this is an open log

[miscreant]

Date & Time: January 20th to January 31st
Location: See prompts!
Characters: Seviilia and YOU
Summary: Catch all log for cr
Warnings: Most likely none, will edit

Exsilium

[It was rare that Seviilia ventured into the local population on her own, but recent visits had convinced her that she needed something more respectable than a hole in the side of a rock formation. Her carpentry skills were minimal, but enough that she could put a roof over her head with some time. She would make no plans to house herself with other transports, so this would have to do.

Even with the hologram, the death knight seems to stand out in the crowd of bundled natives. She has no weapons visible, and she hides beneath a heavy white cloak, jet black hair held back out of stormy grey eyes with a silver bangle in a short ponytail over one shoulder. Her ears, no longer long and dead, remain pierced along the cartilage with the same earrings she owned in death, the most spectacular of them being a gold ring with a purple gem set inside of it. If anyone happens to catch her hand moving out of her cloak, they might spot light (but familiar) scarification across her hands and up her arms before it disappears into a white sleeve at her elbow.

A few natives recoil when she moves to exchange items for things like nails and tools, but she doesn't linger long afterwards. Occasionally, she might look up and glare when someone slips passed her just a bit too close, but Seviilia is very obviously in a hurry.

Everyone is pressed too closely for her liking.]

Cave

[Seviilia is spending the evening with a fire as she sorts her tools, making her a bit easier to find amongst the incredibly white landscape. There is already the start of a foundation built, along with a large pile of fresh lumber and logs that she had gathered. She appears to be taking a break from her work to finish skinning a few no-longer-recognizable animals with the knife given to her by Chloe.

She does not appear to be paying much attention to her surroundings.]

Forest

[Anyone unfortunate enough to be in the forest may hear (or feel) the collapsing of trees as Seviilia goes about her business of collecting large logs for her project. Or, perhaps they might catch her hiking across the tundra, pulling a makeshift sled with a few logs piled atop one another.]

Wildcard

[Got your own? Hit me]

Comments

stomps on up to ur cave sup

[irritating]

[ Apollo is on a goddamn mission, and she isn't about to stop stomping through the snow until that mission is good and complete.

It had taken her a bit, at first, to even find out Marduk had gotten himself into some shit while she was gone in the first place, but once she had? Well, there had been enough yelling and impending bad decisions on her part that Marduk had actually put a sleep spell on her to keep her from doing something stupid. Which, sure, worked for the eight hours that she was actually asleep. Once she had awoken, there was nothing left to keep the stupid decisions at bay.

And that is why she is currently out in the cold, looking for some woman she's never even met before who apparently lives out in the woods, or in a cave, or something. It takes some time of investigating the wilderness before Apollo catches sight of a fire going in the distance, but the second she does finally see it, she's redirecting her course and heading straight in that direction. Even as she approaches, Apollo can't be sure right away if the woman skinning animals ahead of her is even the right person, not when her only visual reference of Seviilia comes from her video messages to Marduk and when all Apollo can see so far is her back.

So, stopping about ten feet away, she just loudly calls out to her. ] Hey, fuckface.

hay boo :*

[miscreant]

[The elf's blackened ears twitch upon catching Apollo's thought out greeting behind her. She doesn't turn around right away, listening for the sound of a heartbeat in order to determine what she is dealing with. A breather.

She rests the knife down and stands, turning so that the firelight catches the soulless blue glow of her eyes. Apollo gets a telling once over and the raise of a slender eyebrow. Seviilia stands, not in armor like her counterpart, but in plain white wraps. There is a burn in her shoulder, left by Marduk, that she appears to have ignored.]

Can I help you?

[Not that she would -- but if someone had stumbled on her all the way out here they were either lost or had specifically come searching for her. She shakes a bit of the animal's blood off of her blackened fingertips before folding both arms expectantly across her chest.]

[irritating]

[ It doesn't take long after Seviilia turns around for Apollo to figure out that yes, this is indeed exactly the person she's looking for. She bites back the immediate flash of anger that jolts through her when she thinks again of what the elf had done to Marduk, which admittedly is a feat made easier when she notices the burn on her shoulder. So he had done some damage, at least. That's a comfort.

Ignoring the question, Apollo begins to move again, watching the elf carefully the entire time. Sure, the redhead is stupid sometimes, but she's not stupid enough to not realize Seviilia is probably dangerous. It's why Apollo has her pony sized, half monster dog with her right now too - not at her side, no, but watching everything nearby out of sight. ]

Seviilia Brightwing, yeah? [ It's worded as a question, but it doesn't sound like Apollo needs an answer. ]

[miscreant]

[If she is aware of the canine's presence, there is nothing to indicate it. In fact, were it not for her muscle structure, unnaturally pale blue skin, and chilly demeanor Seviilia might have almost looked nonthreatening.

Her straight spine suggests otherwise, but Seviilia's tone does not change despite Apollo's remark.]

Naturally. You must have been very eager to find me, to come all the way out here in lieu of network communication.

