A zombie never forgets

[thiefshonor]

Characters: Celeste Greyjaw thiefshonor, Wei Meifeng weifengyiyu
Location: Deck 4
Date: post-Gambler/B fuckup, pre-deck infiltration
Rating: R for violence

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[weifengyiyu]

The edges of the plating on one of the airvent on deck four had come loose, and as the Bosun -- or the crew's handywoman -- Meifeng was dispatched to fix it.

Hefting the hammer in one hand, she slammed it back down against the nail, the rhythm predictable and distracting. Metal clanged against metal, sending vibrations rippling up her arm and making her shoulder ache in the way that promised pain tomorrow. Good.

Busy as she was, Meifeng barely noticed the shadow fall over her work until it was too late. Dropping the hammer with a heavy thud, she ducked to the side, feeling a sharp blade bite the skin of her shoulder. Hissing, she threw herself back against the wall, narrowing her eyes at the undead passenger as she clamped her hand over the cut.

"Fuckin' wahid cattle," she muttered before lashing out with her boot to kick the knife away from Celeste.

[thiefshonor]

[Direct hit. Celeste is smiling at her, giving her the Forsaken game face - sharp, broken teeth, empty yellow eyes, and in her case, the sight and sound of the leather stitches embedded in her face stretching from the grin.

The knife went in and it went in deep - she's already won. Just keep yourself together while it works its magic.

The kick stings her fingers as Meifeng kicks the knife, sending it clattering against the floor a few yards away. That's fine, it doesn't matter. Instead of making much of an effort to dodge, Celeste uses the split-second to make sure she'd survive any other retaliation that might get thrown at her.

Taking a step back after the knife is lost, she draws her third, clean knife from her belt.]

Nice t'finally meetcha, pierro.

[weifengyiyu]

Meifeng was ready to launch herself forward and beat the everloving fuck out of the malach'itach passenger that had the fucking audacity to attack her, but there was something about the glint in the undead's eye.

She knew that look. It was the look of someone who was convinced they'd already one. Someone with a battle plan two steps ahead, someone who just watched their opponent take a neat little step into their trap. Cautiously, Meifeng licked her lips.

"Feelin' ain't mutual."

Why wasn't she interested in her discarded knives?

[thiefshonor]

"How ya feelin'?"

If that question didn't give it away, the oncoming numbness and shortness of breath would. Still grinning at her, she stood a safe distance away, far enough to move quickly around any attack, but close enough to catch her if she tries to run. Staring at her like this, she thought back to River, to her body on the ground with her sundress sprawled out around her, head open and bleeding.

And what happened with Karis - well, that wasn't Meifeng's doing exactly, but as a matter of pride it's just as significant.

"Name's Celeste, by the way."