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

[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?]

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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.

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_{[Is she all right? No, absolutely not. That much is apparent in her gaze and the way she holds herself. There's a tension there that grips her, muscles taught. She's wound up, for lack of a better word, her hold on her bone unrelenting.]}

Not at the moment, no. _{[Have any plans, that is, on devouring anyone else.]} He deserved it, so it's fine.

[mollymocked]

That's fair. [Well, his sense of chivalry- if one could call it that, and he certainly wouldn't god no- demands that he not leave someone in a state like this without offering something, so he leans against a tree and crosses his arms over his scarred chest.]

I take it he was the cause of your distress. Strictly speaking, this does not look like a devouring of passion, so much as it is an incidental. [There's a certain method to how he's speaking- calm and casual so to not be patronizing, but also with the gentleness of someone trying to speak to a spooked horse.]

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He wasn't.

_{[There's a small shake of her head. No, it hadn't been a devouring of passion and more so incidental, but the man she'd eaten hadn't been the cause of her mood. Oh no, he'd just been an easy target.]}

I got carried away but it's his own fault. He knew the dangerous game he was playing.

[mollymocked]

Fair enough. Kinky people really need to learn how to be smart about it. So many pointless deaths because of improper care. [And that's where he's leaving that. It was a kink thing. That's all. He gets it.]

So what's the problem? [He places a hand on his chest.] And remember most people wouldn't be this calm about a girl holding a femur, but I'm not most people. I note things... I don't often comment on them. That part's your business. Sympathy, however, has no ulterior motive.

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_{[What was the problem indeed...just how exactly should she word it?]}

JJ and Eggsy went back to sleep.

_{[Not that she expects Molly to know who they are, but the way she says their names is evidence enough of their importance to her.]}

I'm upset about it...and I'm upset because JJ never met with me again after he saw what I'm really like, what I'm capable of.

_{[Indiscriminate slaughter, that is.]}

I don't know why I've bothered to give humans a chance when they just die or go back to sleep or leave me alone when they realize I'm not as human as they wanted me to be.

[mollymocked]

[No, he doesn't know who those people are, but he recognizes the emotional significance. If Caleb and Nott vanished, he'd been in a piss-poor mood too, and he had some people here he was trying to build relationships with so he wasn't alone, but they weren't the Nein. The people who actually replaced his original family and became his new family. Left to his own devices, he'd be in a poor state.

Not an "eating people" poor state, but there'd definitely be a Blood Hunter harboring an animal bloodlust stalking the woods. He can sympathize and it does soften his features, but he doesn't say that.]

Meaning he did see you holding a femur and made a stink about it. [Or probably worse, but let's go with that.] In my experience, people really don't like what doesn't fit in a neat little box. Not just humans, either.

[Racism abounds in all places in all forms.] I get shit from all kinds, myself, but you can't paint people with the same brush just because some are awful or have extremely inconvenient timing.

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He saw me slaughter a whole bunch of people.

_{[She doesn't exactly seem to have much of a problem painting herself in a less than positive light, if only because right now she could care less what Molly thinks of her. It's like what Takasugi had been telling her all along - if people couldn't handle her unpleasantries then they had no right to be someone she wasted her time caring about.]}

It hadn't even been my fault that time. He was lucky to make it out alive himself.

_{[Whatever. She gives her lips a small lick. They're beginning to stick and feel tacky thanks to the blood coating them.]}

Humans are the worst.

[mollymocked]

That's fair.

[Flatly, and without passion. It sounds terrible, but he's friends with a goblin and Caleb who clearly has some baggage. It's... not comfortable, and he feels like it's now his personal goal to make sure she only eats awful people, but that's as far as it'll go. He thinks he's always right in productive ways.]

This might be a personal question, but why wasn't it your fault?

[Because that is... a wildcard he'd like to know more about. And keeps the focus on other things, like you know... the fact that she's licking her lips like that. He's not anxious, but he is Keenly Aware that his hand was bleeding from when he activated Summer's Dance earlier. Always nice to be aware of these things.]

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The dragon made me unable to think straight.

_{[Not...that she hasn't slaughtered a bunch of people before in the past, but this time it was different. They hadn't wronged her. There hadn't been a personal grudge or reason for her rage this time around.]}

It made me angry...so very, very angry...so those who ended up in my way unfortunately were ended.

_{[Quite literally.]}

[mollymocked]

[He remembers how the dragon made him feel- frozen as it was- back on the station and then again when he first arrived in Olympia. It had boiled his blood and tapped into something primal that he didn't like. He'd bolted at the first opportunity, but many of these people had been stuck under its influence with nowhere to go.]

That thing... Is unnatural in a way that is far, far different from the normal kind of unnatural things like that are. I'm not surprised it was fucking people up. It's hard to imagine anyone holding you accountable in that situation. I mean- and with all respect- you still did it, but that's clearly not something you just do.

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_{[It may not be something she does without reason, but she can't deny that she hasn't killed many, many people the way she had that day in the past. She has. The only difference is that those back then deserved it - the time with the dragon...people were just unlucky.]}

It doesn't matter. Monstrous things are done by monsters, as far as some are concerned.

_{[The fact she's got a chewed bone in her hand doesn't exactly help refute her comment either...]}

[mollymocked]

[Molly's about to say something, looks down at the bone, and then decides against it.] There's probably worse things to be. You could be an arsehole who exploits decent folk. I'm not going to say eating people isn't... awful, but people have to eat.

[....] But, and this is for personal reference, can you eat other things?

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_{[There are definitely worse things to be, that's for sure. Diva may be awful in certain ways, but at her core she's just trying to live her best life. At least Molly seems to...get that.]}

I can eat other things, yes. I love eating.

_{[She's quite the glutton, after all. She sort of demolished her birthday cake.]}

[mollymocked]

Who doesn't? [He pushes off the tree.] So this is what we're gonna do, darling. You're gonna throw that bone into the jungle where it can be claimed by predators, and I'm gonna take you somewhere that has a much more socially appropriate balm for a broken heart. And possibly doughnuts to get the taste of dead pervert out of your mouth, because that is... that is a thing that happened. And we're moving past it.

[Look, he's being really nice about it. That doesn't mean it's not something that makes him really wonder what his life is right now.]

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<sub>[It's not like the guy tasted all that awful, but the mention of doughnuts has her immediately whipping the bone far behind her back into the trees. There's the faint smack of it hitting a trunk off in the distance, but she pays it no mind. Her attention is on the reward he's offered her.

Yes, she really is that easy. One of her sticky hands finds his, giving it a squeeze.]</sub>

Okay Molly.