rosebleed | Arthur Starling

[Impressive as the scope of this "ship" is, there's only so many places to go. Rosamund finds herself drifting most often to the Observation Deck. Perhaps the novelty of the view will wear off soon but she can't help herself. She keeps hoping to spy something.

Right now she doesn't find any clues, but she does spy a harried looking cat and a harried looking man. She's on alert immediately. She's prepared for this moment.

Keeping a safe distance but gently crouching low, she unwraps the cat treat she'd taken from the vending machine. She's going to win this little guy over or die trying.]

Pss-pss-pss-pss-pss...

[Holding it out! So tempting!]

Edited 2024-02-26 01:10 (UTC)

[as she zooms around the ship, she'll find him around the stasis area, cleaning one of the pods with a frown. he's doing decently well at pushing down his emotions.]

...Miss Du Prix. Did you notice anything out of the ordinary yesterday?

[medbay timeeeeeee

he's looking at the entirety of the room, but his attention is mostly captured by the recovery pod. muttered to himself:]

Fascinating.

[What on earth is she supposed to do now?

Rosamund knows it's silly to come back so soon. How garish to return to the scene of the crime. But she does come, and she sits miserably on the floor with her head against her own pod because she can't decide where to go. Viktor was the only man in here she'd still call a stranger but one she was getting fond of. And she misses the other four in too great a quantity to pick one or the other to rest against. None of this is fair.

When Arthur finds her she's covered her eyes with both hands, head tilted back and knees up, in a silent lull but no less distraught.]

[Catching up with him in the halls, sometime after the execution.]

Arthur!

[The shift in tone couldn't be more stark. From chrome and searing lights to parchment and ethereal glow, the rift that overtakes now sends Arthur into a fantastical battle. The platforms are made of books, pages ripple in mystical eddies below. Atop a tower lies an enormous crystalline inkwell, the liquid swirling slow in the air above it.

All around are combatants. Beautiful young women, closer to the ink. Midway there is an ungodly-sized frog, a cat in boots, a wolf in a red cape. A puppet and an eldery man, and then Rosamund, closer to the entrance.

From beside the levitating ink, a pallid woman in black lace calls out to her as she holds her spell in place.

"I expected no one more than you to understand."

Rosamund is quick to retort, "I expected no one more than you to want to live."

And for that, she is blasted with a wave of magic. Rosamund falls atop the tome she stands on. Death is inevitable, her middle gouged, already going pale.

A tiny thing comes to her side, a little woman with wings and a kind face. "Princess, is it your time to rest, or do you want your story to continue?"

Rosamund's nearly gone. Her breath barely carries the sound. "I don't think it's my time to rest."

"Then I think—"

Then the decision is taken out of both their hands.]

Edited 2024-03-19 04:17 (UTC)

[Forward dates this bc it's midnight...]

Arthur. [She'll trot up when she sees him, glancing behind her to make sure there's no eavesdroppers.] How have you been? Are you feeling a little better?

[You know, before they have to do the unimaginable.]

[park time park time!! he's glancing over when he sees her avian entourage, blinking.]

Are you alright...?

[AAAAAAAA he's here to visit her in the medbay once she's awake again!! how does she seem...]

[She's posted up in the Titan's Call, cupping a mug of tea with her legs up in the seat. The second she sees him she waves him over.]

Arthur! Please, come join me?

[WELCOME TO THE VOID

whenever and wherever he sees her, he's glancing her over just to make sure she's not injured!]

Hello, Miss Du Prix.

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