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( shiptalk | direct messages | group messages | action )
[Well, it's now officially the morning after Clarke Griffin's impromptu weed adventure the evening prior. After a series of exchanged texts truly running the gamut of topics both ridiculous and disconcertingly sincere, Jade had at least managed to eventually usher her to sleeping, and there's no response to her parting dream well wishes.
.....Until a bit past nine the next day, anyway. Plenty of time for Clarke to awaken and get oriented to the best of her ability, ideally. At which point, she'd find a response from a particular address finally cropping up:]
Good morning to you! Whenever you might eventually wake 🌞😊 Still alive and functional over there, I hope? No late-onset poisoning or bizarre after-effects?
[You know, the kinds of things anyone would ask, when checking in on the wellbeing of a friend!]
.....Until a bit past nine the next day, anyway. Plenty of time for Clarke to awaken and get oriented to the best of her ability, ideally. At which point, she'd find a response from a particular address finally cropping up:]
Good morning to you! Whenever you might eventually wake 🌞😊 Still alive and functional over there, I hope? No late-onset poisoning or bizarre after-effects?
[You know, the kinds of things anyone would ask, when checking in on the wellbeing of a friend!]
( she wakes up the morning of the 8th-ish feeling... weird. not a hangover like the one that follows drinking too much alcohol, and not the grogginess that one experiences post-finally sleeping after so much time spent awake. it's honestly a pretty comfortable feeling, even if her eyes itch and her throat is sore from smoke. clarke just lays comfortably in her couch bed for a few minutes, blinking at the ceiling and for once not looking for monsters in the early morning shadows of her room.
then memory serves, and humiliation runs rampant. first and foremost in her mind is hitting aggressively on palamedes sextus, and honestly that takes up most of the space she has for thought. natsuno, rita, sharky, pratt... those conversations had been a little wild too but she'd not gone out of her way to try to sleep with them. faintly aware she'd texted jade curtiss as well, but remembers sums that hazed experience up as silly questions and... a threat to destroy him in a snowball fight? what.
she's up and showered and dressed by 9am, and debating how best to apologize to pal when her phone buzzes. with healthy trepidation, it's picked up and the shiptalk app opened. while the new message isn't anything too harsh, clarke scrolls up and —
was one evening of feeling nice and calm and happy really worth the aftermath? gods help her. )
I'm alive.
And I'm sorry.
then memory serves, and humiliation runs rampant. first and foremost in her mind is hitting aggressively on palamedes sextus, and honestly that takes up most of the space she has for thought. natsuno, rita, sharky, pratt... those conversations had been a little wild too but she'd not gone out of her way to try to sleep with them. faintly aware she'd texted jade curtiss as well, but remembers sums that hazed experience up as silly questions and... a threat to destroy him in a snowball fight? what.
she's up and showered and dressed by 9am, and debating how best to apologize to pal when her phone buzzes. with healthy trepidation, it's picked up and the shiptalk app opened. while the new message isn't anything too harsh, clarke scrolls up and —
was one evening of feeling nice and calm and happy really worth the aftermath? gods help her. )
I'm alive.
And I'm sorry.
( BODY PAINT??? oh good lord, save that revelation for a later date.
a lot of social niceties and hang-ups fall away in times of practical application and research or instruction. rita's dragging fingers down her leg in abject violation of the personal space code, and clarke could literally care less because she's learning. it's not entirely unlike slitting the back of her hand to lend blood to palamedes' camp summoning without really knowing what she was getting into. somethingsomethingreference to: this is making up, not making out. )
So, 7.5%, 3.75%, then 1.8% just above the knee? Probably worth pennies against the Captain, but allowing for the complexities of magic between different worlds, could maybe hold a candle against others. Shouldn't be relied on to protect my face. I follow you.
a lot of social niceties and hang-ups fall away in times of practical application and research or instruction. rita's dragging fingers down her leg in abject violation of the personal space code, and clarke could literally care less because she's learning. it's not entirely unlike slitting the back of her hand to lend blood to palamedes' camp summoning without really knowing what she was getting into. somethingsomethingreference to: this is making up, not making out. )
So, 7.5%, 3.75%, then 1.8% just above the knee? Probably worth pennies against the Captain, but allowing for the complexities of magic between different worlds, could maybe hold a candle against others. Shouldn't be relied on to protect my face. I follow you.
