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[chaosse]

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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[chaosse]

[ And while she does, Eris's shadowy form billows up as she crawls up the wall, over the swell of the ceiling until she can drop down behind Furiosa's chair and pull out of its silhouette, forming her body from the waist up so that she can reach over--and deftly snatch up one of her knives. ]

[kill_switch]

[She can feel the knife starting to leave its sheath and responds immediately. She tries to slap her hand over the hand of whoever is trying to grab it, and then pivot and kick the chair back to try and upset her attacker. ]

[You said you wanted alert, Chaosse? You got it.]

[chaosse]

[ In both cases, the grab and the chair--Furiosa's actions slide right through her like smoke, a laughing leaving the Goddess as she draws back into a cloud of smoke and leaves any semblance of physical form behind.

At least until she can draw herself up out of a cloud right behind Furiosa herself, and draw a hand over her shaved head, like stroking a dog. ]

Nice try♥

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa had never encountered anything of the like before. Catching glimpses of a woman made of smoke, seemingly, heading the laugh and having her attacks slide right through push her into survival mode. As Eris disappears to form behind her she's tense, fists raised although she's aware she can't attack that easy this time.]

[Feeling a hand on her head causes her to spin again, throwing a hand up or if instinct. She growls in frustration.]

Show yourself, you coward!

[chaosse]

All you had to do was asking nicely. [ Totally bs, but that's not the point here. Eris will materialize at least, right in front of Furiosa and at least twice her size as her hair lifts and fans out, her lower half nothing but the very same smoke which appears to fill the room. ]

[kill_switch]

So could you. [Furiosa is glaring at her, but she tries to keep her anger in check; she can't let this - this thing - know the extent of how unsettled she is. In some way, it's like she's back ascending the ranks and she's facing down another Imperator. Be strong, be hard, and don't show weakness.]

[In addition to her words, she holds out her hand, palm up, quietly indicating Eris return the knife she lifted.] What are you doing on my ship?

[chaosse]

[ Oh, that? Eris will have no problems drawing it up, balancing it on the tip of one pointed finger. ]

Your ship? [ She laughs, letting the blade turn slowly in place ]

You're a figurehead a most. This ship belongs to the Atroma.

[kill_switch]

I am Captain therefore I am in charge of what goes on in this rig. [She makes an attempt to snatch the knife back before Eris does ... whatever she does. She needs to somehow find this woman's weakness and get a jump on her; the safety of her crew depends on it.]

[chaosse]

[ The moment she snatches Eris doesn't even move; she hasn't need need to, for when Furiosa's fingers reach for the knife they pass right through--as the blade itself promptly dissolves into the very smoke Eris is made of. ]

For now, anyway. [ Nothing lasts forever. ]

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa pulls in a breath and lets it out in a controlled sigh. She's not at all sure how to approach this enemy, but every alarm is going off in her head; survival's kicked in and all she wants to do is get her off her ship.] What do you want?

[chaosse]

I can't drop in for a visit?♥ [ As if that's the reason she's here at all. ]

[kill_switch]

Not uninvited.

[It's not exactly like Furiosa keeps a close track on who her crewmates have over, but she's always pretty alert about trying to know who is coming and going; she's never seen Eris before. That, and the fact that Eris is bothering her specifically doesn't help.]

Either tell me what business you have here or get the hell out.

[chaosse]

Well, with an attitude like that I suppose I've got no choice. [ But Eris doesn't look at all displeased about it, smirking as her arms fold akimbo and her hair rises up, fanning out wide. ]

Ta. [ She has Furiosa's knife, so she's got what she came for. There's nothing stopping her from folding in on herself in several quick wisps of smoke, and vanishing entirely. ]

[kill_switch]

[She's lost the knife, and that's a pity, but even more than that she's lost a certain sense of security. She's not entirely sure who - or what - she even was, and in her absence Furiosa is now looking about for any other sign of the smokey woman.]