momming: (Principals always look like lesbians)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's cold and so is Otome but she's in the process of wrapping a scarf around her neck and also holding out another one for Claude.

(She has like three more in hand because people are Emotional and probably not warmly-dressed right now.)

Also, as ever on Fridays, she just looks tired from Doctor Stuff from the day before and the fiasco that people being dead brings. ]


Just a short one. You?
momming: (This is some trippy shit homes)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Well. At least his ears will be warm. ]

I can imagine. We were like that the week we lost Lan Wangji and Lila.

[ Summer at 7 strong whoo. ]

Would you be opposed to some company for a little while?
momming: (Is it the Manischewitz again?)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-03 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
I don't understand why, if that's the case. Why bring us here and try to get us to lead school lives if that's the end plan? And what on earth is causing us to kill each other? Not to mention these strange kidnapping cases where groups of you keep coming back horribly injured and occasionally traumatized. I'm starting to wonder if I should just provide people who this hasn't happened to yet with first-aid kits or at least basic knowledge or...

[ Now she's just anxiously mumbling now. ]
momming: (Well he's not racist)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-03 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's honestly so tense that he'll feel it when he touches her back-- but also she physically flinches out of that ramble upon contact, blinking up at him before she tries for a slower breath. ]

... It's certainly set up like a series, if the documents the Dorm Heads have been offering are to be believed. But...

How would we even win? Make it to graduation with at least one of us still standing?
momming: (Violins.  Oh no.)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-03 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
We'd need some sort of advantage to stumble upon first, but--

[ But memshare week isn't over yet, despite Otome dearly wishing it was, so.

She's on her back, one hand on her blood-soaked chest, the other with her fingers weakly grasping at the ground. The air is thick with the smell of blood and smoke and even in her current position, she can see the flames rise higher and higher, joining together and consuming each other. She can see patches of an inky blackness eating away at whatever it touches, leaving nothingness in its wake. She can see some sort of mass, the monster they'd been fighting, though she can't make out the details.

Worse, as she feebly turns her head to the side, gasping for breath that she can't ever fully pull into her lungs, she sees crumpled bodies. Some, still trying to push themselves up. Some, screaming in agony. A girl with long red hair in a ponytail, shielding a smaller girl, unmoving while the younger girl shoves at her and cries out her name. A young boy, scowl still twisted on his face, practically eviscerated. These people are all precious, all important.

And she can't even lift a finger to help them. She's bleeding out on the chunk of debris she'd been slammed into, feeling the blood pool beneath her and around her, and she knows, without a doubt.

She's going to die. But they-- if they fell here, Arcturus would destroy everyone and everything. If they fell here, "he" would never be able to return and if they fall here...

She's terrified. But it's too late and soon enough, even that emotion is replaced by nothing but darkness. ]
momming: (This is some trippy shit homes)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-04 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ In response, Otome looks both concerned and a little... well. Bittersweet. ]

Yes and no. I did die-- myself, and so many people precious to me who had fought beside me. I couldn't do anything for any of them.

But things were reset. It's-- it's just another thing I ended up remembering, eventually.
momming: (I'm still poor and flat-chested)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, it's... something I hoped I would never have in common with anyone.

[ She pauses, then squeezes his hand in return. ]

That's why-- I want to try to save you. I don't know what that will look like, if that's possible, or if doing so means I wouldn't be able to help you go back to your own world.

But I... please, let me try?

[ Her fingers are trembling a bit. ]
momming: (Luckily I can speak barricade)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-04 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
... [ Her sigh of relief is next to inaudible, even as she smiles up at him. ]

You know, you thank me for the strangest things sometimes.
momming: Like Republicans (Monsters only get evil people)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
You know I'm not the only person who cares about you here, right?
momming: (Just say no... to everything)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-05 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
What can I say? Perhaps we're weak to a pretty face.
momming: (Very good little Christian soldier)

[personal profile] momming 2021-07-05 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Absolutely.

[ you can't fluster her, Claude. ]