[Another unexpected agreement where certain details trump the personal space code for both of them, as long as nobody actually mentions it. Satisfied, Rita nods and straightens back up, mouth thinning into a line.]
Well...you should already know how well this sort of thing protected me against the captain.
[As in: not at all. But since it sounds like Clarke isn't getting any reckless ideas regarding that avenue, she's quickly moving on.]
Maybe if there was a hat or hairband to go with it, but... [She motions to a pile of gold- and fur-trimmed purple fabric and in a corner of the room, topped with matching knee-high boots and a pointy hat. Rita's new set of war gear, so to say, for when she feels it's necessary to have.] Anyway, having your torso protected is way better than nothing.
Well...you should already know how well this sort of thing protected me against the captain.
[As in: not at all. But since it sounds like Clarke isn't getting any reckless ideas regarding that avenue, she's quickly moving on.]
Maybe if there was a hat or hairband to go with it, but... [She motions to a pile of gold- and fur-trimmed purple fabric and in a corner of the room, topped with matching knee-high boots and a pointy hat. Rita's new set of war gear, so to say, for when she feels it's necessary to have.] Anyway, having your torso protected is way better than nothing.
Edited 2022-11-25 23:24 (UTC)
( oh. ouch.
it's not like clarke ever forgets really, or at least she tries very hard not to. but there's nothing that undercuts initial excitement and cheerful pondering like the memory of rita mordio without her full arm. on the beach during the battle royale, that's the image seared into her brain most of all for some reason. some of the air exits her lungs, and equal parts enthusiasm melts from her shoulders. but yes, right; that is a very effective cautionary tale. )
You're right. ( clarke had just died most recently from a magically inflicted torso wound... you live, you learn, you better equip. that's survivalism in a nutshell. aaaaand, casting a look in the direction rita had motioned — )
Does your world have something against, like. Magic cloaks or full plated armor? ( hadn't flynn worn full armor??? ) ...or is it just on women?
it's not like clarke ever forgets really, or at least she tries very hard not to. but there's nothing that undercuts initial excitement and cheerful pondering like the memory of rita mordio without her full arm. on the beach during the battle royale, that's the image seared into her brain most of all for some reason. some of the air exits her lungs, and equal parts enthusiasm melts from her shoulders. but yes, right; that is a very effective cautionary tale. )
You're right. ( clarke had just died most recently from a magically inflicted torso wound... you live, you learn, you better equip. that's survivalism in a nutshell. aaaaand, casting a look in the direction rita had motioned — )
Does your world have something against, like. Magic cloaks or full plated armor? ( hadn't flynn worn full armor??? ) ...or is it just on women?
[Truly, the price paid for a brief reprieve of Feeling Nice can be rather steep at times...though in this case it seems to have been mostly a currency of pride and and too-thin thought filters. Which may or may not be worse, then again, depending on the person...
Anyway. The brusque reply Clarke actually sends doesn't illustrate a whole lot, where her current state and thoughts might be concerned--but even still, there are a few things to derive from it, and none of them are necessarily negative. Which is probably a good start...?]
Ah, alive but full of apologies! So it's that sort of morning, then 💀 Still, your typing faculties already seem to be in better shape at least...
Which means that it's worn off by now, is that right? Whatever it was you were partaking in, last night.
Anyway. The brusque reply Clarke actually sends doesn't illustrate a whole lot, where her current state and thoughts might be concerned--but even still, there are a few things to derive from it, and none of them are necessarily negative. Which is probably a good start...?]
Ah, alive but full of apologies! So it's that sort of morning, then 💀 Still, your typing faculties already seem to be in better shape at least...
Which means that it's worn off by now, is that right? Whatever it was you were partaking in, last night.
Marijuana.
( it's over text but you best believe clarke intermittently looks at her feet and scuffs them against the carpet. big "explaining to your parent why you got escorted home by the police last night" energy right here. )
It's an old world plant, and when dried out and smoked it's... Well, not really a psychedelic. A psychoactive, I guess. Steve Harrington threw a little bit of a party with it in Tauva.
