Sheba

[rosebleed]

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WEEK 2: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[Hangs my head in shame, our first pc is our last pc.......]

Sheba? [Her feet pad softly into the brig. It's as chilly as ever, even with the steady stream of visitors and double the occupants. Rosamund loathes this place utterly. Each time she returns it strikes her more and more as a mausoleum.

A comparison that no doubt weighs heavy on the small girl in front of her.]

Are you all right to talk for a moment?

[uncoincidental]

[we can always have more if you join us in the graveyard next week......... sparkles]

I'm here.

[her voice comes from the far corner of one of the cells - like, yes, where would she be, but also... given that scien just died in the cell overnight, confirming she's actually still alive is fine probably.

she's still got kitty ears, which are flat on her head, and a tail, which is swishing with agitation. but she takes a breath to keep calm before she speaks again.]

Yes... we can talk.

[rosebleed]

[i'm praying every damn day]

Okay. Great.

[Scien ripping his own throat out. Eunhyuk charging at her, still covered in blood. Lots of fond memories in here. Rosamund rubs at her arms as she takes a seat, glancing back at Shouxue's cell (at least it's hard to eavesdrop between them) before setting her eyes on the other girl. She's young, but not so young that the gravity escapes her.

Her gut twists, and she flounders for a moment for words.]

Well. I can't imagine you're feeling particularly well, but...have people been decent to you? When they've come to talk?

[uncoincidental]

[you can always commit acs of violence and take matters into your own hands by getting caught at trial if no one mureders you... hehehe]

For the most part, yes. But a lot of people keep trying to... say I was not in my right mind. That I must have been affected by something.

[she shakes her head.]

...if you're here because you think I was, or you're being kind to me because you think I was, I need to correct you. Because I did kill him, myself. It was just... me, being angry. [...] Please don't try to correct me, or else... I think I'll get mad again.

week 5, monday

[uncoincidental]

[hey rosamund heyyyy. it's a new week! it's injury week. woohoooooo. sheba is wandering around the helly belly while wearing a full-body cloak with a hood to hide the week's effects, but she waves when she spots her.]

Hi, Rosamund... looking around?

[rosebleed]

Sheba!

[Waving, smiling brightly. Rosamund has the good fortune of (thus far) being shown mercy and not experiencing the rust. In fact one might say she's utterly unaware.]

Yes, there's so much to get acquainted with down here, and it's all very...unique. [What is the Kn*tting Nest?] Are you cold? You're all bundled up.

[uncoincidental]

[don't question the kn*tting nest]

Oh, I'm... [rosamund has been spared the effect... thus far. sheba doesn't want her to be caught by surprise, though.] ...it's this week's effect. I don't really like how it looks on me, so I'm staying covered up until it passes.

[rosebleed]

Why? Is it animal parts again?

I'm sure it doesn't look as bad as you might think. I can take a peek? Maybe I can help in some way.

WEEK 6: Monday

[rosebleed]

[God where do i even put them THEY'RE IN THE BRAIN. TIME TO SUFFER.]

Do you think we might be able to affect what the ship does in here? If it's a living thing in truth. [She's stepping lightly but it is oh so gross in here.] Perhaps its thoughts can be altered. It is the brain, probably.

[uncoincidental]

[she has brought along a broom handle that she's snapped the actual broom part off of to use as a staff, and she prods at some of the brain with it.]

This makes me wish I could still read minds... if it's got a brain, it's probably got thoughts of some kind, right?

[rosebleed]

Oh, you had a spell for that? [She looks back, curious.] I knew a few people that did. It would be tremendously useful if we could sense what was going on here.

[Retcons to make this post power regain (jk)(unless??)]

[uncoincidental]

[she nods]

I've always been able to... So not having that ability here has been a little...

[she shrugs. when you are so used to mind reading people to tell if you can trust them or not, it makes it hard to figure out who to trust when you can't do that.]

If these stupid nanites would stop blocking my Psynergy, I bet we could learn something from this...

week 6, tuesday

[uncoincidental]

[so here they are at the brain again... powers are on.]

I have to say I did not actually think I was going to get my Psynergy back so soon when we were talking yesterday.

[rosebleed]

It's almost like you summoned it?

[She flicks her thumb and a flame springs to life atop it. Rosamund grins and waves the fire away.]

I may not be a true spellcaster myself, but it feels so much better having my little slice of magic back, too.

You feeling up for the challenge?

[uncoincidental]

Hee hee! I'll take it.

[a gentle breeze stirs between them before dying away with a wave of sheba's hand.]

...it's possible I won't hear anything at all. But it's better to try than to not even bother, right?

[rosebleed]

Absolutely it is. It never hurts to try.

[She ushers her gently forward, brimming with excitement.]

Go on! I've got your back. I've got a bit of healing magic and I'll shoot at anything that pops up unexpectedly. Consider yourself covered.

week 6, thursday

[uncoincidental]

[four hours pass after sheba gets old yeller'd by gregor...




she's a ghost now. hi.]

[rosebleed]

[Her shock is immediate. Mortified, horror pricking her gooseflesh to rising and her hand coming to her mouth.]

Sheba?

[uncoincidental]

[sheba's reactions are pretty muted. she shrugs lightly.]

Hello, Rosamund.

[rosebleed]

You're not back? You're — are you lost forever?

[The panic swells. What on earth did they do? They were supposed to come back after four hours, healed. Safe!]

WEEK 7: Tuesday ((cw: body horror, eye/plant gore, squelching noises))

[rosebleed]

[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 Sheba into a fantastical battle. The platforms are of books, pages swirl 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.]

WEEK 7: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[Tracking her down with two bags of mostly not smashed cookies and a grin a mile wide.]

I heard you helped shoot that last winning blast! Congratulations, Sheba, you helped save the day!

[uncoincidental]

It was more the others than me...

[her rolls were truly so bad]

But - that's it, isn't it? We... We actually did it.

[rosebleed]

[Waggles hand.]

You're still part of the winning team.

And I know. It feels ridiculous, doesn't it? I've fought battles with incredible stakes before, but this was...very different.

[uncoincidental]

We all are, in that case! As the crew of this ship, we're all on the same team, no?

[she smiles faintly.]

...no kidding. Fighting things one on one on the ship felt familiar, but the part at the end... with the cannons... I'd never fought that way before.