Emo Corner: Open for Business!

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ever since the last podpop, there seemed to be a new addition to the obs deck. Nearly once a day, a certain brunette could be found huddled on one of the meatcouches and staring sadly in the general direction that all new arrivals came from.

She didn't know why she was still clinging to this.

Ophelia had explored the ship a little, but a combination of overwhelming unfamiliarity and a nagging feeling always drew her back to the same place on the obs deck to wait. She knew Eddie wasn't here, because he would have made his presence known by now if he was. She hadn't seen anyone else she knew yet, either. From what she had gathered, though, she knew there was a good chance all of her loved ones (and Lita) were in those... pod things, like she had been, and the ship seemed to let them out erratically. She also knew that they came from that huge cavern to this huge room.

What she didn't know was how often the ship let them out. She was pretty sure it wasn't every day, or even every week, since it seemed like a big event to the people who were already awake. But maybe there were some stragglers? Maybe today there would be more?

Maybe she was fooling herself because she didn't want to consider the alternative.

((OOC NOTE: Hi there. I meant to post this forever ago, but RL happened. So this can be bendytimed to any time since the last podpop I guess. 8D))

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

Lord Zetta's mission to harass forge the inhabitants of the ship into an elite fighting force his own person ego-stroking squad knew no rest nor cessation! Uh, except for sleep time, but hey, that doesn't count. Even Overlords need their 40 winks.

But now was not sleep time. Now was badass freakin' Overlord time. (Technically, sleep time was also badass freakin' Overlord time, but it lacked a certain amount of... forceful assertion of the descriptor, let's say.

So a green-haired girl with a cheerfully vacant expression approached Ophelia, which wasn't the important part. The important part was the massive book she carried. Said book, or at least the face on the tome's cover, eyed Ophelia thoughtfully.

Something odd about this girl.

Not that there hadn't been something odd about every person on this hellhole of a ship, but this girl had an odd sort of odd. I'm making nouns out of adjectives, and not doing so in an awesome way, Zetta mused internally. That's no good.

Time to set the Overlord-o-meter to Awesome.

"I'm sure it's trite to say I've seen cheerier faces at funerals, but I've seen cheerier faces at funerals for people who were at a funeral when the corpse abruptly animated as the undead and started killing the relatives it felt hadn't been quite sincere enough in their grief," he said, by way of a hello. "And THAT led to a famine, through extremely unlikely means, so that's pretty damn uncheerful."

This is likely the most diplomatic greeting he's managed to give to anyone on the ship thus far.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ophelia was not entirely sure how to respond to a talking book. At least, she was pretty sure it was the book talking- that voice was not the sort that came out of small children.

"...You're a talking book." She said simply after a moment of registering that it was, in fact, a talking book.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

That touched something of a nerve. This is how it feels to be other people around you, Zetta. "Yeah, I'm a book. So what? I'm still the most badass freakin' Overlord in the entire cosmos!"

The book settled down a little, which wasn't really saying much. "I'm not ragging on you because you're a human, am I? Though at least you've got a little mana power to your name, which is more than can be said for most."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"An overlord?" Ophelia asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have an army?"

How did a book lead an army? That had to look extremely silly. She would have tried to picture it but what the book said next took her by surprise. "Power? How do you know I have- no, I don't." She shouldn't, anyway. Not anymore. That's what she kept telling herself.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Had an army. Not that I needed it," the book said. "I had a whole freakin' Netherworld. That's what being an Overlord means," Zetta continued in what for him was a downright pleasant tone. "Ruling a Netherworld. And I was the most badass freakin' Overlord of them all, till the damn Ohm messed with the Sacred Tome.

"And yeah, you have mana. More than a normal human anyway." Zetta couldn't even take her contradiction of him seriously enough to get indignant or angry. "Nothing compared to me, of course, but I'd guess you've killed a few 'worthy' foes in your time." Worthy for her, anyway! Zetta had run out of worthy foes centuries ago -- if any qualified in the first place! Hyaa ha ha ha ha! "So assuming you're a reasonably competent individual, what's with the 'my cute little puppy dog army is dead' look? Because believe me, cute little puppy dog armies may seem like a good idea, but throw one ball into the middle of them and they're at each others' throats."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"I have no army." Ophelia replied flatly. "Even if I did, none of them are here now."

She had to wonder how the book could figure out so much about her. Even if it was true she didn't have an army any longer, would it be able to tell that she did before? She wasn't very fond of that idea. Best to keep it vague. "I've... defeated a lot of opponents. What does that matter?"

[drowpaladin.livejournal.com]

It had been quite some time since Maydril had seen Ophelia--and it was doubtful that the half-drow had actually caught her name. That was something she could at least make amends to, perhaps.

Save the look on the other girl's face made her stop a bit short, as her own face fell.

"Oh, no. You did not find him, did you?" Nevermind she still wasn't entirely certain who the male Ophelia had searched for was, but...that didn't really matter now, did it?

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ophelia just shook her head. "But they said he's here. In those pods. He'll have to wake up soon, won't he?"

[drowpaladin.livejournal.com]

Maydril nodded, then. "Yes. He should be." So should Everry, she thought, biting her lower lip. She offered the girl a half-hearted smile.

"Well, the worst we can do is hope that the people we seek wake up together, correct? Though I am not sure I would wish anyone else here. It was difficult enough for me for the first couple of days..."

