closed. (unless you contact me!)
Who: rippling and halcyonthird
When: Evening of December 24th (forward-dated)
Where: Outislander Community Block and onwards.
Format: prosey action
What: Ophelia starts to awaken, Irene calms her down. (it's ironic!)
Warnings: Ophelia swears a lot; potentially triggering violence / childhood flashbacks.
( the glitter sores will heal themselves, I'll play the part of someone else )
When: Evening of December 24th (forward-dated)
Where: Outislander Community Block and onwards.
Format: prosey action
What: Ophelia starts to awaken, Irene calms her down. (it's ironic!)
Warnings: Ophelia swears a lot; potentially triggering violence / childhood flashbacks.
( the glitter sores will heal themselves, I'll play the part of someone else )
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Before.
Before re-emergence and regrets, before betrayals, before war and truce and loss and gain. It had been lost, like so many other things - but redoubled in its gain and passing back through the door.
(Was she injured? Was she---)
No. Clare's gone.
It's not hard to follow - to trace the source, each step a pulse - each breath a question of why. Of what. What had happened?
Just that warrior's yoki - Number Four, Ophelia - no other pulse, no other spiral - no other wild burst of---]
Shit.
[Gritted teeth and a huff of breath (could there be any more trees in the way) as she moves past the terrain of patrol - past and past and into
the city, toward and toward and toward until the air is humming with it.
And that impossible bitch closes the distance and calls out.]
Stop!
[Yeah, why mince words.]
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