[ overflow ] i'll wake myself up from this slumber

[morns]

🧙 WHO: Kate & Various
⚔️️ WHAT: Overflow posting for the Masquerade event
🕒 WHEN: Last month
🗺️ WHERE: at the masquerade / loch manor
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A


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yusuke.

[morns]

You one of those people who fasts before a buffet?

( she knew people like that in school. better not to eat if we're going out later! i wanna get drunk for cheap!

it always seemed a bit stupid, even then. )

ann.

[morns]

( well, she's gonna take your word for it, Ann, because there's not exactly any other options. luring something awful into a disadvantageous position isn't an unfamiliar task, not by a long shot, and she seems to breathe a sigh of relief as the barricaded door crashes open just as she turns into the kitchen.

good. that means it'll follow her. )

Great. ( she's just going to yank one of those knives from the knife block, sending it flying into her hand. that's already better, because what cruel irony decided to drag her into this place without her gun?

well, that's a problem she can't fix right now, so it needs to be shelved. stowed away until after they're done dealing with this bullshit. which means she's just going to press herself against the wall where the door is, out of immediate sight as the thuds of steps hurry closer. )

Ready?

Re: ann.

[confectionerie]

[ Likewise, Ann grabs a knife in one hand, and grips a heavy iron pot in the other. One for stabbing, and one for batting away...appendages. That monster sure had some gross appendages. She isn't sure if it has any bones to break, but they may soon find out. ]

Ready.

[ Flattening herself on the opposite side of the door, mere moments later the monster thuds heavily into the room, bringing with it a horrid stench of death and decay. It's all Ann can do not to gag, but her reflexes are sharp enough that as soon as she's able, and before the monster spots either of them, she slashes the knife right across one of its heels.

The beast roars an ear-splitting sound as dark blood stains the floor, and it begins to thrash in anger. ]

[morns]

( just once she'd like to fight something that doesn't smell like the worst parts of the world. something that doesn't smell like chemical waste, unwashed socks or dead people. is that really so much to ask for?

apparently it is. but she's impressed by the young woman's reflexes, how easily she gets that hit in and how it leaves a nice opening for Kate to yank a toaster from the kitchen counter and smash it into the front of that leg while she jumps back and away from wild arms with a soft grunt.

it's satisfying to see the beast wobble and lose balance, and just one more hit should knock it on its ass, if they can manage to get past those limbs. )

akira.

[morns]

( something like that. she can think of a few powers from home that would allow this to happen, but realising it has anything to do with her very open mask is still a few steps off.

unfortunately, because that's the case, it means that even that simple declaration is enough to keep her talking. )

Thanks. Know enough people who keep wanting to know things. It's annoying.

( for one... )

Boss does it. ( cough, let her clear her throat for this impression, because Rosenberg's very proper, RP accent is a million miles from her own. ) Galloway, you should relax. Trusting people is an important part of our work.

( tch. that's bullshit anyway. the only person she works with is Ainsworth and he knows her well enough already. )

[fooligans]

[ It looks like the questions really aren't necessary. ]

It's always better when someone just speaks freely. [ The irony of this sentence. ] You at least got the relaxing part right.

[ Tonight, at least. Thanks, mask. ]

It's hard to trust people sometimes, though.

[ Akira says it without thinking much and he certainly does not realize that it might prompt Kate to talk even more. ]

[morns]

( it's better when those people aren't them. (': petition to just require every other person to do all the talking in all conversations while she just nods, thank you.

unfortunately, that is fully off the menu tonight, and she is not going to enjoy the realisations of just how much stuff was spilled after the fact. ) Tch. It's overrated. ( trusting people, that is. ) Putting yourself in someone else's hands just gets you hurt when they benefit from it.

( she swirls the remaining liquid in her glass idly, watching it swish against the edges as she speaks. ) Never expect anyone to take a bullet for you, aye?

( because many people won't. )

[fooligans]

[ His thoughts wander to the engine room immediately but he shakes them off fairly quick. There's no point in bringing that up now, all things considered. Trying to prove that trusting people might be worth it isn't for here or now. Might being the keyword, though. ].

So you wouldn't take a bullet for anyone? And you think no one would do that for you, right?

[ Akira mulls it over for a while before murmuring, his eyes looking away: ]

Being betrayed is the worst feeling.

[ Remember when this was a fun party. ]

chris.

[morns]

( good. that works just fine for her. she can practice her kinetic magic a bit more and pretend that she doesn't have to sense anything ever again, right?

