CASH ME OUSSIDE

[miscreant]

CHARACTERS: Seviilia and YOU
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: DAY 005 and Onward
SUMMARY: Downtime related things! Feel free to hit me at stabs if you want something specific
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!]

Comments

[erbier]

My symbiote's ability requires it.

[ She answers simply, meeting the Death Knight's gaze dispassionately. ]

[miscreant]

Requires? What does your ability do?

[How strange. Then again, she had yet to figure out what her "ability" was or did for her, and she wasn't in much of a hurry to discover. She can't deny that its all rather fascinating to behold.]

[erbier]

I inflict fear, and I have many memories with which to draw from.

[ One day, perhaps, she will not have to use herself as a catalyst, but for now she has plenty enough suffering to feed in to her symbiote, to spread out into the air like a spore. ]

[miscreant]

Fascinating.

[And she sounds genuinely intrigued this time, maybe even a bit hungry.]

It does not taste as blood does, but I imagine it will do in times of great need.

[The skulls and spikes on her armor are just for show -- for fear's purpose.]

[erbier]

Then I hope you will come to me, when you are in need. I would prefer it to be me.

[ Over their weak ones, those unprepared. ]

[miscreant]

Because you believe you are more capable of enduring. Very well -- I have no problem indulging you.

[Seviilia unfolds her arms to sit back on her cot.]

You will know when it comes -- you will not be able to ignore it.

[erbier]

[ A faint sigh, feeling somewhat more humored than indulged. ]

I suppose it would not be outlandish to think the others would serve you better, because of their naivety.

[miscreant]

Come now, I may be an abomination to all that is living, but an easily broken soul is hardly sustainable. Just because the meal comes easy means nothing if the meal is only a pastry.

[She spreads both hands and shrugs simply.]

Those years are long behind me.

[erbier]

[ She flushes slightly, uncomfortable. She doesn't particular like this extended metaphor as to the death knight's hunger and its satisfactions. It has an intimate quality, unavoidable in the discussion of emotions and souls, that makes Ilde's skin crawl slightly. Even in her attempts to accept the more monstrous among them... she struggles. She even rather liked Sevilia's powerful nature, but there is a part of her that knows this world would be a better place if that monster was cleansed from its surface. ]

It is your hunger to bear, I will trust you to know your own mind on it.

[ A rather long-winded and polite way of not arguing. ]