( it's over text but you best believe clarke intermittently looks at her feet and scuffs them against the carpet. big "explaining to your parent why you got escorted home by the police last night" energy right here. )
It's an old world plant, and when dried out and smoked it's... Well, not really a psychedelic. A psychoactive, I guess. Steve Harrington threw a little bit of a party with it in Tauva.
[Oh, something smoked. Actually this explains quite a lot, huh...?]
I see, not an unfamiliar concept. Auldrant had such substances for pipe smoking as well, if not necessarily with the exact same name. I suppose some things just don't really change even between realities, where the habits of human beings might be concerned...
['Steve Harrington' is an unfamiliar name, but now it's going to be attached to "that one person who hosted a marijuana party in Tauva apparently" evermore in Jade's mental dossier, so that's going to be a very fun and not at all awkward first impression to enter a conversation with if they ever do meet...! (Sorry Steve--)]
Not so terrible as psychoactives go, by the sound of it; you certainly seemed in quite fair spirits last night! [Hmm, should they get into this, really? ...Oh, may as well. The elephant's occupying this room so aggressively it'd just be more ridiculous not to acknowledge this, really. Then, to head off things right at the pass:] If you're planning to request that I forget everything you told me back there, I'm afraid I cannot! 😊 My memory has always been very sharp, most unfortunately. Besides which, the full record of that exchange remains on both our phones now anyhow...so it seems this is something we'll both simply have to sit with now, isn't it?
I see, not an unfamiliar concept. Auldrant had such substances for pipe smoking as well, if not necessarily with the exact same name. I suppose some things just don't really change even between realities, where the habits of human beings might be concerned...
['Steve Harrington' is an unfamiliar name, but now it's going to be attached to "that one person who hosted a marijuana party in Tauva apparently" evermore in Jade's mental dossier, so that's going to be a very fun and not at all awkward first impression to enter a conversation with if they ever do meet...! (Sorry Steve--)]
Not so terrible as psychoactives go, by the sound of it; you certainly seemed in quite fair spirits last night! [Hmm, should they get into this, really? ...Oh, may as well. The elephant's occupying this room so aggressively it'd just be more ridiculous not to acknowledge this, really. Then, to head off things right at the pass:] If you're planning to request that I forget everything you told me back there, I'm afraid I cannot! 😊 My memory has always been very sharp, most unfortunately. Besides which, the full record of that exchange remains on both our phones now anyhow...so it seems this is something we'll both simply have to sit with now, isn't it?
( jade curtiss: forever a quiet sort of menace with a smile, either in person or emoji form... )
You know.
You could just delete the whole text thread. We both could.
And then never bring this up again. Maybe conveniently bump your head. It's not like soul colors and ( god, what else had she said? clarke scrolls up and nearly has an aneurysm trying to read some of her own texts. the flame? magic? who let her have a phone, this is months of purposeful silence on the topics nearly flushed down the drain. ) and who'd win in a snowball fight are important, memorable discussion.
You know.
You could just delete the whole text thread. We both could.
And then never bring this up again. Maybe conveniently bump your head. It's not like soul colors and ( god, what else had she said? clarke scrolls up and nearly has an aneurysm trying to read some of her own texts. the flame? magic? who let her have a phone, this is months of purposeful silence on the topics nearly flushed down the drain. ) and who'd win in a snowball fight are important, memorable discussion.
Edited 2022-11-27 19:58 (UTC)
[ It is Clarke's lucky day! ]
I've come across a short sword. I think it's magic because it caught fire. I'm not sure how it did that so.
Are you interested?
This is Yato.
I've come across a short sword. I think it's magic because it caught fire. I'm not sure how it did that so.
Are you interested?
This is Yato.
[Rita's not even intentionally trying to bring the mood down (even if she unintentionally does so pretty often); she's more concerned with making sure Clarke isn't going to get too reckless just because she has a little extra protection. She certainly doesn't want to see the other girl with another torso wound like that, either...
Anyway! At the question, Rita blinks.]
