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riverviewlogs2017-12-21 02:08 pm
shoplifter) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-21 02:08 pm
[OPEN] shitty situations for all, and for all a good nighttime stab
who: Laura and you.
what: ... Trouble, mostly...
when: Now-ish.
where: Multiple Places! Mainly roof, outside of wall, and on the skytram.
warnings: Blood, violence, gore. Stabby things. EDIT: Also, talk of self harm in Ivar thread.
Laura fights near the wall, Laura takes a tram, Laura has a bad dream while looking for santa at night.
... Also, bloody situations and digging out of a giant animal corpse. It's gross, I know.
Bracket and prose both A-OK, and time and space can be bent, I'm chill. The last prompt is for medium injuries if you wanna hurt your character, because everyone loves getting stabbed by children. Or if your character is a magic healer, feel free to get stabbed real gud and heal up or what have you. (Basically I'm just avoiding severe injury or death before Christmas okay).
Shitty Situation A
[Red splatters on the snow when her claws spear through the first creature's head -- some sort of hybrid beast, one that hunts for food, whose pack has strayed far from the darker areas of the abandoned area and closer to the wall. They surround her because she looks like easy food in the colder, needier climate, and the fight is on. The child growls when they growl back, and she leaps on one of their backs, hacking and slashing with reckless abandon.
They get in their own claw marks, too. Laura's shirt and jeans get torn into, skin as well. It hurts awfully, but Laura's more offended that they're ruining her cool cat shirt.
Her cool neon hat goes flying off in the breeze, carried over sloping snowy hills.
When she kills the last beast, which is considerably large -- the size of an elephant, the alpha, maybe -- it falls right on top of her. Luckily, her claws were out, and... uh... if you're unlucky enough to have found her after the fight instead of during, you will be unfortunate enough to watch a small clawed girl burst through the top of the beast's ribs, covered in blood from her... tunneling...
Just. Um. Yeah. Victory, I guess.]
Shitty Situation B.
[Laura stands in a skytram car, one hand curled on a metal bar. She's covered in dry blood, head to toe. All of the other passengers keep a very far distance around her.
... She's trying to head to the clothing store.]
The One Chill Situation.
[She sits on the roof, binoculars in her hands, watching the sky skeptically as the daylight fades. It's pretty cold up here, but she doesn't seem very bothered, wearing a few jackets and a good pair of boots. Got a red nose, too, but otherwise undaunted by the weather.
She falls asleep up there by accident, curled in a sleeping bag she apparently bought just to do this very thing. Trying to catch any signs of a 'santa' figure in the night, it seems.]
Shitty Situation C. (alternatively: like father like daughter)
[Nighttime.
She rolls a little in her sleeping bag, plagued by bad dreams. Little unintelligble mumbles escape her, sweat on her brow and hands in tight fists in the slippery fabric. She jostles enough that the action figures tucked away with her topple out.
No... stop it...
[The rest is Spanish -- "don't touch me, leave them alone, dad, help me"--
If one attempts to reach out and wake her -- they better have good reflexes. Because she will jackknife immediately up with a hoarse scream, claws out and lunging to stab at her fantasy captors.]
what: ... Trouble, mostly...
when: Now-ish.
where: Multiple Places! Mainly roof, outside of wall, and on the skytram.
warnings: Blood, violence, gore. Stabby things. EDIT: Also, talk of self harm in Ivar thread.
Laura fights near the wall, Laura takes a tram, Laura has a bad dream while looking for santa at night.
... Also, bloody situations and digging out of a giant animal corpse. It's gross, I know.
Bracket and prose both A-OK, and time and space can be bent, I'm chill. The last prompt is for medium injuries if you wanna hurt your character, because everyone loves getting stabbed by children. Or if your character is a magic healer, feel free to get stabbed real gud and heal up or what have you. (Basically I'm just avoiding severe injury or death before Christmas okay).
Shitty Situation A
[Red splatters on the snow when her claws spear through the first creature's head -- some sort of hybrid beast, one that hunts for food, whose pack has strayed far from the darker areas of the abandoned area and closer to the wall. They surround her because she looks like easy food in the colder, needier climate, and the fight is on. The child growls when they growl back, and she leaps on one of their backs, hacking and slashing with reckless abandon.
They get in their own claw marks, too. Laura's shirt and jeans get torn into, skin as well. It hurts awfully, but Laura's more offended that they're ruining her cool cat shirt.
