Remember me, once in a while (OPEN)

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Who: Diva (colorature) & YOU
What: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJ her husband and Eggsy) have fallen back asleep. She's throwing a fit(?) over it...because what is normal, functional coping???
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.



TARGET PRACTICE

<sub>[It's funny, just how much she cares.

Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.

JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.

Why did she have to care?

It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.

Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.

People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]</sub>


EATING YOUR FEELINGS

<sub>[She hadn't meant to kill him.

Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)

It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.

But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.

She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]</sub>


GOING BATTY

<sub>[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.

From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]</sub>

Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.

_{[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]}


WILDCARD

_{[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]}

Comments

going batty

[semblant]

[Considering their living arrangement, it isn't very difficult for him to realize Diva's gone missing. When she doesn't respond to his calls (calls as in him yellin for her in the house like a european mother), he takes a quick look at his phone -- nothing.

He has almost no reason to fret about her; she can hold her own, but it isn't that. People have been disappearing -- returning to idleness. It is reassuring to spot her name still in his phone, but he'd be remiss to just retire for the night at that. He's off on an impromptu cardio endeavor, seeking her out by scent, traveling by rooftop (coincidentally) because it's where her scent lingers strongest.

When he does eventually spot her, it's an interesting sight. She's...mimicking a traffic cop? Something like that. Quiet footfalls lead him up to her, not super close, but close enough for conversation.]

You've chosen an interesting place to roost. [A yawn's stifled against his palm, it's late.]

[colorature]

<sub>[It may be late but Diva shows no signs of fatigue as she tips her head backwards to get a look at her Chevalier. Part of her is somewhat surprised that it's this instance Solomon decided to seek her out when he had let her slip out freely before without much concern. She's not sure whether or not he's here right now out of concern, but she'll tell herself he is just to make herself feel better. It isn't as if he doesn't have reason to want to check up on her. She's been moody around the house, irritable and quick to snap, taking turns between breaking plates or burrowing beneath the blankets of her bed.

Even so, she's glad he's here.]</sub>

I wanted to be high up.

_{[Much like a cat will seek the top of a dresser or a tree to escape those around it. Her heels this against the brick a little harder, enough to bruise if she were susceptible to such minute damage.]}

[semblant]

[At least...she seems to be in better spirits here? Somewhat? She's got a tick going on with her feet, and her overall behavior's required more work than usual, but he'll be...optimistic here.

Rather than prompt an unsavory reaction in trying to corral her, he'll step closer, shrug off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders. They're up high, it's breezy.]

It seemed like you were talking to someone.

[Overall innocent behavior, but worrying all the same. He'll only meddle to a point...]

[colorature]

_{[Better spirits is questionable. She's in a different mood though, a more contemplative one, as she pulls his jacket around herself once he places it on her.]}

No one of importance.

_{[Just who was of importance anyway, in the grand scheme of things? That's the sort of thing her thoughts have been fixated on as she sits on her perch. There's another thud as her heels hit the brick again, head tilting forward once more, chin tucked as she peers down toward the street below them.]}

I'm an idiot, aren't I Solomon?

[semblant]

[Security blanket: established, though predictably unacknowledged. He'll keep some distance, staring out ahead rather than making any sincere effort to share her view.]

Not really, no.

[Context not withstanding. Getting attached to humans, it's only natural in coinciding with them. He's firmly attached himself to one just as well, though...he may not mourn over a disappearance of one.

Regardless of who. He and JJ had a sometimes-intimate connection, but the fact that he'd gone idle was nothing more than a mental margin note.

Diva, however, hasn't had a lot of experience with such a thing. If anyone were to check out, it'd have to be on her terms.]

This will pass. There are others who need you, Diva.

Target Practice

[diamondize]

Oh!

[It isn't like Diamond can really feel pain, but they can feel when something hits them .It isn't like Diva probably means to either, but when a rock splinters against the wall, pieces of debris splatter against Diamond as they round the corner, searching for... Well, they're not really sure what they were searching for, honestly. Something to do, be useful with, maybe.

Instead they end up getting hit with a bunch of little rocks and things. They look around until they spot the culprit, blinking owlishly and taking in the girl's emotional state.]

Diva...?

[colorature]

...Dia?

_{[It's easier to shorten Diamond's name to just the first few letters, especially since Diva's found it sounds far prettier to her ears anyway. Even though some of the wreckage hits the gem it hadn't been intentional. Dia's not human and as such most of the complicated feelings she's been having don't apply to them. She'd just been ready to chuck another rock but lowers her arm, despite her grip not loosening around the projectile.]}

Sorry.

[diamondize]

[Diamond blinks slowly, trying to decide how to proceed. Clearly Diva's upset, throwing those rocks around and things. They look from the wall, to the debris, to Diva again, crossing their arms lightly over their chest and tapping thoughtfully at their chin with one finger.]

Hmm... Diva, would it make you feel better to fight something? I wouldn't advise hitting me with your hand or anything in case you hurt yourself, but if you want a moving target or something...?