I mean...obviously, there's stuff like that, but... Don't tell me you'd rather be lugging around a bunch of useless weight. How are you supposed to move in that?
[Look, the dress is both easy and breezy!]
Anyway! At the question, Rita blinks.]
I mean...obviously, there's stuff like that, but... Don't tell me you'd rather be lugging around a bunch of useless weight. How are you supposed to move in that?
[Look, the dress is both easy and breezy!]
By acquiring muscle mass? I'd rather wear something that can stop a knife or bullet and magic, but...
( she just sort of shrugs, because what's there to do? maybe if she ever gets a kevlar vest she'll make rita and palamedes sit down together and see what they could work out regarding anti-magic-fying that as well but in the interim... )
Seriously though, Rita. This is really great, and you didn't have to give me this. But I appreciate it a lot.
( she just sort of shrugs, because what's there to do? maybe if she ever gets a kevlar vest she'll make rita and palamedes sit down together and see what they could work out regarding anti-magic-fying that as well but in the interim... )
Seriously though, Rita. This is really great, and you didn't have to give me this. But I appreciate it a lot.
( yato?
hmmm, yato yato yato... the name rings less of a bell than a conversation about a magic sword. and on some level this feels intensely weird and maybe like a trap? but she's been in the bowels of a monstrous moon magician's room stealing thing lately, so what's a little more recklessness? )
I don't think I was serious about that.
But also. Yes. Please.
What do you mean you don't know how it caught fire?
hmmm, yato yato yato... the name rings less of a bell than a conversation about a magic sword. and on some level this feels intensely weird and maybe like a trap? but she's been in the bowels of a monstrous moon magician's room stealing thing lately, so what's a little more recklessness? )
I don't think I was serious about that.
But also. Yes. Please.
What do you mean you don't know how it caught fire?
[ Yeah he should've expected this but sometimes it worked until he fulfilled the request. Ugh. ]
Your wish was heard loud and clear!
I'm not sure, the blade caught fire when I was holding it so I mean, it's got some kind of magic. Metal doesn't usually catch fire and not show any harm from that.
[ He'd offer to show her how to use it if she wanted but he suspected she wouldn't remember. Hey, he's got a short sword in his hand that randomly catches fire. ]
Your wish was heard loud and clear!
I'm not sure, the blade caught fire when I was holding it so I mean, it's got some kind of magic. Metal doesn't usually catch fire and not show any harm from that.
[ He'd offer to show her how to use it if she wanted but he suspected she wouldn't remember. Hey, he's got a short sword in his hand that randomly catches fire. ]
( half a dozen thoughts come to mind before she actually sets pen to paper. more accurate, thumbs to touchscreen. my wish? she'd wanted a real sword, and as a baseline wants all things magic that might offset her bland humanity and level the playing field amongst magicians but... who'd did she ask that of again? who here even had that sort of capacity to make something like wishes come true?
... )
If you're magic, and the sword requires inherent magic to catch fire, I can't do that.
( but the curiosity has snagged like a hook in a fish. even if curiosity is doomed to kill the cat and not be remembered after revival. )
I'd like to see it, though.
... )
If you're magic, and the sword requires inherent magic to catch fire, I can't do that.
( but the curiosity has snagged like a hook in a fish. even if curiosity is doomed to kill the cat and not be remembered after revival. )
I'd like to see it, though.
I'm not that kind of magic so it's doing it on its own.
[ For whatever that's worth but he's smiling just a little bit. ]
Sure. Meet me on the deck and I'll give it to you.
[ For whatever that's worth but he's smiling just a little bit. ]
Sure. Meet me on the deck and I'll give it to you.
( she has all the alarm bells of the wary and unknowing, willingly walking into what could either be a normal cave or the mouth of a lion. )
Alright. See you in a few minutes.
( and it's true. slipping on shoes and taking the elevator up to the main deck level doesn't take more than four minutes. the additional two are spent assessing and lowkey creeping. clarke ultimately doesn't know who it is she's looking for and is going entirely on who looks like they're holding a sword that they aren't particularly attached to.
it helps that the deck isn't overpopulated in this moment. but she still stops, dead still and awkwardly, a few meters away from yato and squints until he gives some sort of recognition. )
Alright. See you in a few minutes.
