lady katsa of the middluns · ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀᴛ (
survivra) wrote in
driftfleet2016-08-11 11:01 am
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Who: katsa & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.

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I'm sure there are plenty, but I've yet to see a single person with my own eyes. Which is how it should work, but apparently this—this magic nonsense means no one acts like anyone should.
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But, that's okay, you'll be moved to a new place full of people after a few days! Think of it as being moved to a new prison cell from solitary confinement.
[She's helping.]
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[ Katsa's just. Going to ignore that, mostly. ]
It must be magic. I've seen magic. How else do you explain being able to communicate with someone like this, voices and faces shown instantly no matter how far away? That's how it was before. Preposterous as it is to say magic, it must be.
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[yeah, good call.]
It's just technology. Magic would be a lot more elegant about it, you know? This is just modern technology, like a phone.
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It's all the same. I've seen magic. I wouldn't call it elegant.
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But, I suppose it's too much for someone who doesn't seem to care for magic very much.
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I've never heard of any of that.
[ Of course her brief study in magic years ago was limited, but still. ]
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[It's... probably not intentionally insulting, anyway. Probably.]
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[ A long time ago. Often still disgruntled about the thought of magic. And not in her own world. But nonetheless. ]
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[She still just seems amused.]
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I could summon fire with my fingertips and make it do what I wished without getting burned. I could use the shard... [ She touches her chest and wonders, still frowning, whatever happened to that. ] A jewel that was somehow inside my chest, to enhance my natural capabilities. Perhaps at one point there was more, but that's the short of it.
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Shard? Ah, wait a moment. Are you from that 'Drabwurld' place too?
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Yes. Well, not from there, but I spent years of my life there some time ago, if that's what you mean.
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[... which isn't a weird thing to say, not at all.]
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[ The phrase my Master sounds rather unfortunate to Katsa, and it catches her off guard—but there's something else about it that also, in the context of the Drabwurld, seems strangely familiar.
She's just a bit too caught up in her surprise at the word. ]
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[i'm so sorry, katsa.]
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[ like, legitimately concerned. ]
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[leave the fourth wall alone, caster.]
Besides, they're different titles for different things! Anyway, do you think you might know her?
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