[It could be taken as a threat, depending on how defensive the other woman is feeling.]

I am afraid we have not met. I was not expecting company this evening.

[irritating]

[ Apollo's not overly familiar with elves so she's not fully aware of what kind of capabilities Seviilia might have, but she's good enough at reading body language when she actually takes the time to do it, so she has that at least. ]

No, we haven't. You've met a friend of mine, though.

[ Much the same could be said about that. ]

But yeah, I'm thinkin' the network ain't exactly the best thing for deliveries.

[ Deliveries, meaning the punch to the goddamn face that Apollo is quite suddenly rushing in to give her. With her fingers adorned in enough rings to serve as makeshift brass knuckles, she doesn't hold back any of her strength when she swings; intending fully to hit Seviilia with all of the brute force her anger can give her in one, swift motion. ]

[miscreant]

[On a normal day, Seviilia might have attempted to deflect the blow -- or worse. Were it not for the warning given to her by Koltira a few days prior, she might have pulled her axes to her hands and instantly buried them into the other woman for daring to try and lay a hand on her.

In light of these things, she does nothing other than allow her arms to fall and her ears to perk lightly in surprise before Apollo's punch lands square in her jaw, her neck cracking to the side with the force of it.

The elf only stumbles for a second, natural grace correcting her and her neck pops back into place right after with another audible and unnatural crack. She reaches up to rub the area with one hand, frowning when she pulls back to find a bit of her own congealed blackened blood on her hands alongside the animal's she had been skinning earlier.]

I see.

[The vibration in her voice deepens as the wound turns icy to prevent extra bloodloss. Again, she straightens her stance, but her arms do not fold this time.]

I will only warn you once. Do not do that again.

[irritating]

[ Apollo stands and watches the woman's reaction, the anger and annoyance she'd somehow managed to keep in check until clear all over her face now. She's not disturbed or put off by the unnatural sounding crack of her neck, nor does she show any concerns over the ice magic that probably should concern her physical fighter self - in fact, the warning only serves to agitate her further. The words are barely out of Seviilia's mouth when Apollo is hissing violently over her, an inhuman sound that comes from the small part of her that is gryphon instead. ]

No, you miserable fuck, I'm warnin' you once. Stay away from him. You go anywhere fuckin' near him again, and I will fuckin' do more than punch you, I promise you that.

[ There's no specifying who "him" is, but it isn't hard to figure that one out. And with the twins pistols holstered at her hips, it isn't hard to figure out what she might mean by "more than punch you" either. ]

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Is that so?

[Apollo's retort coaxes chuckling that hardly even sounds like chuckling with the ghostly vibration in her voice. The telltale sign is the thin-lipped smirk across her face.]

Why wait? Do it now. Get it out of your system. Because if you decide to breathe in my direction the wrong way after this day, I will see your head severed from your shoulders.

[She does notice the wings on the other woman's body, which do actually interest her, but she is clearly not in a position to inquire.]

[irritating]

Yes.

[ It almost sounds like another hiss more than a word, but either way the tone of her response is clear enough. The smirk and the unique sounding chuckle do nothing to change Apollo's stony expression; although the same can't be said about that threat. It's not a laugh that comes out of her then, exactly, but when she exhales she's shifting into a look that's amused and unimpressed instead. ]

What, y'think death threats scare me? 'cause they fuckin' don't, they never have, and they sure as fuck ain't about to now. I've heard all that bullshit before and guess what sugarplum, I'm still fuckin' here.

[ Then again, she doesn't normally piss of undead elves who like to quite literally rip people apart for fun, but that clearly isn't something she's thinking or worrying about right now. ]

[miscreant]

It is not a threat, little girl. It is a promise. You clearly haven't the faintest idea of what you are dealing with.

[Seviilia's patience is obviously nearing its limit between the banter and the hit Apollo had applied to her jaw. She is certain a bone cracked under that jewelry, and with her circuit broken, it would take much longer to heal.]

Be gone, before you do something incredibly foolish.

[irritating]

[ Yeah she really doesn't, but thinking about the consequences before starting shit with people isn't exactly a strong point. ]

I'm dealin' with some kinda crazy elf asshole, that's what.

[ Apollo has never liked being told what to do, and she especially dislikes it now after spending a year as a king back home. Her title doesn't mean shit here in Exsilium, but she holds onto it and the attitude it brings nonetheless, so her response to Seviilia trying to just dismiss her like that begins with an indignant huff. ]

No, fuck you, and fuck your promise, I'm not fuckin' done here.

[ She's not even sure how exactly she wants to proceed - all she knows is that she doesn't feel satisfied. ]

[miscreant]

If that is all you believe me to be, then no, you are truly clueless.

[Seviilia's irritation melts into amusement, and she starts to approach the other woman. Maybe she can push her out just by being in close proximity. This woman reminds her of some of the orcs she was allied with for a time -- she doubts it will work.]

No? Then finish.

[She clenches her fist, ice magic briefly flaring in her hand to harden the ground beneath Apollo. The most it will do will be to make her slip.]

