4677/While We Sleep

While We Sleep
Date of Scene:	15 October 2016
Location:	Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse
Synopsis:	Karian and Ophelia sit down for a relaxing chat over their respective differences. And then they threaten to kill each other. Guest Appearance by: Kotone
Cast of Characters:	975, Karian Icefang, Kotone Yamakawa

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Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
The Bar and Grill at the end of the Universe - IS UNDER ATTACK!

No, it's not. But it certainly feels that way. There's a certain tenseness in the air between security and waiters, for they know what a certain creature is capable of. After all, she -holds fucking concerts to celebrate it-. But without actually attacking someone or breaking the rules here at the end of the multiverse, there's not much that can be done..

About Drowned Ophelia. She stands at a window, looking out at an empty nothing, black lips pulled in a thin line. Eyes half lidded in thought. A few of the Doom sit at the tables near her, mostly zombies and skeletons, cackling and throwing glasses to one another. The broken creature known as Ophelia raises her hand, placing her claws flat against the pane of glass.
".. Beautiful." She whispers, to the empty dark beyond. White teeth behind black lips. And beside her? It's KOTONE! Well, no, but it's someone who looks a hell of a lot like Kotone. Save for the frankenstein stitching that covers nearly every square inch, and the heavy mascara. Not to mention the black nails, Doom merch, and massive fucking pike-axe she's carrying. Why a pike-axe? Because it's METAL. Also because she totally nearly kicked Eithne's ass with it.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Today would find another rarity amongst it's patrons. Today, the space wolves were paying a visit. Karian and his massive guard, along with the thunderwolf if they'll let him in, were planning to have a nice meal. That is...until they spotted the zombies and Ophelia. "Damn...I knew I should have brought my sword." He says, shuffling in. He clearly didn't like it, and sat VERY far back, letting his sole yellow eye gleam akin to the way wolf eyes did in low light.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
It's almost like her hateful black heart can -feel- the glory of the Imperium; And is drawn immediatly to poking it with sharp sticks. Black claws pull back from the glass, half closed in curiosity. And then she turns her head ever so slightly, glancing to Flesh Doll. ".. Do you smell wet dog?" She asks, with a flash of white teeth. "It's fucking disgusting."
And then she turns all the way around, the miasma of the Black Tears reforming behind her as collar. Pale blue arms spread wide, as if to welcome an old friend.
"I -thought- so." The broken creature glides forward, quietly dipping a black claw into a drink as she moves. Letting the amber droplet darken on her finger tip before licking it off, and smirking. "Why, hello boys."
No, you don't get to sit in the dark corner of the room. You get all the attention. All of it.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "What do you want, witch?" Karian asks, with pure disdain in his voice. His wolf takes a seat next to the table, and likely dwarfing any servers who come over, and growls towards Ophelia and her doll. "I am only tolerating your existance due to the laws here." They may be vikings, but they know when to follow rules.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Funny; That's the only reason you and your .." She pauses, glancing at the wolf and flexing her claws for a moment. ".. thing are still breathing. Looks like we both have something in common." The turns the chair about, settling in backwards - the black tears that compose her clothing shifting to accomodate the new position, even as she's crossing her arms on the back of the chair. Resting her chin on the top of her arms, that cold, brittle little smile on her lips.
"What do -I- want? .. To see your lips turn blue as the last bubbles pass your teeth. But, you know, long term plans and all that. So what happened? Couldn't find good booze with your fucking heroes?"

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian laughs as he hears that. "Good luck with that desire, witch. And no, I believed it was time to take a bit of a tour of the multiverse. It's been too long since I have." He says. The wolfguard bristle and some bare their fangs in response to Ophelia growing closer, or even staring at them. "Step foot on Fenris, and your little 'concerts' will be fed to the Kraken...But I am curious. Your no psyker, and no deamon from what I can tell. So what ARE you?"

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"You're not missing much. Same boring ass people, same miserable existance, same inevitable end."
White teeth flash behind black lips, a broken and mad giggle. "But hey; I guess you probably want to see it before I pluck the lights out, right?" And then she sits up a bit, resting her elbow upon the back of the chair, cupping her chin in her claws. Letting them tic-tic against her cheek - drawing faint beads of her ichor blood with their touch. Nothing cuts as deep as Sorrow, after all. "Promises, promises, you fucking flirt. You know what they say about men with huge shoulders." She answers to the 'Kraken' bit. And then she flashes those white teeth once more.
"Me? Oh, you know, same old story. Boy meets girl, girl loves boy, boy rips her heart out, girl throws herself into the waiting arms of infinite sorrow, girl arises as the fucking avatar of Death Metal. Here's a spoiler? Girl kills every last fucking thing that draws a warm breath, girl empties the skies, multiverse exists in a perpetual silence save for the ancient hammer of beautiful fucking Metal as driven by the Dead Gods forever more."
A vague wave of the hand. "And what about you?"

