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[Since her memory returned after death, Vie's been searching the Keep and the outer wall for something of great importance. It's personal, and so not something she's been wanting to bring to the public eye, but desperation and a lack of other options has left Vie will little choice but to do so.]

Everyone, hello. I ah, I've a favour to ask.

[It feels weird to be talking about it, let alone to a crowd.]

Around two weeks ago I was killed, the one responsible, whether he intended my death or not, walks freely among us. At least until dusk.

[Vie is yet to decide if she'll attend or not. She's angry, but something else has the bulk of her attention.]

In my death I lost a few things. Clothes, namely. And a dagger I carried in my boot, but more importantly, I've lost a bracelet. It's brown, leather, and very important to me.

Should anyone find it, please, please return it. It means more than you'll ever know.

[A pause. Vie sighs.]

Thanks.

[When Vie speaks, her voice is quiet, words more to herself than anyone else. In the background a man's voice, or rather that of a pumpkin, pleads with her to kill him.]

You look the part, but you are not him.

[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]

In asking for death, you dishonor him. I'll not have his blood on my hands a second time.

[That's right Vie. You tell that pumpkin. :|b

She stands, breathes a sigh and this time, directly addresses those in the Keep.]

How is it that they know who matters? Perhaps this is a punishment. The past dragged forward to remind us of what we've lost or where we've failed.

[A beat. Vie starts her way away from the pumpkin, choosing to turn away from the carved face of her fallen master rather than give in to it's plea.]

Stay out of my head, Deior.

[The book snaps shut, thus putting an end to her entry.]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

[The comm clicks on for a few short words. Vie's voice sounds hollow. It's pretty clear she's upset and trying to keep a hold on it.]

Cyrus is gone.

[And that's all you get. The comm clicks off.]

[The comm clicks on to the sound of being dropped. It clatters across the floor and is accompanied by the delicate sound of a screaming five year old girl. There's a thud, the patter of some frantic, heavier than usual footwork and a panicked whine. Oh, and then a slamming door.]

Onai? Mokao!?

[She sounds like she's trying not to cry. There's a little bit of silence while Vie stares at her new surroundings and tries very hard not to have a panic attack.]

Tashi si mar?

[Finally Vie realizes that she dropped something on her mad escape from her room and dashes back to pick it up. She's got no idea what it is, or that it's broadcasting to the entire boat, but she dropped it so it must be hers? There's a fumble and a thud and the audio cuts out. ]

(ooc: Vie is 5 years old and on deck 12. She's a little distressed after finding a stranger in her room and remembers nothing of her time on the boat. I will probably get lazy with the Kirovian and summarise it, but for now WE SHALL SEE.

TRANSLATION: Onai = Mother, Mokao = Father, Tashi si mar? = WHERE ARE YOOOU?! D8)

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. As opposed to annoyed in her last post, Vie sounds tired.]

Sanya. If you're not busy, I ah... want to speak with you.

[She sighs. The days events are catching up with her.]

Please.

[Anyone else might find her on the top deck, stretched out on her back with her feet up on the railing and watching the stars.]

The rest of you, stay out of trouble.

[That last line has a slightly lighter tone. Is she joking? Probably not, but it at least sounds a little that way.]

[There's a moment of silence before she speaks. Vie's voice is a little less happy than usual.]

Tony. You and I need to talk.

[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. :<)

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