the grim white woman [ota]

[mad_asahatter]

Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong, and Ophelia couldn't really put her finger on it. She was seeing a lot of cracks, feeling a lot of wrongness and being utterly fine with it. Since her small encounter with Captain Sykes, whom she hoped was throwing up in a bucket somewhere, thank you very much, she'd been feeling out of sorts

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[mad_asahatter]

She was a touch wary at first -people didn't usually just come up to her for no reason, but she didn't really sense anything vicious from him, not yet at least. "The sky and clouds some planes, she'd say. The float up there and stay all day." Seemingly, a side effect of whatever was going on, meant that Ophelia was making less and less sense.

Even to herself.

"What can she do for you, dear boy. Have you gone and broken your favourite toy?"

[mad_asahatter]

Sweetheart? That rang strange to her. She wasn't a sweetheart, not by a long shot, her heart was bitter and sour and rancid. It was polluted and scarred and mangled. He called her sweetheart.

"Most break them down and come to her, can't fix it all, not even fur. But you she might, since you're glad and bright. So tell her dear, what brings you here?"

She was aware that he was an empath; he amplified when he was closer, her powers reflecting that signature that told her 'here lies more power'. She could sneak in and take it, take whatever he had lying around and use it herself. Naturally, she held back. People got so testy when you left them without emotions.

He called her sweetheart.

[proper_twinkie]

Sitting at the table next to the technicolor fruit loop talking to herself, Betsy glanced up. Ophelia wasn't exactly what you would call sane. They were all a little crazy for being on this team but Phe, like Martini, was a special brand of bonkers. One that Betsy did her best to shield her mind against. The chaos inside their heads was overwhelming.

Of course, she couldn't shield against the audible, so she saw the scene with the kitchen staff. Having had her own little run in with them a few weeks earlier, Betsy had to chuckle a bit at their retreat. Her violet eyes flit back to Phe. "Careful, pet. They're likely to spit in your food now."

[mad_asahatter]

Twisting slightly, Ophelia propped her head to the side, watching Elisabeth for a moment. She was trying to pin down an emotional signature, hard as it was right then with everything floating around in her head. Nothing stood out about the telepath, and Ophelia wasn't really able to pick up any one thing from anyone right then anyway.

"Hiss and spit, bite and shout; in the end they always pout. Kick a fuss and wear them out; Ophelia knows who has the clout." Realistically, when people annoyed the empath, she shouldn't really lash out as such, although in her current state that was all she was doing.

Not that she minded either way right then.

[proper_twinkie]

"Well, aren't you a little ball of sunshine today?" Betsy replied with a look of vague disinterest as she started peeling a hard-boiled egg. Everyone around the base were walking around in this funk but most were just avoiding someone like she was or moping. A few were pissed off, though those were generally people with a chip on their shoulder anyway. Ophelia wouldn't qualify. In fact, the cartoon-like girl usually flit around the based spinning poetry like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

Something didn't sit right with the girl's personality 180.

Setting her egg down, she turned her attention back on the redhead opening her shields slightly so she could read her a bit. "Did something happen to you?"

[mad_asahatter]

It was such a strange question. Ophelia didn't narrow it down to just recently, instead she peered at Betsy as if she was the one who was insane. "In and out and up and down, it happened there and all around town. Open up and get burnt inside, it's not narrow but deep and wide. All around they fall like ducks, the doctors were the ones with the big bucks."

In Ophelia's limited understanding of just what sense and sanity was these days, she could only assume that Betsy was asking after her welfare. Since Daken, Ophelia's welfare had been deteriorating drastically. The stress she took from Rictor, the pure sadistic pleasure from Daken, all those horribly dark things she'd duplicated before unleashing on Sykes. Ophelia wasn't exactly able to pin down where her mind was going anymore.

"It's odd to see, this isn't really me. But it seems to fit, so we'll try it for a bit."

[toywithyourmind]

Jason made his way into the mess hall trying to decide what he wanted to eat. He was hungry and not all that pleased with himself. He's snapped at Nicky earlier and his friend hadn't really done anything wrong. Jason had apologized in his own way but he thought it best to separate for a while. He picked out what he wanted to eat before making his way toward a table. He slowed when he spotted Ophelia.

[mad_asahatter]

Noticing the boy, Ophelia's eyes tracked his movements through the room. She didn't say a word, didn't put anything out there, she just watched, curious and possibly a little creepy.

Her fruit sat in front of her, atop the table, but Ophelia wasn't paying it any attention.

[toywithyourmind]

Jason was intrigued by her. People watched him all the time, that he was used to. She didn't seem afraid like most of the others. He approached her slowly. "Can I sit here?"

[mad_asahatter]

Ophelia didn't rightly have the sense to be afraid, after all, what was there to be afraid of? Not to mention she'd need someone else to give her that emotion too. Glancing at the seat, she smirked at him, "It does so appear, that the seat is clear, so do be a dear, and come sit right here."

Much like he was, Ophelia was mostly avoided. Only a handful of people really bothered to engage in conversation with her.