Scene #4159:

Owner	Pose
Yari Takane	Yari Takane, perhaps unsurprisingly, looks awful. Her bronzed skin is deathly pale, her chest and her left eye is covered in bandages, and there's a number of IV's hooked up to her. The poor ninja's tail compulsively rubs her new arm stump, the Au Ra drifting in and out of restless sleep. At least, until she screams, awoken by a nightmare of a certain Admiral, a pop idol, and a schoolgirl standing over her with thick hatches, cutting her apart. Yari's loud enough to wake half the ward.
Drowned Ophelia	Almost as if on cue - almost as if she were WAITING for it - the doors to the medical ward are swung in hard. Slammed, in fact, with two open palms. Lights flicker above in this small part of the seeming infinite plane, shadowy smoke rolling slowly in front of the figure as it stands there only a moment more before straightening up. The inky darkness coalesces, revealing the slim figure of the Queen of Tears. She strides across the bare clean floor as if she owned the place, that cold little smirk crawling up one side of her curiously youthful features even as her chin dips down. Blackened claws twitch on either side of her, the flickering of lights following her progress further into the ward - until she comes upon Yari. And immediatly throws herself into a rolling chair, legs swung over the arm and kicking lightly. "Hey. Nice voice. You ought to learn to use that a bit more.." That brittle little smile lifts a bit. "Soo.. heard you got disarmed?" THEMESONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVs2dZi8YGAooc ; reposes for the log~
Yari Takane	It's amazing how a scream can attract one of your worst enemies...even if Ophelia might not know it. Sweating, the ninja manages to catch her breath as the woman rollls on over towards her. Her muscles twitch. The same kind of motion she'd make if she were strangling someone. But she can't do that right now. Slowly, Yari's eyes narrow as she stares right into the eyes of the undead one. "...Are you just here to taunt me, Ophelia?" Comes the ninja in a cold voice, just barely masking the rage. She wants someone to take her frustrations out on. And it's becoming very, very tempting to just wrap her legs or tail around this annoying, Sanary-drowning undeas~
Drowned Ophelia	"If I wanted to taunt you, I'd mention something about itchy noses." States the creature, pointedly reaching up to run a claw under her chin. Scritch scritch. There's a cold, cold amusement in Drowned Ophelia - as if she knows precisely how much loathing she can pull in just by her actions. The Confederates were 'tyrannical', but that never quite translated to 'evil'. Drowned Ophelia was evil; Evil to the core. Willingly, wickedly malicious. Maddened with grief, filled with hate, lost in her apathy. Her bare foot keeps bouncing, one knee over the other, her bare feet as blue as the rest of her skin. Blue like a -.. well, a drowning victim. "No, actually I'd come to ask about Sandere~" A bit of a singsong lilt at the end. "How did she do? Was she vicious? Did she hold back? I've got to admit, I've never had anyone.. half-drowned before. It's a new experience." A flash of teeth. "Every girl needs one, you know? Keeps things interesting."
Yari Takane	That scritch to the chin has poor Yari flushing with equal bits embarrassment, and more slowly bubbling fury. It's not unlike a delicious soup juuuuust about ready. Instead of food, it's anger and violence lurking in her eyes. The drugs from the IV's probably isn't helping things. Slowly, she turns away, the question about Yari catching her off guard. "She..." Slowly, pride creeps into her features. "She fought well. Without hesitation or mercy to her enemies. ...And like an annoyed high schooler who found her lover on a date with two other people." Eyes narrow. "And you're to blame for that, right? Tell me something. Are you going to do that to everyone? Going to try something like that on me right here?" She offers to Ophelia, pointedly and accusingly.
Drowned Ophelia	"Well, that depends." begins the Queen of Tears, that smile displaying a bit more white teeth. ".. How well do you swim right now?" She lets that question hang in the air for a moment before she finally straightens up in the chair. Leaning back, one arm looped over the support as she waves the other vaguely. "The Federation made it clear I need .. consent first." A lick of the lips. "That's a fun word. But, yes - I am the one who drowned her. Well, with Medusa's help. Do you miss her?" Smile fades to a quiet smirk. "And it hurt. It always hurts, at first, when your air runs out. When you open your lips and there's - nothing. But afterwards, it gets so easy.. I'm sure she can fill you in on the rest. Still, -look- at what she can do now. I've taken that little chink in her armor and made it into her greatest strength.." And the Queen of Tears leans forward, that 'running mascara' quietly dripping from her cheeks. "Why? Are you tired of getting hurt too?" "Jealousy? Mm. That stings too; I remember."
