RE: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4] ROUND 3- OPHIDIAN JADE!
01-02-2017, 02:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2017, 07:07 AM by Pharmacy.)
Capo Melanchoria Marconi expected Ruby Glitter to come.
Of course, Ruby hadn’t really came in the flesh yet – but she will come. They will introduce themselves, share a cordial chat, perhaps (hopefully!) a nice spot of tea. Alas, Melanchoria will never see this heartwarming scene with her own two eyes. The entirety of her vision was stuck in the future. The present – for her – was a span of fuzzy emptiness that she can only postulate the meaning of. Perhaps those legends about oracles did had some truth to them. Melanchoria let herself a rueful smile.
“Something wrong?”
“Oh no,” she replied. She knew Ruby will polish off her thumbprint cookies and through a serious of unfortunate events, capsize the entire table with a careless tail. Melanchoria will not mind but the china will be her grandmother’s and the sentimental value will make its potential destruction to be unbearable. She will artfully direct to the point of the conversation. “Are you prepared? Are you ready?”
Coughing.
“Is that a yes?”
Nodding.
“Good.” Good. Where should she begin? She will tell Ruby that there will be…someone that the Marconi family will want to be dealt with. A human? Strange fashion. Strange powers? Str…strange eyes? Shiny and glittering like a pest-fly they are. Melanchoria had no idea what height-weight-astrological sign (always a disappointment) they are but she wanted them gone. Gone!
“So I have to kill that person?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s not like I have a choice.” Ruby will reply and she will be generously paid, properly supplied, and unceremoniously escorted out to god-knows-where. And when, even. Going beyond that point will reveal nothing but a soft, hazy infinity. Magical interference from other rival…otherworldly powers? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Doesn’t matter. Besides, she made all the calculations. She scoured every hazy second of the future. She was confident someone (one) will die.
Melanchoria will feel a little silly hinging all her faith into this one fact, but so much had happened in the past and so much more will come. Someone will destroy their holdings. The Marconi’s will be defaulting on their police payments. They will be…gone, the entire family, not that she will particularly mind. The verisimilitude of this single fact, gave her hope. And information.
Hopefully, information that will not be grossly misinterpreted by Ruby.
---
In the hands of a more level-headed human being, the generosity of a starry-eyed grandmother would had raised nothing but suspicion, but Ruby was neither level-headed nor a human being. Ruby hastily counted her money. Ten-twenty-thirty – ah, what the hell, more money than her fingers (and patience) could handle. Think of all the pretty things she could buy! Filet Mignons, cute dresses, and oh! Premium tickets to the Full-Stop Angels play –
Ruby was so lost in her joyful indecisiveness that she collided with a complete stranger.
“Augh!”
“What the fuck.”
That…that was a really country way of saying fuck. Ruby got her bearings and oh, oh my god. A human. A human fashion disaster. Their skinny stature combined with sheer volume of the angel costume – not to mention the sheer amount of sequins – gave a comical impression of a Christmas Tree made flesh. They – no, she smelled like sadness and piss. She obviously had a cloak that wasn’t hers. Ruby wondered if she was drunk.
“Are…are you okay?”
The stranger glanced up. Red eyes. Strange. “No.”
“Are you drunk?”
“God I wish. Just. I nearly lost myself? In someone?” A melancholy pause. “In someone else too.”
“Are you…in love?”
She glanced away. “Not important.” There was a bashful undertone to her voice. “Just tell me where the pin comes from.”
A seam of the travelling cloak was in her face. Ruby immediately recognized the doe-emblem on the badge. She knew they were…the enemies of the Marconi’s! And some other things! And that’s it! The people who told her that were lacking in effort and time. Ruby didn’t particularly cared. Besides, the fact that the person’s hands are peeling away to green was far more interesting than any form of criminal intrigue.
“Oh yeah, the deer-fellas.” Ruby scratched at her chin. “Somewhere in the gardens.”
“The gardens?”
“Well, s’practically a forest. A fake one. Like, the plants are real but like people grow’m in-”
“Directions.”
“Southeast.”
She lowered her eyes. “…Thanks.” The stranger held the cloak closer and ceremoniously disappeared into the crowd. Ruby could had sworn the human looked more gangly and weatherworn, but it might be just her imagination. Plus, there was a slight hint of the…forest? Loam and leaves.
They were underground. In a city. There was no way to pick up such a scent.
What...What did Melanchoria said? She had to deal with a strange human with strange powers. And strange eyes! This stranger fit so perfectly into the minimal requirements it was practically miraculous. Ruby thanked her lucky stars (and moons) and shadowed behind the human, oblivious to the possibility that she might be nosediving into a case of mistaken identity.
