March's Heart

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[zuieg]

[Luckily I don't know them that well yet so I don't care either!

... Except for like Lark and Bunny maybe?

Point is she is going to keep on keeping on also.]

[remarch]

[There are gaps in the floor, rusted away patches of metal leading down into endless black. But there’s a path through... if you don’t like walking on the corpses that have been wedged to cover the gap.

There’s one of every team that’s being killed in front of him.

Multiple instances of Xerxes: The support beam.

Besides the dripping of blood into the void, and the vague scent of burning, echoes continue.]

[worlddomination]

Gotta love the mood, huh. It's just so welcoming!

[if it's step on corpses or fall into pit, that is a pretty easy choice. might step gingerly (in case of zombie) and will avoid most shells but otherwise stomping away]

[zuieg]

It's better than a hospital! So I don't mind this too much...

[Meanwhile, stepping on them without any real regard for who they used to be. They're just dead bodies now who the fuck cares.]

[remarch]

[There’s a pitch black room ahead. The echoes of ‘music’ go dead, leaving empty silence.]

[worlddomination]

[sure is dark in there...]

Welp...

[going on in]

[zuieg]

[What could possibly go wrong?

A lot of things.

But oh well. FOLLOWING MINT.]

[worlddomination]

[it is really dark.

dark and quiet and still for one beat; two.

and then, maybe you hear the rustle of cloth or even that cartoony 'shing' of metal whipping through air as a sharpened metal ring goes lunging towards your face...]

[zuieg]

[UM

She is still not the best dodger but she is expecting to be attacked at any moment by this point, so she falls back, stumbling a little.]

-- Hey!

[worlddomination]

[No response. No--another heartbeat, then another chakram swipe, going for body blows this time.]

[zuieg]

[Falling back again, more quickly and without stumbling -- think Lynx think -- and suddenly rushing in as fast as she possibly can, arms outstretched in an embracing gesture, trying to get her in a hug where it's hard to use her chakrams.

Or tackle/floor her. Whichever happens first.]

[worlddomination]

[knocking her down in a tackle, then! She is still for a long moment before attempting to wriggle free, trying to beat or claw at Lynx despite the awkward angle]

[zuieg]

[But what if she tries to kiss her tho

That's how this works, right?]

[worlddomination]

[okay sure this still counts as fighting probably. same amount of groping anyway]

[zuieg]

[Less cutting up though! Which is good. This kind of fighting she can handle but she breaks it off eventually.]

-- Are you back to normal yet or should I use tongue?

[worlddomination]

[yes]

[to the latter]

[don't worry, I'm on it]

[zuieg]

[Ok cool, making out until you are unberserked or whatever the fuck is going on here

BABY YOU NEVER TALK TO HER ANYMORE!!!!]

[worlddomination]

[it's not quite romantic; her movements are almost unnaturally stiff, her eyes dull. but it's intense, definitely intense. a woman with a mission, one might say. a mission that seems to currently involve bypassing clothing if not removing it altogether]

[zuieg]

[... Well. This is still better than getting killed.

By like.

A lot? In general pretty great, if sort of worrying taking the dull eyes and stiff movements into consideration -- Lynx is smart, sometimes. It's less like Mint's into this and more like she's just switched between two modes or objectives.

But it's still preferable to being killed, so Lynx goes along with it and gropes with both her hands and her tongue and we will probably have to FTB if she doesn't snap out of it soon because Jesus.]

[worlddomination]

[either way, barring interruption, some sort of death is the goal here

she is doing this

she is making it happen]

[zuieg]

[And then we banged in March's trauma room.

Literally, not like. A metaphor or a euphemism for his incredibly awkward and unfortunate childhood or anything.]

[remarch]

[-When you wake up from the dark, you have a sense of absolute familiarity and a loss that hollows you out, that tears out your heart. That leaves only a gaping, agonizing hole in your chest. Someone has been inside you, mocked and dismissed everything that makes you you and reduced you to a mindless tool to use.

And that’s all you remember.]

[worlddomination]

[--sitting up wild-eyed and ramrod-straight, feeling awful and empty and...sticky...]

!

[zuieg]

-- Do you feel better yet?

[worlddomination]

[oh

I]

...

[...turning to the side to retch]