Yari Takane	"Not sure. Why don't we try it? The loser gets stabbed to death." Yari spits back suddenly, before closing her eyes. She leans back into her pillow, and sighs. "...That's uncalled for. Forgive me. I'm not in control of my emotions right now." The ninja sucks in a deep breath. She scoots closer and closer and closer to Ophelia. Soon, she's practically breathing down the corpse's neck. "...And you want me to really believe you didn't just trick her!? You're nothing more than a disgusting corpse! I have no idea why you were even...Graaaah!" Indeed, Yari looks horrifically close to trying to hurt Ophelia right in the ward. "That's right. Tell me...RIGHT NOW..what /EXACTLY/ you did to the woman I love!" She demands, dropping all pretenses. She's already breathing hard, only for her to turn away and cough. One of her wounds reopens, and she's trembling, thudding back against the bed.
Drowned Ophelia	Drowned Ophelia's smile cracks; something vicious, something wild briefly passing across her features as she lifts clawed hands upwards "Why not?" She practically purrs. And then she settles back, flicking a bit of lint with the tip of her claw. "Control's over-rated, you know. Sometimes you've just got to let rip, come hell or .. high water." Amused at her own pun, the leader of the Drowning Doom leans forward when the ninja scoots; Probably a bad idea, but it's not like she can be throttled. Dead already~ "Why am I in the federation? Three reasons. One, I'm a good distraction for the union." A soft laugh. "Two, you -need- something like me. All your.. politics. Manuevering. Your war's been going on for how long? It's pathetic. I understand you two 'factions' even frown on assassinating one another... must suck, to be in your line of business." A wink. "And three? Turns out, even with all I can do - there's just too many lights in the skies to kill on my own. So hey, I got out and made some friends, didn't I?" Claws smooth out to long fingers once more as Ophelia crooks a finger. "Do you really want to know?" She then leans forward - dangerously forward, like a lover - to whisper into Yari's ear. Fingers upon the ninja's stumps. ".. I let her have a drink at the Sea of Black Tears - and then I pushed her head in. And I held it, until the little bubbles stopped coming up. Oh, she thrashed and cried, but no one's going to notice in the ebon waters. Now, imagine all your little embarrasments; All the little hurts and sorrows and pangs. Imagine that moment when you hurt -so much- that you can't breathe; When sorrow is a burning ball in your throat, squeezing out all air, that each heartbeat is panic and pain. Now imagine that it -never stops-... and that she let me do this to her." Lips spread into a smile once more, still -achingly- close. "Compared to that, what's a few little dings and cuts? She'll never hurt again - at least, not physically~"
Yari Takane	"So you're nothing more than an uncontrollable weapon to be pointed at our enemies?" Offers the ninja with a sneer. "I don't like imprecise weapons like you." But then she's /so close/, and the ninja wants to melt into her bed to get away from this /thing/. It reminds her too much of the Eikons she's fought against, the very essence of wrongness, lack of discipline, and something beyond mere conquest. As Ophelia said, she is indeed Evil itself. Eyes close as that whisper comes to her, and slowly, Yari shakes more and more as Ophelia speaks, her mind's eye seeing Sanary's torment. How this creature took her in a moment of weakness, and /changed/ her. And likely against her will, no matter what OPhelia says. Suddenly, legs lash up, her tail wrap about arms, and then she /squeezes/! Rolling over, not caring as needles are ripped out from her body, she tries to start to strangle OPhelia to death with her legs right then and there, right atop the woman. It might be useless, but there's a hint of sadistic joy after all of her loss and frustration to finally get to hurt someone she hates. "LIES! LIES! YOU TRICKED HER! YOU /HURT/ HER!" Comes Yari, as she finally lets go, eyes half-mad with anger and pain and suffering. Someone might want to call a nurse.
