Fragile

 [Persons on or passing by Deck 12 might notice the Valei woman standing outside her room, the door wide open and a troubled look on her face. She paces back and forth, evidently bothered and continues to look from inside the room to the hallway outside. After a pause, she vanishes inside, moving carefully and when she returns, it's with a leap that she lands back on deck.

Comm in her hand, Vie clicks it on.]

Everyone, it's been a long while since I've spoken. For that I am sorry.

[Get to the point Vie.]

Are any of you having issues with your sleeping quarters? Mine appears to of ah... half vanished. The left side of my room is gone, entirely, taking with it half of my bed and a rather large amount of my things.

[Things that shall be mourned once she figures out what the hell is going on and if anyone else is having an issues.]

Stay safe.

[Click.]

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. :<)

[Now that the ship is safe and her hangover has finally allowed her to move, Vie is taking the chance to explore. And what better place to start than her own floor? She's on deck 12, the luggage deck, wandering through the cases and trunks and various random items in search of... well, whatever takes her interest.

Still, she's curious about the items that are scattered about and, with some fumbling and muttering to herself in her native tongue, Vie manages to click on her comm and start an audio stream.]

Fa'rein Kellos, am I doing this right?

[Another mutter, the young woman fumbles with the comm. It takes her a moment to realize she's broadcasting.]

Ah, hello boat! I was just wondering if anyone could tell me what the... mess on deck twelve is all about? Who does it belong to, why is it here? Anything would help.

[Really what she wants to know is if anyone would be mad if she took from it.]

...I love these lanterns.

[By that she means that she wants to take some for her room. That said, the transmission ends.]


(ooc: any other scavengers out there wanting to dig for treasure? or just have a chat! uhm... yay!)