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "Raised in a nomadic clan, first thing I was given as a babe was an axe and was expected to grip it as an infant. Grew to age 12 and died in battle. Was revived from Morkai's Gate and began my journey to what I am now." He says. He looks over and tears into a haunch of meat brought over quite savagely. Surely the metal gods would approve of that. "But that was a lifetime ago.....a hundred years, in fact. Now I see the worst of humanity, vile mutations, and chaos itself. Xenos that would destroy our people. But that is why I exist. The Bulwark against terror, the Emperor's mailed fist." He explains. Meanwhile, the only real wolf sniffs at Ophelia, memorizing that foul scent.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
There's something else going on, as the talk comes for a moment.

"Then the girls is forever alone without anything to torment." Kotone has somehow snuck up on the small group for a momwn. "I'm pretty sure you know my story all ready, don't you?" She looks to Drowned and Flesh Doll for amoment before moving to sit by Karian. "Wolf Lord Icefang." She also is bristling at Drowned and Flesh Doll.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
The Queen of Tears smells.. well, it's hard to say what she smells like. WRONG, perhaps. Just WRONG. Whatever she was before, she's definitely not human now. Tac-tac-tac go the claws on the back of the chair, before the black hearted bitch yawns. Curling her claws over her mouth, and smacking softly. "Wow, that's really interesting. So you went into battle with a pure heart, and found out that everything is shit. Also probably on fire. Sounds like it took you a hundred years to learn what took me a little dip in the Sea. But why fucking bother? It's not like it's going to get better. Maybe a little terror would do your fucking humans some good-"
And then she glances aside as Kotone enters! DRAMATIC ENTRANCE! Flesh Doll is -there- - but a raised claw from the Queen of Tears halts the bristling creature. Flesh Doll's lip trembles, before she -snarls- at Kotone. "Fucking-.. tin can -copy-." Bristling is right. But she settles down next to Ophelia, the hand maiden of Sorrow. Shifting with the barely restrained desire to take on her 'sire'.
Drowned Ophelia then smiles that sweet, mad, bitter smile towards Kotone. "Mm, true.. guess I'll burn that bury that bridge in salt when I get there. But at least I'll know -he'll- suffer too; I'll leave him for last, you see. The last living thing in a burning multiverse. A girl's gotta have amibition, after all."

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "Yet I do have hope. 'Though the path is dark, my faith is my light, the emperor my torch.'" Karian counters, his words said clearly hinting he was a priest. Ygdril backs off, growling and snapping at Ophelia and the Flesh Doll. "Easy, Ygdril. She's not worth it." He says, reaching over to gently pet between his ears. "Because you were scorned, you would drown the world in your sorrow? Perhaps you have more in common with chaos then I thought."

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"Torches burn out in time; And the dark never stops. Although I approve of setting Emperors on fire in general."
Smirks the Witch of Broken Hearts, before the smile falls; Falls like someone dropped a wine glass, shattering against the hard ground.
"You say it so simply, little man; And what have you loved beyond yourself and your pitiful faith? My tears will not drown one world; They will drown a thousand, a million. I will free them from life's bitter disappointments." Like a mirror, she's a lot more fragile than she seems; And like a mirror, she tends to tear open veins in people who break her.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa looks at Flesh Doll. "You know what happens to those who fight here." She titlts her head at Flesh Doll. "Oh come on there's no tin in my body." God at least with Miho the forks were not hostile at all this is just a nightmare that odesn't quick. "In the begineing there was chaos and then ... one said let there be light. Nothing lasts for ever not even the cold dark."

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "I was not always a Space Marine. I was truely human at one point. I loved, had doubt, felt fear. I mourned for it when I became what I am now, but it is not my life anymore. I almost feel bad for you. Your heart cast aside, but..." Karian says, pausing a moment. "...this is not the path. Rather, this will only further damn you. Maybe even spawn your opposite. For every shadow, a light will be born."

