anyway! once she is freed of staring goddamn longingly at wriothesley, hulkenberg mutters to herself as she makes her way down the beach - and comes to join vi, seeing her there. the caracal ears are still very present, twitchy and flicky but not too different from her normal ears.
just vertical instead of horizontal. ]
'Tis concerning, truthfully. Like descending a ladder to another rung - all the same place, simply on different levels, and the gap is further than you expect. [ you die and get the rug yanked out from under you. ]
she is a little amused by the fact that hulkenberg is so grouchy, but she gets it. if someone cursed her to be in love with wriothesley she would've drowned herself. the ears do get her to grin, though she hides it behind her drink. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. I think this is all something simulated. I don't have any proof, but there's been some suspicious stuff around the place that's made me think so.
[ she barely knows the man, first of all!! second of all, what nonsense. third, ew.
but it does lend even more to the very, very surreal situation that they've found themselves in, being on this side of life and death. she's not sure what to make of it, even as she lowers herself to sit. with her usual clothes, she looks... very out of place. ]
What sort of things have you found out, since your death..? 'Tis been just over a week. [ beat ] At least, in the Euchronian calendar, as apparently 'tis not the norm.
[ but... ]
... our captain was there. At first, in only appearance, as his mannerisms were off enough that it felt false. But at the end, 'twas different; it felt like it could have truly been Will. The last thing I remember before the blurriness of the return was his despair as we were dying in his arms.
[ it's okay, vi is in her usual outfit so she also does not look like she belongs here. ]
... Shit, Hulkenberg, that's awful. [ she says first, frowning. she'll get to the other stuff in a second, she just like - she's heard about their captain, and she has gotten the sense that both of them adore the guy. he's got to be a good person if he inspires that sort of loyalty. ]
He probably wasn't actually there. I've looked everywhere for Pow -- Jinx, and she's nowhere to be found, so. [ ... ] Still.
[ she huffs a mirthless little noise, running some of her hair through her fingers with both hands as she thinks about it. it really did feel like him, at the end, so it's hard to separate that. but... ]
I know, logically. But 'tis not something easily let go of, is it? [ the "still." ] We had evaded death for so long, living our lives even before we met one another. I suspect you could say the same for you?
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anyway! once she is freed of staring goddamn longingly at wriothesley, hulkenberg mutters to herself as she makes her way down the beach - and comes to join vi, seeing her there. the caracal ears are still very present, twitchy and flicky but not too different from her normal ears.
just vertical instead of horizontal. ]
'Tis concerning, truthfully. Like descending a ladder to another rung - all the same place, simply on different levels, and the gap is further than you expect. [ you die and get the rug yanked out from under you. ]
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she is a little amused by the fact that hulkenberg is so grouchy, but she gets it. if someone cursed her to be in love with wriothesley she would've drowned herself. the ears do get her to grin, though she hides it behind her drink. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. I think this is all something simulated. I don't have any proof, but there's been some suspicious stuff around the place that's made me think so.
... You okay? Dying sucks.
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but it does lend even more to the very, very surreal situation that they've found themselves in, being on this side of life and death. she's not sure what to make of it, even as she lowers herself to sit. with her usual clothes, she looks... very out of place. ]
What sort of things have you found out, since your death..? 'Tis been just over a week. [ beat ] At least, in the Euchronian calendar, as apparently 'tis not the norm.
[ but... ]
... our captain was there. At first, in only appearance, as his mannerisms were off enough that it felt false. But at the end, 'twas different; it felt like it could have truly been Will. The last thing I remember before the blurriness of the return was his despair as we were dying in his arms.
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... Shit, Hulkenberg, that's awful. [ she says first, frowning. she'll get to the other stuff in a second, she just like - she's heard about their captain, and she has gotten the sense that both of them adore the guy. he's got to be a good person if he inspires that sort of loyalty. ]
He probably wasn't actually there. I've looked everywhere for Pow -- Jinx, and she's nowhere to be found, so. [ ... ] Still.
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I know, logically. But 'tis not something easily let go of, is it? [ the "still." ] We had evaded death for so long, living our lives even before we met one another. I suspect you could say the same for you?
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[ a sigh. ]
And then you died on top of it. At least we're all still here.