That...wasn't an outright lie, really, but it came close.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ophelia felt a pang of doubt. Was she selfish for wishing her friends were here? No, of course not. Eddie wouldn't feel out of place here, or anywhere. He'd know exactly what to do.

"If Eddie were here, he could fix all of this. It's what he does. Then we could go home." Perhaps her sense of scale was off, or it hadn't quite hit her how much of a threat the Ohm were. To Ophelia there was nothing bigger and more dangerous than the Coil, but if Ironheade could defeat them then nothing else stood a chance.

[drowpaladin.livejournal.com]

"Your Eddie must be a very powerful warrior, then." Compared to her brother Edgar, who was dorky in the manner that all little brothers must be to older siblings.

"You could speak to me of him, if you like, though that might make you feel worse. Alternately you could find good memories of him and it might give you strength. I am positive he would believe in you, after all."

May smiled, but it wasn't a teasing or sarcastic smile in the least. She felt that if it somehow made the other girl feel better, she'd listen to her talk about her Eddie all day.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"...He would." Ophelia nodded. "He always believed in me, even when no one else did."

May's invitation opened the flood gates. "Eddie came from another time, and even though he knew little of our people and the enemy we faced, he took up our fight like it was his own. Without him we would have forever lived as slaves, or on the run. He taught us so many things. He taught me so much."

While it did feel good to speak of him, Ophelia couldn't help but feel worse about her own situation. Eddie wouldn't even bat an eye at this monstrous ship and the mission it spoke of, but she could barely function. She hadn't learned much after all. "I only wish I could be half as strong as he is."

Emo meet Emo

[craaazyisland]

Steve had seen the girl hanging around the obs deck lately, sitting in a corner and looking awfully familiar.

Mostly because that used to be him sitting on the obs deck, looking totally lost and lonely. He turned to head on his way a couple of times, but kept on glancing back at her.

Finally, he vaguely sauntered over to her, still standing a few feet away.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, very hesitantly.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

She glanced over to acknowledge him, then looked back at the doors. "I'm fine." That was a lie, obviously.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean was softly singing some Judas Priest (Breaking the Law by the sound of it) as he wandered his way into the Obs Deck, idly wiping his hands of grease on a cloth.

He then took note of the sad if cute girl on the couch. Well he's gonna notice the cuteness even if he's got a cute girlfriend these days.

"Want some company? Take it Stacy just broke the news to you on what's going on?" She did look very new.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"That everything I know is gone? Sure. Of course." She replied, almost sardonically. "Do you know how this works? When will those pod things open again?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean just nodded at that, and flopped down on the couch by her.

"Yeah, and I've seen a few of them now. It's hard to tell. Sometimes after a few weeks, sometimes it's more like a month or two." He didn't ask why she was wondering. He knew. Same reason he was compelled to check each time. Who else from home, who else in his limited family remaining would show up?

"They're in there. They gotta be."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"A month..." Maybe longer. Ophelia wasn't sure she could handle being alone for that long. Her entire expression darkened. "And there's no other way to get them out?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean shook his head, "No, can't even get access there. I uh tried once."

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"You did?" Ophelia perked up ever so slightly. "How? What happened?"

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex wandered into the obs deck, keeping to the walls of the room as he passed bits of what appeared to be a tray from the cafeteria up to the little black rat on his shoulder.

He noticed a girl on the couch pretty quickly. Rather, he noticed the shadow, and then the girl. Somehow, he felt odd just taking it and running, after seeing her face, and how upset she looked. Even stranger was that he recognized the girl as Ophelia, a character from that rock-based RTS. He knew she had a dark side, but this girl here didn't look anything like the evil alter. It could actually be interesting to talk to her.

He walked to the girl, glad that the tier I shadows had stopped attacking him. He took a seat close enough to her so that her shadow was touching him, but that he wasn't touching her. He drew the shadow into himself, a sort of mental drinking through his pores. Within seconds, he had devoured it, sucessfully beating down the worry, the anxiety, and the fear.

He scooted away a bit awkwardly, passing another piece of tray up to Alice.

"S-so... Y-you lookin' for s-someone?"

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

Ophelia heard the visitor approaching but didn't acknowledge them at first, but when they sat down next to her, she suddenly felt like talking. It was almost like something heavy just lifted off her shoulders. She didn't pay it too much mind, since maybe she really did just need someone to talk to. "There's someone I know in those pod... things, down there. I guess I'm just trying to figure out if there's a way to get them out."

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex hung his head, "N-not without the sh-ship yellin' at ya, i-if then. B-but o-our f-famlies a-an' f-friends are in th-there, an' I've b-been t-told people s-seem ta c-come out 'r-round the same t-time." He smiled reassuringly at her, having tried both just heading down to the pods and hacking into Stacy, just to receive a warning.

[dared-to-love.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't make any sense." Ophelia mused aloud. "This ship wants us to fight a war, right? So why doesn't it just let them all out at once?"

It seemed like such an obvious solution if the ship needed an army. There had to be some other reason why... but she should think about that later and not ignore this kid. "Oh, sorry, thinking out loud."

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex shrugged and drew up his legs onto the meat couch. "I-it's o-okay... I d-dunno. I... I w-wish they did t-too. M-maybe then I c-could f-find M-Mikel a-and L-Loretta."

He looked up to Ophelia without quite making eye-contact and offered a kind, reassuring smile. "'T-'til then... M-maybe w-we sh-should t-try ta make n-new friends. B-be the k-kind of p-person our f-friends would want u-us ta b-be."