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CASH ME OUSSIDE
CHARACTERS: Seviilia and YOU
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: DAY 005 and Onward
SUMMARY: Downtime related things! Feel free to hit me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WARNINGS: None...yet.
CARDS AGAINST THE LIVING
WHATCHA LOOKIN' AT?
WILDCARD
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: DAY 005 and Onward
SUMMARY: Downtime related things! Feel free to hit me at
WARNINGS: None...yet.
CARDS AGAINST THE LIVING
[Most of the recreational wing had been lost on Seviilia. Many of the games and other assorted means of entertainment were entirely foreign to her, and she was too proud to bother seeking out instructions on how to play things properly. Exploring was enough to keep her mind off other things she was meant to be doing -- things she couldn't be doing while surrounded by the Nest.
She's dressed in half of her armory today -- the strong shoulder-pieces and arm-guards have been abandoned, leaving her her heavy armored dress and boots beneath. In spite of how it drags, she seems comfortable enough. Maybe it just comes with the territory of being undead.
The deck of cards was less vexing -- she'd seen enough games in bars to understand their general function, even if she didn't possess knowledge of how to play anything other than fantasy poker (and most her knowledge on that was purely based on intimidation and no real knowledge on how to actually play). At any given point in the evening, she can be found stacking them in a pyramid on a table. In fact, she gets rather intricate with her sculptures -- not anything particularly artistic, just simple structures that hint at her mechanical attempts to keep herself occupied, rather than an attempt to express herself in art.
Maybe you're interested in helping. Maybe you want to interrupt. Maybe you want to knock it down -- but that's a very bad idea.]
WHATCHA LOOKIN' AT?
[Seviilia's quarters are most unlike the rest of the station's living spaces. After a few days of having to adapt to its host, a small condensed fog seems to leak out of the front of it -- not exactly inviting, as the temperature drops noticeably the closer someone gets. The temperature difference means she spends a lot of time inside, and she can be found there at almost any given moment of any day.
The recreation room might have vexed her for the most part, but books were familiar to anyone, particularly the physical kind -- the digital was left behind for more technologically advanced users. Finding a book that she was able to read was challenging and frustrating -- even English, which seemed to be the closest thing to Common she could find managed to vex her. Perhaps that's why she has hardly progressed through what appears to be a fantasy romance novel. Her fluency in Common was not all that strong to begin with, and it was fortunate enough that the symbiote allowed her to adapt as much as she had. It was its presence as much as her stubborn force of will that kept her going.
She lounges on the only furniture in the room in a temperature that few would find comfortable -- its easily approaching below freezing. Seviilia herself wears a loose white shirt worn through in several areas to leave the glowing blue rune circuit on her skin in plain sight, joined by a pair of dark blue slacks in similar condition.
Any time a lifeform lingers near the doorway, she can be counted on to lower her reading material to address them.]
Sinu a'manore.
[Well met. The meaning comes across, even if her words might have sounded strange to hear at first. Her voice echoes in a manner that is most unwelcoming, but given the fact that she rests the book down in favor of standing to invite her guest in, she's not entirely opposed to company.]
WILDCARD
[ooc: As always, feel free to set something up yourself!]
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[Perhaps the discussion of necromancy wasn't the best one to have while stacking cards. However, there would be a need for them to understand some time if she didn't want to surprise them in the middle of a mission.
Better now than never.]
In any case, I was killed and returned to life several years ago.
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[In all forms. It was really hard to avoid.]
[She's so different from all those movies though -- it's easier to accept than he thought it would be. Unless she suddenly decided to eat his face off or something.]
... I'm sorry. [And then he holds up his hands.] And I say that, because, I'll be honest, I have no idea what else to say to that.
[Except that after everything he's seen? It's less bizarre than it would be if she'd met him months ago.]
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That is the most common response.
[She pauses in her card stacking, as it has finally gotten too tall for her to reach comfortably.]
It is done. My service will end when my body deems it time, and there is nothing more to be done for it. I have nothing to pine for, so there is no cause for pity.
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[He won't. That's a joke. He's just got this deadpan sense of humor.]
Well. It's a good thing to have a good attitude about this kind of thing. You beat me there.
[As he reaches up to carefully stack one more on top. Stretching.]
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[She steps back a few paces, rounding the table at a bit of a distance to instead watch Shiro's method and masterpiece. For how casual their activities are, she is oddly at attention.]
Consider yourself fortunate, in that respect.
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[He's trying here man work with him!!!]
[He smiles a little, in apology for the bad word choice. But steps back to admire the card tower.]
I'll take your word for it. There's... magic where I'm from. But I'm pretty sure it can't bring people back from the dead.
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Oh? What sort of magic?
[Here, she sounds genuinely interested, even as she turns back to compare their two towers.]
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[Or more, given... everything the Galra were apparently capable of doing. All the hazy memories of dark figures and chanting. Of twisting energies. The clearer ones of the monsters they made.]
It has to do with life force, as far as I know.
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[--or maybe she would, a thought later. If "life force" had anything to do with the Light, then she wanted no part of it. But few things seemed to carry between worlds, so she has no reason to imagine this would be any different.]
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[Just aliens. For good or for ill, depending on which side they were on. Technology is about as good as he can offer.]