(sure). )

This way.

( admittedly, she has no idea where she's going, but given the size of the grounds, she's not sure that matters much. they just need an open space and this mansion seems to provide plenty of it. )

[trustheart]

[Chris follows quietly, with some growing apprehension. She just realized she didn't bring her bow, which is going to put her at a disadvantage.

Oh well. She'll make due... somehow.]

[morns]

( it's alright. they're just practicing, and when they come to a halt, Kate turns to inspect the girl a second first. )

So, let's see what you can do. What element you working with?

( no point jumping into practice without figuring that out. )

[trustheart]

[Chris blinks, before summoning a fireball in one hand and swirl of cold air in the other.]

I mean, elemental means I got all of 'em? But I can just stick to fire for this if you want.

li min.

[morns]

( her fingers twitch as she watches the blood trickle out, parts of the magic explanations coming to the surface of her mind as she watches.

they're alike in that department, huh? she supposes it's an option, but the ache in her mind, the thundering of a myriad heartbeats, is still a fresh burn, leaving her wary of this whole new gift.

(shame it didn't exactly come with a receipt.) )

Feel like refinin' things. ( sure, she's feeling pretty confident about her kinetic magic nowadays, but there's still places it could be better. stronger. and she doesn't have to dip into that magic which opened her senses up to every single living thing here. )

[kiss_it_better]

[He nodded.]

Always a worthwhile endeavour.

[He means it too. If his own magic hadn't been healing magic he may have wanted to master it more before starting with a new type of magic. As it is though, he'll have to work on both simultaneously.]

What sort of magic do you have?

[morns]

Kinetic. ( not like there's going to be real opportunities for running around this place, even with the size of it, but some advanced telekinesis wouldn't be bad.

shame they got tired of giving her good stuff and decided to plunge her back into shit she was finally getting used to being gone. )

What d'you think about this magic shit anyway?

( hissed rather than spoken as they creep closer to where she sensed something. just in case. )

[kiss_it_better]

It's useful...but also a little strange. Magic wasn't something that existed where I'm from.

[But he'd been grateful to have healing magic for what he's been able to do for Gu Yun with it so far...even if it didn't feel like much.]

What about you?

cecelia.

[morns]

( so much concern about people's impressions of her. Kate does not have that same problem, mostly because it's impossible to hide that much walking disaster. )

And why's that a problem? These people don't matter.

( she leans in towards Cecelia as she speaks, almost a challenge to explain what is so important about keeping her reputation up in front of a bunch of random people she'll likely never see again. )

[sighsheavily]

Are you so certain?

[the typically more-guarded Cecelia leans in a bit as well, more open to conspiracy and gossip for Reasons.]

Tell me, how often do you attend royally-sanctioned events with nobility in attendance?

[morns]

( gossip, or at least a little friendly taunting. )

It count if they drop in as a morale boost?

( because that was a whole thing when she was in the army. )

[sighsheavily]

Dear girl, it counts if even their staff are here for even a moment to listen in. [she waves her fork as one would giving dictation.] Within and around the confines of nobility, all actions must be assumed under scrutiny. It's a poorly built or far-too-new monarchy or what-have if not!

caster.

[morns]

Who does?

( Kate certainly doesn't. she'd feel much more comfortable in jeans or leggings than all dolled up like this, and that's seemed to be the case for most people she's known, except... )

Only person I know who dresses up is my brother. Man can't live without his shirts.

( blink.

where did that come from? sure, Marc crossed her mind, but why did she feel the need to say it? )

[colchismagecraft]

Your brother, hm? I didn't know you had a sibling.

[Well, she was curious all the same! It didn't seem too out of place a comment, so it didn't strike her as odd immediately.]

[morns]

( ah, there's that little ache, just reminding her why she doesn't talk about him. because if she talks about him, she has to think about the fact that they're not here together, that he's stuck frozen in time or whatever, depending on her and the other people here to save their world.

she has to think about the fact that Ainsworth's in the same position. that she's alone.

and yet, when Caster speaks, Kate finds herself almost compelled to answer. )

Mm. Couple months younger than me. He's a detective. Should have gone into a better job but he insisted—

( eyeroll. brothers never listen, do they? )

[colchismagecraft]

...Brothers are always stubborn, aren't they? And insist they know what's best, no matter what.

[A sad smile came into her own face at that. She did miss her own brother.]

kasuga.

[morns]

( it turned into sticky butterflies?

wait... )

You saying you cursed me?

( her eye twitches. come on, like last month wasn't enough. )