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"I know Palamedes already. We've talked about it a lot."
A rough translation being I already have the necromancer in my deck. But Pal's endurance is... less than ideal. He wields his wits more than any blade, and runs his mouth more than he runs with his legs. He is invaluable as far as Clarke's concerned, and those transparent shields he throws from his fingertips were absolutely clutch in a time of crisis, but that doesn't change the facts. Darcy hadn't hesitated to swing for the Captain's face.
One second the girl's right in front of her and the next, she's gone. Clarke glances to her immediate left and right, and almost does a full spin to scan the deck before Darcy's voice drags her gaze upward. The sudden change in her face is something straight out of nightmare fuel, and Clarke's eyes admittedly widen. Shock dances over her face, chased by a slight inclination of fear and alarm. It's an unpleasant visual surprise, but they'd just been talking about powers and if this is the face of Darcy's powers... Well. Give her a moment to adjust, and she'll look into the face of death and smile at it.
Darcy's features are back to normal by the time Clarke schools her own, but that doesn't extinguish the delighted spark dancing in her irises; a spark, set to blazing at the potential.
"With me. Not for me." Yes, specifics are blurry there; Clarke can't do magic to save her life, but the note she's trying to hit on is camaraderie. A joint task force. A team effort, despite what she's really after — and won't even admit to herself — is another blood thirsty guard dog to keep at her heel.
They're going to have a better chance as an army, and this isn't her first time playing Commander.
A rough translation being I already have the necromancer in my deck. But Pal's endurance is... less than ideal. He wields his wits more than any blade, and runs his mouth more than he runs with his legs. He is invaluable as far as Clarke's concerned, and those transparent shields he throws from his fingertips were absolutely clutch in a time of crisis, but that doesn't change the facts. Darcy hadn't hesitated to swing for the Captain's face.
One second the girl's right in front of her and the next, she's gone. Clarke glances to her immediate left and right, and almost does a full spin to scan the deck before Darcy's voice drags her gaze upward. The sudden change in her face is something straight out of nightmare fuel, and Clarke's eyes admittedly widen. Shock dances over her face, chased by a slight inclination of fear and alarm. It's an unpleasant visual surprise, but they'd just been talking about powers and if this is the face of Darcy's powers... Well. Give her a moment to adjust, and she'll look into the face of death and smile at it.
Darcy's features are back to normal by the time Clarke schools her own, but that doesn't extinguish the delighted spark dancing in her irises; a spark, set to blazing at the potential.
"With me. Not for me." Yes, specifics are blurry there; Clarke can't do magic to save her life, but the note she's trying to hit on is camaraderie. A joint task force. A team effort, despite what she's really after — and won't even admit to herself — is another blood thirsty guard dog to keep at her heel.
They're going to have a better chance as an army, and this isn't her first time playing Commander.
It's an odd feeling, when Clarke states that she's already familiar with Palamedes. Like she already has someone to run through theory and such, and she'd want Darcy's services for her own sake. Not the vague nebulous idea of companionship and camaraderie that anyone could bring like in Stede's crew, but Darcy, for what she and nobody else could do. It wasn't a bad feeling. It mingles with the moment of terror that Clarke in all her sharpness cannot hide, and Darcy really feels like she's got the upper hand here, like it'd only take a touch or two more to win the bout.
"With you, then," Darcy corrects, "I can do that. Let's hope I get a chance to show off more than just teleporting soon, ehn?"
"With you, then," Darcy corrects, "I can do that. Let's hope I get a chance to show off more than just teleporting soon, ehn?"
[ Ignore that last batch of texts you got from a certain jellyfish and instead look forward to these new ones! Who cares if they got in a little fight~? Certainly not Mizuki. He cares a lot, actually, but he'll never admit it, even on his deathbed. ]
picnic is a go-go!
miss friday will be joining us!
she doesnt have a basket, but she does have boxes, so im gonna *make* a basket
its not gonna look good?
but itll serve our purposes ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
also, she said, and i quote, "i havent been instructed 2 put out every fire, specifically"
so it looks like were gonna be able to cook out!!!!!
\o/
i should have this basket done fairly quickly
do u wanna go now?
ill pick up some things from the buffet and we can be off!
picnic is a go-go!
miss friday will be joining us!
she doesnt have a basket, but she does have boxes, so im gonna *make* a basket
its not gonna look good?
but itll serve our purposes ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
also, she said, and i quote, "i havent been instructed 2 put out every fire, specifically"
so it looks like were gonna be able to cook out!!!!!
\o/
i should have this basket done fairly quickly
do u wanna go now?
ill pick up some things from the buffet and we can be off!
hm.
if nothing else happens to screw w/ me, a week. but i might take the bombs to someone else for more advancement. someone from my realm is on board and hes a genius (dont tell him i said that) too w/ making stuff like this.
with our stuff combined, i bet itll help.
if nothing else happens to screw w/ me, a week. but i might take the bombs to someone else for more advancement. someone from my realm is on board and hes a genius (dont tell him i said that) too w/ making stuff like this.
with our stuff combined, i bet itll help.
