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Jul. 19th, 2010 10:31 pm[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. :<)
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. :<)
[The video feeds kicks in with the fast blur image of the library. It would seem the comm has taken a leap from the hands of it's owner and is plummeting from the top of a bookshelf to the floor. A voice cuts through the air, speaking in a strange language.]
1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce!
[With a thud, it lands, completely undamaged and left to lie with it's lens facing upwards to where it fell from. Perched on the top railing of a ladder with her foot resting on the edge of a shelf is Vie. She leans over to peer down at the comm, hand still outstretched from holding it only seconds before.
There's a short moment of the woman just... looking, expression slightly worried that she might of broken the comm. She nabs a rather thick book from the shelf that her foot rests on and in a swift motion jumps from the top of the ladder. Vie lands lightly and reaches to pick up the comm. Anyone watching will see her turn the comm in her hands and hold it up for inspection. Spying no damage, she smiles before realizing that the video is active and that she's broadcasting to the entire boat.]
Ah... sorry!
[She can't not laugh as she shuts the video feed off.]
(ooc: 1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce! means 'No! Come bac-- SHIT' in Vie's native tongue. She's in the library, eager to do some research on some, or rather one of the races she's just met. Can anyone say 'Vampire?' Vie's encounter with Eric has left her determined to know her target and not fear him. Godric has left her plain curious.)
1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce!
[With a thud, it lands, completely undamaged and left to lie with it's lens facing upwards to where it fell from. Perched on the top railing of a ladder with her foot resting on the edge of a shelf is Vie. She leans over to peer down at the comm, hand still outstretched from holding it only seconds before.
There's a short moment of the woman just... looking, expression slightly worried that she might of broken the comm. She nabs a rather thick book from the shelf that her foot rests on and in a swift motion jumps from the top of the ladder. Vie lands lightly and reaches to pick up the comm. Anyone watching will see her turn the comm in her hands and hold it up for inspection. Spying no damage, she smiles before realizing that the video is active and that she's broadcasting to the entire boat.]
Ah... sorry!
[She can't not laugh as she shuts the video feed off.]
(ooc: 1Ta! Suto'nmi-- Merce! means 'No! Come bac-- SHIT' in Vie's native tongue. She's in the library, eager to do some research on some, or rather one of the races she's just met. Can anyone say 'Vampire?' Vie's encounter with Eric has left her determined to know her target and not fear him. Godric has left her plain curious.)