Her cool neon hat goes flying off in the breeze, carried over sloping snowy hills.
When she kills the last beast, which is considerably large -- the size of an elephant, the alpha, maybe -- it falls right on top of her. Luckily, her claws were out, and... uh... if you're unlucky enough to have found her after the fight instead of during, you will be unfortunate enough to watch a small clawed girl burst through the top of the beast's ribs, covered in blood from her... tunneling...
Just. Um. Yeah. Victory, I guess.]
Shitty Situation B.
[Laura stands in a skytram car, one hand curled on a metal bar. She's covered in dry blood, head to toe. All of the other passengers keep a very far distance around her.
... She's trying to head to the clothing store.]
The One Chill Situation.
[She sits on the roof, binoculars in her hands, watching the sky skeptically as the daylight fades. It's pretty cold up here, but she doesn't seem very bothered, wearing a few jackets and a good pair of boots. Got a red nose, too, but otherwise undaunted by the weather.
She falls asleep up there by accident, curled in a sleeping bag she apparently bought just to do this very thing. Trying to catch any signs of a 'santa' figure in the night, it seems.]
Shitty Situation C. (alternatively: like father like daughter)
[Nighttime.
She rolls a little in her sleeping bag, plagued by bad dreams. Little unintelligble mumbles escape her, sweat on her brow and hands in tight fists in the slippery fabric. She jostles enough that the action figures tucked away with her topple out.
No... stop it...
[The rest is Spanish -- "don't touch me, leave them alone, dad, help me"--
If one attempts to reach out and wake her -- they better have good reflexes. Because she will jackknife immediately up with a hoarse scream, claws out and lunging to stab at her fantasy captors.]
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It's one of the reasons being a weapon didn't work — why they had all ran from the needle.]
I was born there. It was... normal for a long time, until... one day, it was not.
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[He knew cruelty when he saw it. Ivar himself could be a brutal and terrible man, but he'd never directly ruined a child psychologically the way the labs that had created her had done. Sure, he'd probably left a few children orphans during wartime, but that wasn't the same thing.]
Time to create a new normal here.
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She looks so unsure of this — everything.]
... I stabbed you.
[Secret question: why are you not bothered or angry at me?
After all, Ivar isn't Logan or her; he's not healing right after.]
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[He grimaces and pulls away the blood-soaked fabric he's been holding against his shoulder. The blood flow has finally stopped. He might need stitches, but it's hard to tell without cleaning it up a bit more.]
But I've gotten worse from my own brothers while sparring.
[He's also done worse himself, even to people that he cares for.]
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... I can't make us even.
[In a swift and startling motion, she stabs herself in the shoulder as well — through and through, her face twisting just faintly as she growls her pain and self-reflected anger away. When she yanks the claws free, the wound bleeds freely, the cuts mirroring Ivar's. Gabriela had been mortified to see her turn her blades on herself. But for someone who never dies, who always heals, what's the point of caring?
Releasing her hand from that angry fist, she glances as the blood spreads — and the wound begins to already close.]
This is all I can do. I don't know... what it's like to keep bleeding...
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Tyr's hand!
[Ivar curses on the name of one of his gods. Whatever he'd been expecting Laura to do, it definitely hadn't been that. Despite his shock, he can't help but think to himself how tough this little girl is. Any of the shieldmaidens back home would have been lucky to have her pain tolerance.]
It'll stop and heal eventually. Just a little slower than you.
[He reaches out, and perhaps this isn't the smartest thing to do considering how many claws have been out right now, but he grabs one of her hands with one of his.]
Now don't do that again. You don't need more pain in your life, no matter how brief.
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The wound on her shoulder is closed now; only a few stains of blood remain.
Rather patiently, rather calmly, rather matter-of-factly:]
Sometimes pain helps me feel better. I don't scar anyway.
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[Maybe if he was someone raised in a more normal society, Ivar would try to dissuade her from doing that. As it is, he doesn't feel the urge to argue the point. It doesn't seem like it's going to solve much, but if she feels the need to do it, he won't stop her. Maybe it's like how he gets blinded by rage and needs to kill something in order to come down from it.
He reaches out the hand of the uninjured shoulder and strokes it through her hair in an affectionate manner.]
I've got to go get this taken care of, but I'll see you soon. Try to get some rest.
[Though he doubted she'd be sleeping much after all that.]
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... I'm sorry.
[She very much is. It's hard being someone who can kill someone and also feel this way.
It's why X-24 was made and they were considered failures, she supposes.]