[Maybe the challenge would wear her out more? Dia doesn't know, but they're Trying.]

Um, I can't really say I understand why you're doing this, but... I'll help if I can...

[colorature]

A moving target?

_{[Sure, Diva gets what Diamond is offering to do for her...but was it really okay? Then again would they offer it in the first place if it wasn't? After all, Diamond was literally made of diamonds so...it's fine.]}

If you're okay with it?

[diamondize]

[Dia smiles warmly and nods] I don't mind. It'll be good practice for me, too.

Of course, I won't go easy on you! You'll have to work really hard to hit me, you know.

[They take on a sort of battle stance, ready to begin jumping around and trying to dodge whatever Diva throws at them]

Are you ready?

eating your feelings

[mollymocked]

[Molly does not like instincts. Specifically, he doesn't like his own, because they don't feel like his own and are, in fact, not, because Mollymauk Tealeaf is a circus performer who has no business wielding a sword for anything but juggling. But life isn't fair and he has thoughts and instincts in his head that he doesn't feel he can ignore.

So he follows a trail like the world's most disappointed scenthound, feeling like his entire night will be ruined by an unscratched itch if he doesn't at least try to find out what became of one of the weirder patrons of the Red Light district that some of the workers were chattering about (most of it hadn't been positive and if they're being honest, Molly's half expecting the bastard to be the one pinging on his senses).

He steps through the trees, the eye on his neck bleeding due to the ignited sword in his right hand glowing with radiant, holy energy. He may look ready for a fight, but he doesn't sound like it when he speaks. Honestly, he sounds like someone who would rather avoid one.]

This may seem like a very untoward observation, but the ladies of the Red Light District have a strong disdain for you, and if you turn out to be evil, that'll actually make my night, but if you're just a freaky man with equally freaky interests, then this is going to be embarrassing for both of us.

[colorature]

<sub>[At first she isn't sure whether or not the words are directed at her as she sits huddled on the ground, bone still between her teeth. Her grips on each end of it tighten as she slowly pulls it from her mouth, gaze half lidded as she looks in the direction of Molly's voice. No, he isn't addressing her, rather he's talking as if the man he seems to be looking for is still alive.

Hah. About that...

Pulling herself up off the ground she stands, dusting herself off. It doesn't do much. After all there's blood around her mouth and down her throat, staining the collar of her dress. There are a few leaves in her hair too. The bone she's holding in hand is pretty incriminating as well.

Not that she cares.]</sub>

He can't hear you, you know.

_{[She calls out, answering in lieu of her victim. Does she have any idea how Molly might react to seeing her in such a state? No, not at all...but right now she doesn't really care. If he wants to reduce her to...this then so be it.]}

[mollymocked]

Diva?

[Molly rarely forgets a voice or a face and here he has both, now within his vision. He was looking for a creep, not a young woman, and that's all he's apparently getting. The blood on her and the bone are noted, but he still lets the rite fade, the sword's glow dissipating and leaving it just a golden scimitar with little else special about it. He doesn't sheathe it, but the nastiest part of it is consciously pulled back.]

No accounting for taste, I guess. [He screws up his face.] Gods, I just said that out loud.

[And that's it. No questions. No shock, no screams or rants, no turning and running the opposite way. Nothing. The hunter part of him knows that if you run, you end up chased, so best to just stand confident. But Molly is the type of person who isn't going to put up a fuss about someone eating another person who was probably just... awful. It's noted. It's done. What is being pissed about it going to do?]

[colorature]

Are you saying I've bad taste?

_{[Or does he mean her victim? Either way, the question's paired with a small tilt of her head. She takes note of the weapon but its presence has little effect on her disposition. Even if he were to attack her with it the damage he'd be able to do probably wouldn't be enough to be truly damaging.]}

If you're looking for who I think you are he's dead.

[mollymocked]

That depends on a lot of things. [Really, she has excellent taste if she's eating assholes, but he probably tasted horrible. It's not the best play on words he ever made and is more than a little disrespectful to the dead.]

But I... figured as much. Saves me some time. [He sheathes the scimitar.] You all right? Not feeling inclined to eat anyone else, are you?

[It's remarkable how calm he is about this. Then again, he was defending Kylre even after everything. A little bit of respect for someone's dietary needs goes a long way.] Because if you are, I recommend only eating the ones who deserve it.

target practice

[beatupgrass]

[As she hurls another rock, a voice comes from three feet up off the ground somewhere to her left- close enough that it would be easy to dodge a rock if she threw it, but not so close that he's risking danger.]

You show that wall, Diva. I bet it thinks it's real tough, just standin' there like that.

[colorature]

<sub>[The voice has her pausing her swing mid-throw, arm lowering after a moment as she scans her surroundings to find just where exactly he might be. It doesn't take her long and soon enough her gaze falls on the gritty, talking raccoon.

It's been awhile.]</sub>

...Rocket?

_{[He's alive? Maybe she shouldn't be so surprised...not that it's a bad thing to see him again.]}

I want to break it.

