Fragile

[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.]

[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. :<)

[This wasn't where she was supposed to be. Not an hour ago she'd been trapped in the caverns beneath Shad's manor, fighting to protect her master and inevitably, failing to do so. She knew she should rightfully be still running for her life.

Instead Vie saw sunlight, buildings unlike she knew and unfamiliar streets. Those that ran the stores were not like herself, and while they should of been calling for her arrest or treating her like dirt, they instead acted like there was nothing strange about her at all. Her tears were put on hold while her mind tried to make some sense of what was happening.

Finally her wandering brought her to the first, truly familiar sight since she'd found herself standing in the hotel room. The beach.

Sand oddly comfortable under her boots, Vie came to a pause and stared out over the water, finally allowing her tears to fall.]

Koto mar, Shad.



(ooc: she's a little upset right now, but will adjust easily enough. Vie also has no idea what the comm is or how to use it. "Koto mar, Shad." translates to "Curse you, Shad." in her home language.)