( again with the kneejerk sorry what? because — honestly? clarke saw this playing out differently, more in line with them eventually being forced to reunite for something productive, or by circumstance. and until that time, she'd been ready to give mizuki space (and thoroughly compartmentalize her own feelings on the matter, and weigh the pros and cons of ever talking to venti again, throw herself into more conspiracy work, etc).
but. nope. apparently their previous standing hang out was still on the table. mind = boggled. )
You still want to do that?
but. nope. apparently their previous standing hang out was still on the table. mind = boggled. )
You still want to do that?
ofc i do!
how could i not?! cooking and a picnic
and spending it w 2 ppl that need to relax rl bad?
sounds like the perfect day 2 me
how could i not?! cooking and a picnic
and spending it w 2 ppl that need to relax rl bad?
sounds like the perfect day 2 me
Er — quick amendment.
"Not too soon."
Because as hungry as she is for some advancement in the plots and ploys against the Captain, that would inevitably call for strife and violence. And as ready and willing as Clarke is to fight all over again, she had just come back from the Battle Royale. And had just wiffed spectacularly in an attempt to kill the Captain in front of the entire ships populace. A moments peace was necessary to regroup, reassess, and hopefully come up with a new plan before they went absolutely all out in another attempted coup.
Not that they'd ultimately get that. It's just a few days from now that she'll be seeking Darcy's attention across a sparsely occupied auditorium, and they'll flank a singular enemy like predators converging on a prey animal they haven't learned was poisonous yet.
"I hope we get a few more chances to talk before we just go showing off. Like I said, I'm in 108. Come by some time."
Come admire her murderboard, Darcy, it's really cool okay?
"Not too soon."
Because as hungry as she is for some advancement in the plots and ploys against the Captain, that would inevitably call for strife and violence. And as ready and willing as Clarke is to fight all over again, she had just come back from the Battle Royale. And had just wiffed spectacularly in an attempt to kill the Captain in front of the entire ships populace. A moments peace was necessary to regroup, reassess, and hopefully come up with a new plan before they went absolutely all out in another attempted coup.
Not that they'd ultimately get that. It's just a few days from now that she'll be seeking Darcy's attention across a sparsely occupied auditorium, and they'll flank a singular enemy like predators converging on a prey animal they haven't learned was poisonous yet.
"I hope we get a few more chances to talk before we just go showing off. Like I said, I'm in 108. Come by some time."
Come admire her murderboard, Darcy, it's really cool okay?
I appreciate you being so thorough on something this important, Jinx. And I promise not to let the genius know you think he's a genius.
( curiosity killed the cat, clarke. curiosity kills and kills and maims and torments and kills and yet — )
What's been screwing you up so far?
( curiosity killed the cat, clarke. curiosity kills and kills and maims and torments and kills and yet — )
What's been screwing you up so far?
( noted: two people who need to relax vs two people i care about. she's learned to speak mizuki, or at least thinks she has. and thus imposes an extra acre or two of distance between the two of them just based on word choice.
but — )
Okay.
I mean, yes, sure, I'm excited for it. And I'm free now if you want to go.
Do you want me to bring anything?
but — )
Okay.
I mean, yes, sure, I'm excited for it. And I'm free now if you want to go.
Do you want me to bring anything?
( ....fuck.
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck
fuck.
fuck.
look, clarke's fresh off the boat of getting her heart shredded by mizuki over this, and maybe emotionally glitches for a second while trying to consider how to proceed. but. uh. nothing clever comes to mind, thus we're left with — )
I'm sorry.
What'd he do?
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck
fuck.
fuck.
look, clarke's fresh off the boat of getting her heart shredded by mizuki over this, and maybe emotionally glitches for a second while trying to consider how to proceed. but. uh. nothing clever comes to mind, thus we're left with — )
I'm sorry.
What'd he do?
[ Clarke is truly reading into it too much. Or maybe she isn't? Hard to tell! Mizuki's not thinking about it much himself, so any deeper meaning at this point is subconscious. ]
just urself!
and a smile!!!
oh and maybe something to actually start a fire if u have matches or smth
if not i can manage
just urself!
and a smile!!!
oh and maybe something to actually start a fire if u have matches or smth
if not i can manage
[ Zero alarm bells, because Clarke knows what she's doing and Mizuki shouldn't question it. ]
perf! just the lighter should do, tho, i have some newspaper and such we can burn no prob.
i just need to figure out what to contain the fire in… i guess we could steal one of the trays from the buffet?
perf! just the lighter should do, tho, i have some newspaper and such we can burn no prob.
i just need to figure out what to contain the fire in… i guess we could steal one of the trays from the buffet?
sounds good! in that case, ill c u in a bit!
if u want to find a good spot while i take care of the rest, that would be much appreciated!
once u do i can fetch friday and we'll get this picnic started!!
if u want to find a good spot while i take care of the rest, that would be much appreciated!
once u do i can fetch friday and we'll get this picnic started!!
I will bear it. Ability has nothing to do with it. If that's what's needed, then I'll do it. I think that has to be the way forward, because I'm not willing to keep my hands and heart clean at the expense of the lives of everyone else.
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