Drowned Ophelia	"Weapon's such a .. soft word." Begins Ophelia. "I prefer the phrase 'fucking brutal march of inevitability'". And then? The Queen of Tears is CAPTURED! And she tips backwards, grabbing hold of the lizard's legs as they both crash to the ground. Ophelia's heels drum upon the ground, black veins crawling up her neck as Yari looks to CHOKE HER TO DEATH. But there's - almost a primal, vicious joy in her eyes as she gets precisely what she wanted. Misery and heartache. Black ichor bubbles up around her teeth as she laughs silently, a faint croaking noise issuing from her throat when Yari presses down to kill. It's not like she -needs- to breath, but habits being what they are. Clawed fingers dig in, trying to get just a -little- breath. Just enough to whisper with a harsh cackle. "Then why don't you JOIN your love, forever?" Yari is trying to kill Ophelia from her med-bed, alarms ringing and chiming as needles and IV are ripped out from the armless Ninja's KILL attempt.
Yari Takane	The ninja's teeth snap at Ophelia, hunched over to stare into the dead woman's eyes. Thankfully, Yari is still intensely weak after the fight, and it's not too hard to get those legs to loosen. She is /trying/ though! "Do you have any idea how many creatures like you have been put down!? You're no force of nature, you're no false god! You're not even strong enough to pose a threat like an Eikon. That's why you /NEED/ us, you trumped up little rotting corpse! I'm not joining you for anything! The only reason I don't rip your head off right now is..." The ninja sucks in a breath, scowls, and then she lets go. "That I have obligations. And you're depressingly not fun to strangle to death." Then? The ninja thuds back into the bed, already emotionally exhausted even as she's now physically exhausted!
Drowned Ophelia	The brittle masque of sarcasm cracks - for just a moment. When Yari flops back onto the bed, the creature formerly known as Ophelia rises straight upwards. Arms drooped behind her, rotating up on her heels until her feet fully contact the ground once more. There's no smile there, black claws twitching - And just as quickly it's gone again. A long, deep breath through her nose, before she rubs her throat. "Oh, I don't know. You're very ... handy ... at it." No hoarseness, no throatiness. Just that same cruel little chuckle before she settles back onto her chair - as if nothing happened at all. Leaning back once more, one arm drooping back across the seat, the other left to dangle between her knees. Thoughtful expression. "You're not joining me right now. But everything rots; You gave in this time. You'll give in again, and again. And you're going to find how easy it is to keep giving in until you just.. float away. Let go of all those little rules and justifications, to accept what you are. And what you'll become. Just like -she- did." A quiet little smile. "I won't even say 'I told you so' when the time comes, and I find you at my shore. Looking to shed the weakness that lets you fail everything you love. After all, we're still friends, aren't we?"
Yari Takane	The ninja stares resolutely at the abomination before her. "...Maybe one day I really will fall. I wouldn't suggest being around when it happens. Who knows. Maybe then I'll let you know exactly how I feel." A deep, sucking breath, and she throws herself back up on the bed. She hits a button. "Nurse. New IV please. And sedatives." Up she leans, right until she's practically touching noses with Ophelia. That tail reaches out, and tweaks one of Ophelia's ears in an almost playful fashion. "Definitely. Still friends. Best of friends, one might say." Her smile is more like a shark waiting for the right time to rip off a limb.
Drowned Ophelia	The smile fades once more as the ninja gets riiiight up close. Nose to nose, and tweak's the freak's ear. There is a another moment of tenseness, claws twitching - before Ophelia closes the distance to try and place a neat little 'peck' right on Yari's cheek, before standing up. "Oh, I'm so -happy- to hear it. And I wouldn't miss your fall for the world, Yari. No, I want to be right -there- when you sink." She's angry. She's furious. And she's doing her absolute best not to let that burn out of control; But alas, Drowned Ophelia is a creature of emotions by her very nature, and it's so -damned difficult- to hide it. Even for sarcasm. The creature turns, pausing with a clawed hand on the doorway. "Oh. I'll have Sandere come by to visit too; Bring you some flowers, some food." A glance back. ".. A drink, maybe. Toodles." Walk away. Walk away and drag those claws along every curtain in your path. ****'ing lizards!