( and it's true. slipping on shoes and taking the elevator up to the main deck level doesn't take more than four minutes. the additional two are spent assessing and lowkey creeping. clarke ultimately doesn't know who it is she's looking for and is going entirely on who looks like they're holding a sword that they aren't particularly attached to.
it helps that the deck isn't overpopulated in this moment. but she still stops, dead still and awkwardly, a few meters away from yato and squints until he gives some sort of recognition. )
[ It is quite possible, even likely that she doesn't notice him. If he had called her properly he could've teleported to where she was but alas text doesn't quite cut it in that area.
However, he remembers her and he smiles brightly. ]
Hey! [ A pause. ] I'm Yato.
[ He has the sword in one hand, but it's just at rest at his side. ]
However, he remembers her and he smiles brightly. ]
Hey! [ A pause. ] I'm Yato.
[ He has the sword in one hand, but it's just at rest at his side. ]
[C'mon Clarke you can't have everything when you're not a JRPG final boss or whatever. Besides, Rita feels tired and constricted just thinking about wearing a getup like Flynn's.
Well, it's quickly forgotten regardless, because Clarke's genuine appreciation has heat rising to her cheeks, as she tries to wave it off.]
I-it's not that big a deal--it's not like I had any hand in making it show up. The timing was just convenient; that's all.
Well, it's quickly forgotten regardless, because Clarke's genuine appreciation has heat rising to her cheeks, as she tries to wave it off.]
I-it's not that big a deal--it's not like I had any hand in making it show up. The timing was just convenient; that's all.
[Revealing the power of emojis to him was a mistake honestly...but now it's far too late, and everyone else's problem--]
Oh, yes, I certainly could do those things!
[Which does not...confirm he's actually going to do those things, huh.....]
I don't know, I'm holding you to that snowball challenge now. That's not the sort of gauntlet a civilized person can simply ignore, you know? [....] And all that aside, it was a correspondence that occurred all the same, hard as we might try pretending otherwise going forward. Fairly even exchange, at least. You let slip a few mildly compromising things, [that he did pointedly try not to pursue while she remained in an altered state, as Clarke might notice in the text history at length] and now you know that my eyes are prone to explosion--so really, I daresay it's not a terribly skewed score all around!
For that matter, I can't imagine I was the only person you accosted last night, was I?
Oh, yes, I certainly could do those things!
[Which does not...confirm he's actually going to do those things, huh.....]
I don't know, I'm holding you to that snowball challenge now. That's not the sort of gauntlet a civilized person can simply ignore, you know? [....] And all that aside, it was a correspondence that occurred all the same, hard as we might try pretending otherwise going forward. Fairly even exchange, at least. You let slip a few mildly compromising things, [that he did pointedly try not to pursue while she remained in an altered state, as Clarke might notice in the text history at length] and now you know that my eyes are prone to explosion--so really, I daresay it's not a terribly skewed score all around!
For that matter, I can't imagine I was the only person you accosted last night, was I?
( well, one has to dream at all for any aspiration to prove itself a pipe dream. clarke's sigh is mostly self deprecating, but there's a tad of frustration mingled in; this could have been easy, they didn't have to do this, but... she'd brought it on herself in the end, hadn't she. )
No. You weren't.
( seriously wHO LET HER HAVE A PHONE? but there's no further elaboration on the food and love fest between her and natsuno, the soul color conversation between her and rita, and it'll be a cold day in hell before she tells jade about the texting thread or horny poetry with palamedes. )
And fine. I'm still concerned about the eyeball thing. Do you have spare glasses in case yours break? And what else have you done to yourself in the name of science?
No. You weren't.
( seriously wHO LET HER HAVE A PHONE? but there's no further elaboration on the food and love fest between her and natsuno, the soul color conversation between her and rita, and it'll be a cold day in hell before she tells jade about the texting thread or horny poetry with palamedes. )
And fine. I'm still concerned about the eyeball thing. Do you have spare glasses in case yours break? And what else have you done to yourself in the name of science?