[beatupgrass]

You're gonna need something better than rocks. You want a bomb? I can get you a bomb.

[Look, he knows that look on her face, and he is not wholly lacking in empathy. That may be a terrible idea, but casual demolition can only improve his place right now.]

Mindless destruction makes everything a little better.

[colorature]

A bomb?

_{[Okay, hold up. Things just got interesting, enough that Rocket's got her full attention.]}

How? Can you make one?

_{[This is such a bad idea why are you enabling her...]}

[beatupgrass]

It ain't hard. I built a few while we were in Nadril.

[because he's awful... and a little bit practical.] Some of these buildings needed to be torn down anyway. They're not doin' anyone any good being half-damaged. Look at 'em. Someone walks in there, they're gonna get crushed and die, and then we'll have another body to bury.

[#logic]

Probably NSFW lets be honest...also general warning for Diva and her bullshit

[colorature]

<sub>[There's only one word that describes Diva aptly lately and that's restless. She's been unsettled, her feelings on various matters churning about inside, creating an unpleasant stew of emotions she wants nothing to do with. Talking about it or trying to release that frustration physically has only been semi successful. It's not like people have time for her bullshit and why should they? The rebuilding of the city is more important than a vampire queen's moodiness.

She's not exactly sure how she was convinced to buy the leather collar in the gift bag she's currently holding at her side, letting it swing gently by the handles. It's probably because she's been frequenting the Red Light district a little too much in recent days, hungry for something more than blood but never feeling sated by just feeding. At first she hadn't really understood the point of a collar but the shopkeeper had been insistent. It'd be a way to mark what was hers, to make sure that whoever wore it couldn't leave her.

She's always been possessive, after all.

Auto pilot takes her to where she sometimes finds herself - this time it's not Atsushi's bedroom but instead his kitchen. She's tossed the gift bag onto the counter, opening the fridge to peruse the contents to see if anything catches her eye. Technically she's been "fed" already, but that doesn't stop her from boredom eating. The fridge ends up not holding anything of interest so she moves onto the cupboards instead, coming across a half eaten box of what seems to be Olympia's version of Oreos. Hopping up onto the counter she lets her legs dangle as she helps herself to the rest of the box, not caring about the crumbs she's getting everywhere.

It's not like she's alone in the house - Atsushi is home and she knows it - she can hear his footsteps upstairs. She doesn't bother seeking him out just yet though. Eventually he'll come downstairs. Until then she'll stuff her face with cookies.]</sub>

😼

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi's hearing is pretty good when he focuses, but the mansion has always been lively (not to mention Daifuku tends to cause a lot of minor noise), so slight signs of someone being downstairs don't bother him in the least. There tend to be two attitudes that a formerly poor person can take: he either becomes incredibly possessive, hoarding everything he's got, and terrified of losing even the slightest part of it - or he accepts that even losing everything wouldn't leave him worse off than he was to start with. Having lost everything more than once by now, Atsushi is a cheerful adept of the second attitude.

Still, when the noise persists, and Daifuku comes up the stairs, proving the cub's innocence in whatever's happening in the kitchen, Atsushi goes to check it out anyway - just in case. Peeking in through the doorframe, he relaxes immediately, smiling.]

Diva-chan... You should have said you were here. I could have made you some tea.

[Not that she can't make her own, probably, but. It's the thought that counts?]

[colorature]

<sub>[She looks a bit like a chipmunk that's decided to stuff its face with Oreos as she sits, caught, hand stuffed in the box. Not that she cares at all to be seen like this by Atsushi. He's seen quite a number of sides of her, although he hasn't seen her at her absolute worst. Only JJ and Eggsy had seen her in such a state...and the two of them were gone, she reminds herself.

Would Atsushi leave too, if he saw her bathed in blood, devouring victim after victim?

That thought deserves another cookie, as she pointedly stuffs one into her already plump cheeks. Just...give her a moment to swallow...

Or at least chew enough that she can talk.]</sub>

I didn't know I was coming.

_{[Which is only a half truth in a way. Her legs are still swinging, ankles hitting off the door of the cupboard beneath her with a soft thud.]}

Will you still make me some?

[gekkajuu]

[She didn't know she was coming... But of course. It's such a Diva thing to say, it somehow warms Atsushi heart a little.]

Of course.

[Tea is important. It might also keep her from choking on those cookies, which seems to be a serious risk right about now.

So Atsushi puts the kettle on, rummaging about for cups and the tea.]

Was there anything you wanted? Not that I mind if you just wanted to drop by, of course!

[colorature]

You.

<sub>[Comes the cookie muffled reply as she struggles to swallow what she'd stuffed in her mouth. She manages to succeed after a moment, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand.

Maybe she should edit reiterate.]</sub>

I want you. To see you.

_{[Off the counter she slides, letting her bare feet hit cold tile as she takes a few steps his way. Her shoes are somewhere near the front door - she actually used the door this time.]}

I wanted to make sure you hadn't left me too.