Of course, Ruby hadn’t really came in the flesh yet – but she will come. They will introduce themselves, share a cordial chat, perhaps (hopefully!) a nice spot of tea. Alas, Melanchoria will never see this heartwarming scene with her own two eyes. The entirety of her vision was stuck in the future. The present – for her – was a span of fuzzy emptiness that she can only postulate the meaning of. Perhaps those legends about oracles did had some truth to them. Melanchoria let herself a rueful smile.
“Something wrong?”
“Oh no,” she replied. She knew Ruby will polish off her thumbprint cookies and through a serious of unfortunate events, capsize the entire table with a careless tail. Melanchoria will not mind but the china will be her grandmother’s and the sentimental value will make its potential destruction to be unbearable. She will artfully direct to the point of the conversation. “Are you prepared? Are you ready?”
Coughing.
“Is that a yes?”
Nodding.
“Good.” Good. Where should she begin? She will tell Ruby that there will be…someone that the Marconi family will want to be dealt with. A human? Strange fashion. Strange powers? Str…strange eyes? Shiny and glittering like a pest-fly they are. Melanchoria had no idea what height-weight-astrological sign (always a disappointment) they are but she wanted them gone. Gone!
“So I have to kill that person?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s not like I have a choice.” Ruby will reply and she will be generously paid, properly supplied, and unceremoniously escorted out to god-knows-where. And when, even. Going beyond that point will reveal nothing but a soft, hazy infinity. Magical interference from other rival…otherworldly powers? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Doesn’t matter. Besides, she made all the calculations. She scoured every hazy second of the future. She was confident someone (one) will die.
Melanchoria will feel a little silly hinging all her faith into this one fact, but so much had happened in the past and so much more will come. Someone will destroy their holdings. The Marconi’s will be defaulting on their police payments. They will be…gone, the entire family, not that she will particularly mind. The verisimilitude of this single fact, gave her hope. And information.
Hopefully, information that will not be grossly misinterpreted by Ruby.
---
In the hands of a more level-headed human being, the generosity of a starry-eyed grandmother would had raised nothing but suspicion, but Ruby was neither level-headed nor a human being. Ruby hastily counted her money. Ten-twenty-thirty – ah, what the hell, more money than her fingers (and patience) could handle. Think of all the pretty things she could buy! Filet Mignons, cute dresses, and oh! Premium tickets to the Full-Stop Angels play –
Ruby was so lost in her joyful indecisiveness that she collided with a complete stranger.
“Augh!”
“What the fuck.”
That…that was a really country way of saying fuck. Ruby got her bearings and oh, oh my god. A human. A human fashion disaster. Their skinny stature combined with sheer volume of the angel costume – not to mention the sheer amount of sequins – gave a comical impression of a Christmas Tree made flesh. They – no, she smelled like sadness and piss. She obviously had a cloak that wasn’t hers. Ruby wondered if she was drunk.
“Are…are you okay?”
The stranger glanced up. Red eyes. Strange. “No.”
“Are you drunk?”
“God I wish. Just. I nearly lost myself? In someone?” A melancholy pause. “In someone else too.”
“Are you…in love?”
She glanced away. “Not important.” There was a bashful undertone to her voice. “Just tell me where the pin comes from.”
A seam of the travelling cloak was in her face. Ruby immediately recognized the doe-emblem on the badge. She knew they were…the enemies of the Marconi’s! And some other things! And that’s it! The people who told her that were lacking in effort and time. Ruby didn’t particularly cared. Besides, the fact that the person’s hands are peeling away to green was far more interesting than any form of criminal intrigue.
“Oh yeah, the deer-fellas.” Ruby scratched at her chin. “Somewhere in the gardens.”
“The gardens?”
“Well, s’practically a forest. A fake one. Like, the plants are real but like people grow’m in-”
“Directions.”
“Southeast.”
She lowered her eyes. “…Thanks.” The stranger held the cloak closer and ceremoniously disappeared into the crowd. Ruby could had sworn the human looked more gangly and weatherworn, but it might be just her imagination. Plus, there was a slight hint of the…forest? Loam and leaves.
They were underground. In a city. There was no way to pick up such a scent.
What...What did Melanchoria said? She had to deal with a strange human with strange powers. And strange eyes! This stranger fit so perfectly into the minimal requirements it was practically miraculous. Ruby thanked her lucky stars (and moons) and shadowed behind the human, oblivious to the possibility that she might be nosediving into a case of mistaken identity.