Fragile

Jak. I did not kill your comrade.

I am however, responsible for the fall of another. His death was a discussion that rapidly dissolved into an arguement. I did not intend to kill him. There were hostile actions from both sides, but it was his hands around my throat and my being unable to react otherwise that drew it to an end.

While not my intention, I am still responsible. This I do not deny.

Regardless of this, I must add. Should harm come to a friend of mine again, I will not hesitate to defend them. Consider this a second warning, Tony.

Everyone else, if you've a question, now is the time to ask it.

[She makes no mention of the smell, the breasts on the walls, the arms that reach for her, the lack of sleep, the heat or the fact that she's refusing to eat or drink what's provided, for now at least.]


(ooc: I really wanted to finish this with "I AM BATMAN" or "I AM TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT!!" but YEAH.)

[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her. 

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]


(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

[Vie is on the top deck, perched on a ledge a little ways off the ground and looking rather relaxed to be there. Her eyes are on the sky, watching the now normal stars. Beside her is a bottle of liquor, opened and partially consumed. She's not drunk... yet, but she's on her way to being that bit more open than usual.

When the audio feed starts, it's catching her out mid song. The words are foreign, the song a tune from her homeworld. Her voice is soft, but clear and the tune a little melancholy. She trails off, lost in thought and then, Vie speaks.]

A question, fellow passengers. What do you miss the most about home?

[Everything that happened before her arrival is finally catching up on her. Vie clicks off the comm.]