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Eris Goddess of Discord ([personal profile] chaosse) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-05-21 10:24 am

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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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-05-31 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Something in Kurt goes white-hot with rage when she does, a growl that sounds like nothing human vibrating in his throat. 'How dare-!' The sound escapes his mouth with a flash of pointed and very white teeth as Kurt reaches out in a flash, wrapping arms around that finger, resisting the urge to bite because it'll validate her treatment.

Instead he teleports further away, taking the limb with him. He reappears with a grin, brilliant and blood-thirsty in the face of his probable death. No way she won't retaliate against that, very likely she'll break every bone in his body, but by God he won't be treated like a house-cat.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-05-31 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes widen comically when he realizes his hands are empty. For a moment he wonders if it was just an illusion, like Fantomex's damned trick with Wade's head, but then she's moving. Then so is he before he can think to teleport, being lifted up to almost level with her eyes.

Setting his jaw and trying to stare her down might not have have the desire effect the first time, but the day he bows before any god he might as well 'port into the blackness of space. He's thought too much and too fondly of that idea for any healthy man.]
I've heard that one before, several times. Everyone who's told me that is dead. [Except for possibly Damask, who despite his secret wish probably died with their world. He has no proof that she snuck away, no evidence that she'd killed her doppelganger and lived in a kinder world. He just likes to hope that she did.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-05-31 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[It actually does manage to knock him off his feet, albeit briefly. Kurt catches himself on a hand and pushes himself back to his feet in an inhumanly fluid motion.]

The hell you say. Gods can die, I've watched them. I've helped kill them. [Not that he has the resources to do that here, not that any of them had been as old or entrenched as Eris. Doesn't matter, he's used to impossible odds.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-05-31 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt doesn't flinch one bit; even if he might normally, she's made him too angry for it. His tail mirrors that wonderfully, lashing behind him as though itching to snap something. Like her bones, her skull, her neck.]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a goddess is suicidal.