( yato, yato, yato... she's still visibly frowning and trying to focus; trying to parse out how or where she might know him from, and how he'd managed to get her something that clarke barely remembers ever having asked for out loud. )
Hi, Yato. ( carefully, very carefully, and lacking sincerity around the nice part of this pleasantry — ) It's nice to meet you. ( but then that instantly feels weird and, not because of any lasting memory of the man, but because of the fact he knew her name, room number enough to text her, and latest passion project clarke feels compelled to tack on: ) Again?
( but it comes out awkwardly, and way more a question than it should have. so then she just clears her throat. looks yato head to toe, but then immediately zeroes in on the sword by his side and... huh. )
It looks nice, but so normal.
Hi, Yato. ( carefully, very carefully, and lacking sincerity around the nice part of this pleasantry — ) It's nice to meet you. ( but then that instantly feels weird and, not because of any lasting memory of the man, but because of the fact he knew her name, room number enough to text her, and latest passion project clarke feels compelled to tack on: ) Again?
( but it comes out awkwardly, and way more a question than it should have. so then she just clears her throat. looks yato head to toe, but then immediately zeroes in on the sword by his side and... huh. )
It looks nice, but so normal.
All of that's true. But none of it meant you had to give it to me, and that's what actually matters here.
( rita seems flustered, but clarke holds pointed eye contact — or at least, the heavy heat of her eyes on rita's face, even if the other girl looks away — for a good few seconds after she's done speaking. but then politely drops her gaze to the hem of the skirt, and swings her hips experimentally to make the fabric rustle. swish, swish, swish... )
( rita seems flustered, but clarke holds pointed eye contact — or at least, the heavy heat of her eyes on rita's face, even if the other girl looks away — for a good few seconds after she's done speaking. but then politely drops her gaze to the hem of the skirt, and swings her hips experimentally to make the fabric rustle. swish, swish, swish... )
[ He's disappointed, he really is, but he's going to not worry about that for a moment. He's used to it. Some things just weren't meant to be. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ Let him worry about those things. ]
Yeah, I don't know, it's definitely not meant for my brand of magic. [ As it is not a person. ] But at the same time it caught fire and I can't do that so I can only assume there's some kind of magic at work.
[ He holds it out to her, hilt first. ] I could tell you how to use it, be the fire's a bit of a head scratcher.
Don't worry about it.
[ Let him worry about those things. ]
Yeah, I don't know, it's definitely not meant for my brand of magic. [ As it is not a person. ] But at the same time it caught fire and I can't do that so I can only assume there's some kind of magic at work.
[ He holds it out to her, hilt first. ] I could tell you how to use it, be the fire's a bit of a head scratcher.
( don't worry about it somehow registering as ominous and she's not entirely sure why. maybe because that's clarke's general vibe every time a magician looks at her too closely when she asks them questions about power and blood sigils — just don't worry about it guys! nothing bad ever came from a mortal coveting magic everything, and routinely getting it. )
...okay.
( it's really hard to resist taking the sword in hand when offered to her so easily. there's a beat of hesitation, as she stares at the hilt half expecting it to erupt in flames and burn deeper than rita mordio's fireballs (the scar from which is still relatively fresh, healed but shiny on the portion of her left arm that a three-quarter sleeve doesn't cover). but if there's anything humanity does well, it's impulsive risk-taking.
clarke eventually puts her hand around the pommel, and whenever yato lets go, adopts a more traditional hold. still wary, though, and checking the blade over for any foreign markings or magical tells. )
You didn't say anything? Or swing it a specific way? There's not like, a button?
...okay.
( it's really hard to resist taking the sword in hand when offered to her so easily. there's a beat of hesitation, as she stares at the hilt half expecting it to erupt in flames and burn deeper than rita mordio's fireballs (the scar from which is still relatively fresh, healed but shiny on the portion of her left arm that a three-quarter sleeve doesn't cover). but if there's anything humanity does well, it's impulsive risk-taking.
clarke eventually puts her hand around the pommel, and whenever yato lets go, adopts a more traditional hold. still wary, though, and checking the blade over for any foreign markings or magical tells. )
You didn't say anything? Or swing it a specific way? There's not like, a button?
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