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"I don't care what you're -made- of, tin bitch; I care what you -stole- from me."
Hisses Flesh Doll, with Kotone's lips. Her knuckles are white upon the pike-axe, gripping it hard, practically trembling. She's rocking slowly, a black ichor trickling down her cheeks; The same that falls continously from Ophelia's eyes, in fact. "I'll make you pay for it. I'll make you pay for turning them all against me. Maaka, Staren, all of them. I may not be able to get you here, but I -will- get you. I'll take back my -life-."

"Nooo, pretty sure all was darkness save for the great Cremator of the Sky." Smirks Ophelia, towards Kotone. "It was his explosive death that gave rise to-oh, fuck it. I'm not here for religion." She glances aside as Flesh Doll trembles on the edge of self control, and does absolutely nothing to calm her down. Beyond to whisper to the frankenstein parody: "She's mocking you~ With your own lips, too. What a bitch, right?"
The smile falls again as she looks back towards Karian, a frown tugging at her black lips. "Bullshit. -Heroic- bullshit, which makes it twice as fucking bull shitty. 'For every shadow a light is born'." She spits aside, the ichor bubbling and hissing on the ground. "You're giving them -hope-. For what? You've been fighting for a hundred years, little man, so tell me.." Here, she leans forward. Practically hissing. ".. Does it ever get -better-? Has it ever gotten -easier-?" She cackles madly, knowing the answer to that - or, at least, she thinks she does. Before she reaches up - and drags her claw across her own chest. Black ichor tumbles outwards, and the guards inch forward; But is cutting yourself considered the same as attacking?! She hisses in pain, eyelids fluttering, before she marks the 'X'.
"Mmm.. nope. Still there. Thumping away, black and hard as stone. So fuck your paths, and fuck your damnation. -I'm- on the winning side; You've gotta beat me -every fucking time-. I've just got to win once."

Karian Icefang has posed:
    "Nothing worth fighting for ever gets any easier." Karian says. For a space wolf, he's actually being quite civil. He watches the display, and growls as a spec of the dark ichor nearly lands on the thunderwolf. "I will warn you only once, Ophelia. I may pity you, even wish you peace. But if your foul taint touches anything I hold dear...the last thing you'll see is my blade as it cuts you down, and the last thing you'll hear is the wolf's howl, signalling your doom." If Ophelia looked into the wolf lord's eye, she'd see it. She'd see the caged beast inside. The animal just waiting, begging, pleading for a moment to get loose. The desire to destroy, to rip and tear, to hunt and kill. It seemed that this man was a walking contradiction. He spoke of peace, but harbored a monster of war inside. The question was....did Karian bear the only one?

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa looks at Flesh Doll for a moment, there's no hate on Kotone's face as she looks at Flesh Doll. "Then what? Will the hunger you have consume you? Will it devour what you want? Will you even be happy?" She looks to her then the pause at a bit about Drowned Ophelia's world as she realises an eye for a moment. She looks at Drowned though her eyes narrow just the faintest bit. "Fair enough a lot of gods need their faces kicked in anyway."

She notesbefore debating if she was going to order for food she looks to Karian and can only guess how much will power it's taking not attack give the Drowned seem to be the kin of Chaos.

Drowned Ophelia (975) has posed:
"I'm not -just- going to touch it, little man.."
Begins Ophelia, finally standing up. The chair scraping as she pushes it aside, her claws upon the table; Curling, scoring the surface. That monster, that beast inside the massive warrior - THAT'S what she wanted. Not this simpering priest talking of light and holiness. "I -am- cut down. I am the dead. My breath is cold, and my heart is broken. I am the Queen of the fucking Tear Drinkers, and I am going to -drown- your world. I will flood it. I will drag every fucking thing you love screaming beneath the pitch waves of my grief. And when I am done, I am going to raise a fucking monument right on the center of your world, and it will be -of a mother fucking poodle- and there's nothing you can fucking do about it because -I'm already dead-. So get your howling fuckers ready, because you're on my fucking -list-."
Where something is grim and - in some regards - an ancient evil in Karian, within Ophelia there is madness. Madness and grief, twisted into a burning hate that will consume all if given the chance. The tears from her eyes patter against the table, hissing against the surface. And the guards have had quite enough of that, finally moving in to intercede.

"Don't know - you wanna find out, you plastic plated b-" Begins Flesh Doll, before her Queen straightens up quite suddenly. Casting the guards a wicked, crazed smile as she draws herself up. And begins gliding outwards, her entourage of the dead and insane following.