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WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13) |
sunday (41) survivors  Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_ |
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Ah, well, I would so hate to be scolded. You'll have me on my best behavior.
[Any unfortunate attempt at flirting is cut short, however, when he sees what Elizabeth is doing, and his love of magic wins out. He's struck for a moment, fascinated, wanting to watch the display, to try to understand how it's done, to marvel at the sheer power of it. Yuno, too - it may lack finesse, but it's incredible and humbling to watch their power at work; like the first time he saw the Herald mend a hole in the shy, but thirty thousand times over.
But there isn't time to gawk; he's needed. His part is small, his power is nothing compared to theirs, but he isn't going to treat it as any less important. He'll send Bull off to signal that it's time to start slaughtering the drones, as he stands still, focused on drawing to him the power of whatever artificial Fade they've created here and weaving it into a new, untested form. Time manipulation, holding back the damage of the rifts from touching Elizabeth's body, and then, once he feels the energy of the dying nearby, using himself as a conduit to spool the life energy back into her.
He won't be speaking much; he's too focused on his task.]
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[ WHAT THE FUCK ELIZABETH. stop talking about dicks and balls, his heart literally cannot take this! he wants to scream out to stop the presses, abort the mission and get to the bottom of this scandal she makes mention of. too late. Yuno went and charged up Elizabeth, and it begins. here they go.
he almost forgets to breathe had it not been for the fact that Dorian had just made a slight pass at him out of left field, and he just... stares, as if trying to gauge the mage's level of seriousness. it's good that everyone knows how to get focused on the task at hand, because Booker doesn't. he felt confused and out-of-place, the image before him something even he couldn't have expected from the Lamb of Columbia. something to both be awed and frightened over. no one person should have this kind of power, and yet it was what was supposed to get them the hell out of dodge. ]
... I could really use a cigarette right about now.
[ he says to himself, half-expecting no answer. everyone was dedicated to their job at this point. Booker can't do much other than squeeze Elizabeth's hand harder, tight enough to make her eventually lose feeling. not that she should particularly care right about now. she's got bigger things to deal with. ]
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[ Tick tock, tick tock. Everything happens so fast. Dorian's magic was unlike what she's ever felt - it contrasts science and instead... it feels organic. Warm. Welcoming. Safe. Elizabeth's form convulses only briefly as the life slips away far too quickly for Dorian to compensate for but -
teamwork. He's successful and she gives him a gracious, pained nod.
She's tethered to Yuno, bound by her and what she offers. Yuno gives her something familiar - the essence of reality shifting power that she was learning to tap into. Elizabeth's strained only dividing her output based on the combination of "magical" or "time" sources. She can see in the distance how the tears pulsate and with Yuno's words - she closes the ones that don't quite "feel" right with a ceremonious closure. ]
Weeding them out - hah... more harder than I thought. Dave and Rose - they'll have to - nnn... do that job better. Make up for my mistakes -
[ She's stable for the most part, her nails digging into Booker's flesh as she looks to him and whispers something - I'll explain later - but... I'm glad you're here. Because she's pretty scared. Even Jason shouldn't see her like this. Booker's strong enough for it.
As Dave and Rose zip around, narrowing out tears, she catalogs them away. Mentally storing them until she can fully open them for their eventual departure. Booker's lucky that there's a robot crewmember making their way over with a tray of cigarettes, cigars, and a joint if you want?
Toke it up. ]
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[ as strained as she is, there's a fondness to yuno's voice when she speaks of dave. she looks to elizabeth with a smile. it's pained, and small, but sincere. ] He can do it. Faster than either of us. I trust him.
[ and it's true. yuno trusts dave and rose to do this, to pull it off, faster than they can identify the worlds as a no go.
so she holds onto elizabeth and with another surge, the tears grow several more inches. it's not to show off, but a quiet assertion that yuno is right behind her. elizabeth will notice that closing tears is easier, as if someone has their hands over her's as she does. as if someone is putting all their heart into supporting her. ]
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[He's tuned out most of what's being said, unless it's directed at him, but he adds his own encouragement. At this point, typically, his mana would be long drained, but the steady replenishment is preventing him from losing his grasp. Instead, he's feeling the exhaustion of overexertion, a problem he's rarely had in combat. But he can push through that feeling, too. It's safer here, in a way; the Fade doesn't feel the same, less alive and chaotic, and also less dangerous. He can push himself a little more than he ought to without worrying whose attention he'll draw.]
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does he even know what a joint is? absolutely not. it looks deceptively similar to that of a cigarette, and out of instinct, reached to grab it first. one whiff at the contents inside and he gently placed it back down on the tray. this is his dilemma. everyone else is bringing themselves close to death, and he has to decide on if he wants to get high or not.
fuck him.
Booker will settle with normal tobacco, thank you kindly, giving a weird nod of sorts to the robot manservant so it would go away. he lights the cigarette and takes a harsh, long drag, ashes burning through at least a quarter of the stick immediately. he was like a father that was forced to sit in a waiting room because he had been too dramatic during his wife's pregnancy. one Look at Elizabeth reminds him that she's got plenty to answer for (marriages, ballpits, phallic-shaped somethings, etc), but he understands. she has a lot to deal with right now and doesn't need to be concerned over his judging. ]
Anyone want a drag? Dorian? ―Yuno?
[ he doesn't offer to Liz. accept it as punishment for getting hitched. 8( ]
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The strain resonates from inside - centering right where her amputated pinky was before cracking through her body. She lets out pained scream as she feels the feeling in her limbs grow weak, knowing that she's opening far too many for her own good. She can't close them quick enough but it's Yuno that helps her. She loses feeling in her fingertips only for a few minutes before shutting her eyes tightly.
Dave and Rose are working their hardest and she can appreciate that - the closes are coming up more quickly and Elizabeth is more forceful with her squeeze to Yuno. ]
Don't - not too much. Don't overwork yourself.
[ She spits out between clattering teeth. She looks up to Dorian whether he takes Booker's drag or not - ]
If anything happens - get her taken care of. Just - nnn... damn it.
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No. I think my husband would rather I didn't, and I don't want to make him sad.
[ will she ever get over that? nope. she will take ever possibility to refer to dave as her hubby. she is glowing, and it's not just because of the light from the tears. ]
I should be telling you not to overwork yourself. [ she says it to elizabeth, and yuno's free hand comes up to brush hair away from elizabeth's face. gently, and then with that same soft touch, she touches her cheek. it's a smooth charge of energy, and yuno lets another burst of energy shoot through elizabeth. it's a large dose, but yuno doesn't care. as long as elizabeth's still alive through out all this, she'll pour as much life and energy into her that she can. even if she does die, she'll do something - anything. anything at all. ]
We're taking care of you, now. Family shoulders their burdens together, Elizabeth.
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Yes, well. I'm not going to attempt to keep straight the order of acceptable sacrifices in the midst of inventing new forms of magic over here, thanks. I suppose we'll all just have to survive!
[That's how it's done. As for you, Booker - raising an eyebrow when he's offered a smoke.]
Well, I wouldn't object, but unless you'd like to give it to me by hand, I'm a little busy at the moment.