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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !status: open,
- allenby beardsley,
- azula,
- barbara wright,
- beastboy,
- cedric diggory,
- clef,
- diana ladris,
- elisa maza,
- faiza hussain,
- goliath,
- hana asakura,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hououji fuu,
- howard bassem,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jinx,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kaya,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- mordin solus,
- morgan knight,
- n'tho 'sraom,
- nightwing,
- orc,
- ranulf,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- sandy marko,
- sarah kerrigan,
- sensor,
- simon,
- sirius black,
- stature,
- the tenth doctor,
- tim drake/red robin,
- zuko
Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]
Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
Re: REACTIONS
This was Orc and Howard. And something horrible was about to happen to them.
Diana felt sick. Physically sick. She thought the ship was safe. True, the missions and invasions, the hostile take overs were dangerous, but surely the ship itself would seek out to hurt her? Her inbuilt distrust of the world around her had only just begun to lower, against her own judgement, against her refusal to be betrayed in anyway again, she’d placed hope, the smallest piece of hope into the ship. And it was literally going to beat it out of her in the form of Howard’s punishment.
It was always there. The fear. She couldn’t escape it. She’d been foolish to try and pull the wool over her own eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d been doing it. Or perhaps she’d stopped herself from realizing? Tried to hide a weakness of fear by refusing to acknowledge it? Pretending she could let it go?
For once, Diana didn’t know what to think. All she felt was the fear. Maybe that’s why she gave a small jump when Jinx spoke to her and snapped her gaze to the other teen, glad to have a reason to tear her eyes away from the two.
Re: REACTIONS
"Are you...sure you wanna be here for this?" She didn't know just how much history Diana and the boys had. Diana hadn't spoken much...at all really about her past. But if Jinx could spare her any pain or fear she would.
And in that thought Jinx had another moment of realization to remind her that she was changing. No longer the somewhat cruel manipulative villain she had once been. Was it Diana who was responsible? Hana? The ship?
Re: REACTIONS
Pro gave a solemn crow and lowered his head, dithering against the crook of Diana’s neck.
But even with that cold dismissal, Diana was unable to keep her wall from shaking. The ice in her eyes shattered under the pressing weight of her fear and cold dread had covered her face.
Re: REACTIONS
She had seen a few demonstrations like this in prison. Nothing to this extent but the guards and the big dog prisoners liked to put on a show every once in awhile to strike the fear of god in the hearts of newbies.
Jinx knew this was worse though. This was god herself via Stacy lashing out with cold uncaring unflinching judgment. Whatever was coming if it was causing this much trouble...Jinx doubted either of the boys would be walking away from it.
She wasn't even sure if Diana would be.
A deep breath, holding it for a count of ten and letting it out slowly, offering a hand to hold in a very casual subtle way. With the commotion spreading, odds are no one would notice.
Re: REACTIONS
She let their knuckles brush first, pressing the back of their hands together.
Diana wasn't sure what her feelings on Jinx being there were, and she had something much more important infront of her to focus on, did she have time to be thinking about this? She certainly had no intention in letting the other girl see her in a state of weakness, and yet that was the price to pay to have at least some support. Could she face this alone? Most likely, but did she want to? No. Not if she didn’t have to.
As time passed and the tension only pushed itself closer and closer to unbearable, Diana hooked her fingers around Jinx’s, slowly pulling her hand closer until the two joined together.
Re: REACTIONS
She didn't smile, she didn't blush. Now really wasn't the time to think about what they may or may not have. She just gave the hand a gentle, secure squeeze.
Whatever happened, she was sure of one thing. If she could support this mysterious girl who constantly kept her guessing, she wouldn't regret standing by her side.