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But In All Chaos, There Is Calculation [Closed]
WHO| Venus and Mouse, Venus and Jean and Kankri
WHERE| Anywhere in the museum
WHEN| Towards the end of week 3
WHAT| Venus tries to accelerate the end of the Arena by killing off strangers.
WARNINGS| Death, mental illness (dissociative), some description of gore
Venus doesn't have time to feel alone. Or rather, she has all the time in the world, but she's moving too slowly to hold on to the back of such a powerful emotion. Time sprawls out in languid hours tucked into the minutes before her. Everything is slow motion, especially her.
She's well-aware she looks like a monster from a horror movie now. The slash across her face is blood-crusted, purple and pink with unhealed gore. Her limp is impossible to hide, but the worst part is how disconnected she is. When she looks in the mirror, it's as if she's inside herself behind glass. There's a deadness in her eyes of someone not quite attached to the mortal plane at the moment.
The waterways of her mind whip and twist through rapids and eddies, pool in swamps and mires, plunges over waterfalls she never reaches the bottoms of. Knowing she isn't okay isn't enough to pull her back to the surface.
But she's aware that the only way to get her medicine is to kill for it, and she knows the only way to keep Kankri safe is to guide him. It's with the twin aims of murder and rescue that she ventures deep into the organs of the museum, dressed in hot pink sweatpants from the giftshop and a sweater with the her own name emblazoned over the front. She'd have to be dead to forget how to brand herself.
She thinks she agonizes more over the act of killing now that she's sick than she ever did while stable. The knife is heavy in her hand. Kankri's absence is a void at her side. She only wants to push past her bodily constraints long enough to ensure a victory for someone worthwhile, and then she can figure it out from there.
WHERE| Anywhere in the museum
WHEN| Towards the end of week 3
WHAT| Venus tries to accelerate the end of the Arena by killing off strangers.
WARNINGS| Death, mental illness (dissociative), some description of gore
Venus doesn't have time to feel alone. Or rather, she has all the time in the world, but she's moving too slowly to hold on to the back of such a powerful emotion. Time sprawls out in languid hours tucked into the minutes before her. Everything is slow motion, especially her.
She's well-aware she looks like a monster from a horror movie now. The slash across her face is blood-crusted, purple and pink with unhealed gore. Her limp is impossible to hide, but the worst part is how disconnected she is. When she looks in the mirror, it's as if she's inside herself behind glass. There's a deadness in her eyes of someone not quite attached to the mortal plane at the moment.
The waterways of her mind whip and twist through rapids and eddies, pool in swamps and mires, plunges over waterfalls she never reaches the bottoms of. Knowing she isn't okay isn't enough to pull her back to the surface.
But she's aware that the only way to get her medicine is to kill for it, and she knows the only way to keep Kankri safe is to guide him. It's with the twin aims of murder and rescue that she ventures deep into the organs of the museum, dressed in hot pink sweatpants from the giftshop and a sweater with the her own name emblazoned over the front. She'd have to be dead to forget how to brand herself.
She thinks she agonizes more over the act of killing now that she's sick than she ever did while stable. The knife is heavy in her hand. Kankri's absence is a void at her side. She only wants to push past her bodily constraints long enough to ensure a victory for someone worthwhile, and then she can figure it out from there.
KEVIN AND KANKRI
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With a sigh, he tucks himself into a stairwell out of sight so he can rest a few minutes. He fumbles out a water bottle and sips from it sparingly.
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Sure, he's got a few lumps and bumps, but that's life, isn't it? He's cheerful as can be as he rounds the corner into the stairwell, humming a chipper little tune to himself and swinging his katar merrily back and forth -
And then he stops, spotting someone crouched nearby.
He blinks, familiarity registering at the sight of the horns, the gray skin.
Honey and butterflies lilt on his tone when he calls out. "Hello! I think I've seen you, right? I didn't get to say hello last time!"
Without hesitation, he's approaching, ambling at a slow, easy pace.
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"S-stay away," he says frantically. He has to make it to the door. If he can just make it out onto the floor he can escape. "Don't come any clos-ah!"
He trips on a step and falls back across the stairs.
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"Are you okay?"
He's padding up the stairs, leaning forward a little, oh so concerned....
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"Please," he says, "just leave me alone. I don't want to hurt anyone, or be hurt, or any of that."
Kankri knows it's unlikely that Kevin will listen, of course. He knows it's unlikely anyone would. But it's still the first thing he can think of to do in this moment, is try to talk it out. He swings out the crowbar a couple times in a warding-off gesture, but the movement is weak and clumsy, and he's obviously not used to it.
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Kevin just keeps coming closer, completely ignoring the crowbar initially but stopping just beyond hitting distance. "Gosh, why do you think I'm going to hurt you? And you definitely don't have to hurt me!"
Does he really not understand the point of all this?
Or is it a ploy?
His eyes are impossible to read.
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He tries again to get up, this time glancing down to be more sure of his footing.
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It's steadily becoming clear that this guy isn't much for being friendly right now - and if he isn't going to be friendly, NOR does he want to play, then that's counterproductive to the task they have all been given.
And that won't do.
"Well, I am sorry about that," Kevin chuckles, tone suddenly businesslike. His grip on the katar shifts and so does his footing. Offense.
"But I've got a job to do here, just like you do. And if you won't do it...I guess it's up to me."
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"Ah ah ah! No quitting early!" His voice was a bright chirp as he yanked on the hair, pulling back, down the stairs, away from the door....
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"Get- off of me!" he yells, his voice cracking from his utter terror.
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Unfortunately for the troll, he was also now blocking the door, regaining his bearings and broadening his grin.
"Isn't this fun?"
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He crouches much like a cornered animal, watching Kevin closely, hoping beyond hope that he'll leave some kind of opening for Kankri to escape.
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With only a moment to gather himself, Kevin actually jumps up into the air, coming down in a wild, animal pounce with his katar aimed downward to stab -
Reckless. Easily sidestepped, but...not a lot of concern for his own well-being, either.
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Kankri cries out in pain again, slashing at Kevin's hand with his claws - normally he keeps them filed down, but he hasn't had a chance to in weeks - and trying to get him to let go of the dagger lodged firmly in his side.
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She slams into Kevin with force she can only muster because she isn't worried about her own footing. There's a slapping thump noise as their bodies collide, and then grunts and thuds as they both tumble down the stairs to the next landing, where Venus, at least, lies on her side trying to pull air into her caved-in chest.
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And then those gasps turn short.
And then they turn into laughter. Short, frantic giggles.
His voice comes out in a high croak.
"Oh...! H...i, Venus...! Gee, that was...nngh...fun...."
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Still, with both of them tumbling down the stairs, that gives him time to scramble back and up the stairs again, pressing a hand to his wound and gasping for breath.
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She sees a spray of red blood on the stairs and prays it's hers.
"Kankri-" she manages, although she doesn't want to tell him to meet her somewhere in case Kevin follows them. Then the effort of talking and moving at the same time is too much, and she makes it out the stairwell door, slamming it behind her.
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Well, would madness be surprising? Such a fine line between madness and happiness, really.
Venus is gone in a flash, and now he's just staring up at Kankri...grinning, grinning, grinning.