Throné, are you alright?
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she has her hands pressed to her eyes, palm heels digging into the sockets, when he reaches for her. she drags in a breath, and then, tense:]
... Yes. I'm fine.
[yeah that sure is the pose of someone who is fine]
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It's careful, gentle, when his hands come to her arms, waiting to see if she will pull away - if she wants that distance. However, if she allows it, he'll pull her to him, into a hug. Something safe. Somewhere to hide in. ]
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but not him. he hasn't, so - he touches her, and then he pulls her into a hug, and she doesn't resist. she just sinks into it, resting her head against his shoulder and trying to remember how to breathe.]
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Not too tight. He doesn't want her to feel suffocated, feel stuck. One hand raises to rest against the back of her head, tucking her in and rests his head against hers. ]
Try to breathe with me... In first. [ He follows his own instructions, breathing in deeply. Before he starts to release it quietly. ] And out.
[ He will continue to do so until her breathing settles. ]
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breathe in. breathe out. remember that you are not alone.
it's so recent, is the problem. she can picture it so clearly, the way he stood in front of her and told her to kill him. the way she wasn't even the first. the way she had to claw her way there, and it wasn't even to be free, it was another test, it was to be used, and she doesn't want to, she just wants to go where she wants, she just wants to be free.
it takes a while, but eventually she calms down.]
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When it feels like she starts to calm, he gingerly pulls back, not entirely and he doesn't pull from that hold either. Just to gently peer into her face, a hand brushing aside her hair. Hopefully there are no tears but he would not blame her if there were. ]
Take heart, often we feel like the playthings of another's own making but you are still you. And I have full confidence as you return you will be the one to decide your future. For you have the strength to forge your own path.
[ Look at how far she has come until now. ]
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... The... the last thing I remember before waking up on this ship was reaching for the key. The key to my collar.
[she says, faintly. she meets his gaze, face tilting up a little into the touch.]
... I just. I don't want to kill anymore. I don't want to be this.
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Right before taking your freedom into your own hands.
[ How cruel, striped away from it right before her. His gaze meets hers again and his shoulders sink a little. If only he could reassure things are different but - those would be empty words here on this ship. Anything could happen. ]
You should not have to. [ And he wishes he could promise, hanging on the tip of his tongue, but he can simply peer with a look of melancholy. ] ..Were that I could change that.
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you should not have to. she knows he can't change it, and that nobody can. but.]
... I was trying to. I was trying to change it, myself. [a beat. and then, a little helplessly:] Metis - could you lie to me, for just a second?
[just. tell her it'll be okay, and she can keep moving.]
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..Everything will be alright. You won't need to kill again. [ And if only those words could be genuine. The truth. But what he can surely promise is-- ] You'll take that freedom within your grasp and be able to do only what you desire.
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a slow, unsteady sigh.]
... Thank you. [she says, soft.] That's... that's all I want.
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The void is still here. Which means... another memory is still in the works to play.
And it does so now. Watch until 20:00! Drops this on your lap while mini event is going hehe. ]
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when she comes out of this one, she grips at his arm - and then tugs at it a little, like she's looking to see if there's damage. if the crystal is spreading here, too. she knows, logically, that she's already seen what he's done with it, that he's been taking care of it. but. that's the thing about irrational fears, isn't it.]
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The entirety of his right arm shows that mechanical-like sleek compact metal covering over it up until his shoulder, which is where his uniform begins on this side. No sleeve on this side! Of course, his left arm on the other hand is covered by a glove and a long-sleeved part of his jacket.
So essentially that part is covered up, unless she tries to remove his glove or push up that sleeve. Otherwise, that crystal that shows at his neck and onto his face in memory, is covered up here right now as it always has been, that same covering glimpsing around the collar part of his jacket. As far as she's aware from her current inspection, no there is no sight of crystal. ]
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she doesn't try to remove anything, but she does look... well, upset. she looks upset. why do all her favorite boys have i'm going to die in three seconds disease]
... Metis. [):]
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My journey has been a long one until now. One I have since accepted after waking from my slumber. [ A gentle squeeze to her hand. ] ...No one else was capable of fulfilling the role but I, but I did not mind - I welcomed it with open arms. If it means I could save my people... those I care, love, I would not choose a different path.
...Though I am full glad to have had the opportunity to meet you, Shoma, and many others here aboard the ship. [ So please don't be upset... everything will be alright. ]
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I don't like that this sounds like a preemptive goodbye.
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[ A shake of his head. ] Forgive me, I just mean that there is nothing to worry over. There is still plenty for me to do after all.
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Yes. Like traveling. Seeing the world. Like the way the novels you and I spoke about the first time. [and NOT TURNING TO CRYSTAL.]
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[ We do not control the crystalizing. Gently squeezes her hand, thumb brushing over fingers. ] ..That memory you saw is what I last remember, actually.
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Mm. [...] So you don't know what will happen with this... Elidibus.
That seems - are you sure you agreed to be on the Eudora?
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I do not. I'm certain his attempts will be thwarted but... [ His brows furrow, a complicated sort of look and he.. blinks slowly. Looking to her and, there's a bit more focus in his gaze. ]
... No. I did not - [ Oh. ] They never contracted me.
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but - she sees that focus, and leans a little closer.]
So - so it was just like us. [...] I don't see you leaving your people behind to be here. It must be.
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His gaze meet hers as she leans a little closer. ]
Were it my choice, I would not do that to them - not in their time of need. [ And that he says with full confidence. ] ..Which would imply we were brought here just as you were. And one reason or another it slipped from my memory until now.
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