driftfleet | action

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action

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]

[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[ In the blink of an eye Eris is gone from before him, instead reappearing as she leans against the back of his wheelchair without actually putting any weight on it. Her hands brace against the handles, and she lets out a coy laugh. ]

Charles. I'm a Goddess. Game are what I do. You don't really think a brain as cute as yours can keep me out do you? [ She lifts one pointed finger and draws it down along his temple, over his jaw to tilt it back up towards her. ]

[ Charles grips the arm-rests again, white knuckled. He can't move. He can't leave. Essentially, he's quite trapped and he knows it, trapped with the kind of creatures he had feared and despised for months on end. ]

Nothing gets inside my head.

No? [ Oh, please. She'd love to see this. ]

It'd be too easy for you.

[ He knows this pattern. ] It wouldn't be a game if you just overwhelmed me with your power.

So you do have a brain inside that cute little head. [ And he's figured her right. It would be entirely too easy to force herself in, and not any fun at all. What she enjoys more--much more--is the fact that he's caught onto her. She likes the clever ones. ]

[ He shrugs, self-depreciative. He doesn't like the idea of Kyriakos and the library being useful, but he'll take it, if only to survive encounters like these. ]

So the real question here is. What kind of game are you playing and where do I factor in it?

[ Again she laughs, letting her hand slide from his chin and back up to her--into a wisp of air, which forms into her full visage before him.

On his lap. ]

Hmhm...♥ That'd be telling.

Then I suppose I'd have a hard time playing.

Also, get off my lap.

Don't worry. You're doing wonderfully already. [ Eris's game started the moment she first contact him and the first move has already been made. This too is another one of her gentle "pushes" to set him down the course she desires, expression unfaltering even as he makes his demand.

She'll even reach out to tap his nose with one long, slender finger. ]

I have high hopes for you, Charles. Let's hope you can keep that noble act of yours up a little longer, hmm?

[ She doesn't move in proximity, but her form does lift; floating in midair as her lower half swirls and drifts into rivets of smoke. ]

[ I HATE OMNIPOTENT CREATURES.

It takes him a couple of minutes to breathe normally - she was so close and he couldn't move - before he ruthlessly suppresses the feelings.

And go back to reading his book. ]

[When the lights went off, Erik had been in the engine room, and it was only the glow of that fiery machine that kept it from plunging into total darkness at first. He had frozen, cursed, then saw the emergency lighting flicker on. That was better. Nothing had been amiss in there, so he ran into the corridor. The light had returned not a few steps later.

Wary and frustrated, he glared up at the fixtures that had no apparent problems. Then he followed his natural inclination and went to Charles's room first. He doesn't bother knocking, just throws the door open.]

Did the lights go off in here?

[ Charles starts, before he relaxes immensely at seeing Erik. ]

Oh -- Yes. They did.

[He scowls, looking up at them again.] I can't figure out what happened. [Which is grating, given this is meant to be his 'job'.] A power surge up here could be fatal.

You're all right?

[ No, he's not. He's not because there was something so powerful so close and he can't even get up and walk away -- ]

I'm fine. For . . . the most part.

[The tone draws Erik's gaze back to Charles's face. That isn't the look of someone who's fine. He's seen that shaky mask before, as recently as this week. Closing the door behind him, he crosses to where Charles is sitting and places his hand on the book, lowering it. He holds Charles's gaze, his own searching.]

What happened?

[ Charles worries his lip before speaking. ]

It -- She is a Goddess. She came to talk to me again.

[He doesn't have to ask who he means. The one who'd bothered him yesterday. Erik's expression turns slightly harder, but it's inside where his anger starts to boil. This kind of interfering behaviour isn't good. To rattle Charles to this extent makes it serious, and he's of half a mind to figure out which ship she's on and--]

[ No, Erik, he steps in quickly, worry flashing through his mind. She's powerful. She came here without warning, without a shuttle.

He doesn't soothe away Erik's anger, but he lingers as he puts his thoughts into proper words, She's fascinated with my power. ]

[Fascinated. It turns his stomach to lead, because he's been the subject of the fascination of higher beings before, and he'd only ended up torn open on a table for it. He won't let the same thing happen to Charles. He won't.

A violent hiss escapes him.]

[ He shakes his head, reaching to touch Erik's arms.

Nothing's going to happen. ]

[Something already did, he fires back, biting. But the touch stills him somewhat, brings him back to the here and now instead of his darker thoughts.]

[ It was just words. Threats. It surprised me. It won't happen again.

He rubs Erik's arms lightly, and it won't be that easy.

Charles won't remain jumpy. He wasn't expecting it but now he has a firmer understanding. ]

[It abruptly frustrates him to be bearing down on Charles from above like this. He twists and seats himself on the bed, without breaking Charles's grip on him. Easy enough to do these rooms are only just small enough to fit the chair in alongside the bed.

I don't like it. If it were verbal, it would be some kind of grim mutter through his teeth, but in the mind it's clear as day. Gods. He detests them, and deeper than that, he's fearful. He knows what they can do.]

[ There's something uplifting about being in touch with someone else's feelings and Charles knows why. It's easier to feel through others than think about his own. He's always afraid of his own feelings, afraid of what dark corners it might lead him to. In a way, what happened after Cuba was the tip of the iceberg. He's known vengeance. Anger. A need to burn the world down.

Neither do I, he replies. If it had been Erik, Charles wouldn't have been so calm right now. But in a way, he was. If it had happened to Erik, Charles wouldn't know what would have happened.

( and what had happened was too much )

Would this have happened if he never made that announcement? He couldn't say. It was in the past now.

Stay with me. We'll look after each other.

The message was simple: We're not losing each other to this. ]

[He bites back an idiotic urge to growl, and thrusts his anger away to deal with later. It can wait.

Instead, he grips Charles's hands in his own. Obviously we will.]

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