Lest I do it for you!

[irritating]

Yeah, and what the fuck else are you then? A psychopath? A murderous fuckface? A cockmongling monkey?

[ The only direction she moves in when Seviilia comes closer is forward - she's not afraid, she's not backing off, and she sure as shit isn't about to give any indications to the opposite.

She sneers and opens her mouth to bark some more bullshit once she's almost close enough to do it right up in her face, but she's very quickly and abruptly cut off by the ice magic happening underneath her feet instead. It's unexpected enough to throw her off balance for a moment, but her reflexes are quick enough for her to be able to catch herself before any spectacular wipe out happens. Still, she's just about forced down to one knee anyway - although it's incredibly short lived. That act of magic wasn't a direct attack, no, but it and Seviilia's verbal push is all Apollo needs to switch back into a brawler.

With another hiss she's moving forward again, shifting off of the ice and launching herself towards the elf as she quickly regains her footing and closes what little distance she had yet to gain, fully intending a body check using the entirety of her weight. ]

this is on like thursday or something idk hi :')

[oversleeps]

[ in exsilium. his two weeks is almost up, and it's left him agitated. too restless to stay inside, for once, marduk has taken to wandering the city using a hologram emitter of his own. he's nicked an apple from somewhere or another, and rolls it in his hands as he walks; damn thing's too frozen to eat, but he refuses to drop it or give in to the convenience of magic in the middle of a crowd.

naturally, this is when he runs into seviilia-- quite literally, at that. most people tend to be concerned with the people they run into, especially when they're so cold; his lie decidedly elsewhere as the apple goes flying, and marduk just frowns, staring at it while rolls out of sight. so much for that. (the cold thing, the collision, that'll all catch up to him in a moment.) ]

hey handsome :*

[miscreant]

[It might catch up a bit quicker than he would like. Seviilia is already agitated by the crowd and looking for any excuse to spook individual people who won't cry wolf and put too much attention on her.

So when Marduk collides and doesn't instantly apologize, her decoratively scarred hand snaps around the arm that had collided with her, grip far too tight to be normal and touch far too chilly to be alive.

She feels his pulse, and recognizes it. The voice that comes from her is oddly musical with its unearthly vibration altered by the technology.]

...bala'dash Marduk.

[oversleeps]

[ her touch evokes far more memory than he would've liked. marduk freezes there, though not as literally as one might expect with a death knight hanging around; suddenly, he remembers that collisions do generally require at least two.

he doesn't particularly want to look at her, but her greeting makes him glance over anyway. seviilia now doesn't appear to be anything special, but his eyes alight on her earring-- a funny detail to remember about someone you last saw trying to literally tear you apart-- and he knows there's no way he could've just imagined the cold twice in a row.

there is a distinct feeling of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach now, but he cracks a smile despite it. ] Fancy seeing you here. [ he does not sound much like he fancies it at all. ]

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Fancy indeed.

[He is released almost instantly after that, but she does not tangibly increase the distance between them.

She keeps her voice quiet -- if anyone is nearby who might recognize Marduk or herself, she does not want them to hear of this meeting. Even if it had been by accident in truth, it would never be seen that way after everything that had happened. She gives him a once over before smiling just a bit too pleasantly in the shadow of her hood.]

I much prefer your true form.

[oversleeps]

[ as soon as her hand leaves his arm, his own takes its place, hesitantly mirroring her touch as though she'd left some grievous wound behind. while the cold does not sink into his bones the way he feels it likely should have, it still lingers in his clothing.

marduk's smile gets a little more strained. ]

If only I could say the same to you. [ someone else brushes past him then, and he remembers that they're still quite in public-- enough that maybe, if he fucks with her a little bit, she won't even be able to feed him his own kidneys right away in return.

well, maybe. he tests the theory anyway, using one finger to lift seviilia's chin up. he peers at her then, leaning in and pretending to examine her disguise more closely. ] Can't say this is much better, though.

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[If he was hoping she would react or resist, she does not. In fact, she lets her head roll a bit to the side on his finger, waiting for the chill of her skin to creep him out enough to pull away. The tilting of her chin only serves to reveal the extent of the rune-circuit-turned-scar around her neck.]

One of the many joys of undeath, hm? I think the technology hides everything quite well, safe for a few features.

[She gives him a pointed once-over, but never lifts her hand to move his away. Seviilia is confident Marduk doesn't have the bravado to continue his charade for long.]

I am not particularly fond of humans myself. Too...small.

[Context of "small"? Who knows???]

[oversleeps]

[ the cold is starting to hurt, just a bit, but he doesn't pull his hand away. instead he trails his finger down her throat, tracing a line along the pattern of her rune circuit. the point of his nail isn't visible beneath the hologram, but he presses it into her skin all the same.

he only pauses when she looks him over again; he has no idea how he's managed to keep his smile in place. ]

Leaves a lot to be desired. [ technology, humankind, whichever. ] Which doesn't explain why you're here-- I thought you didn't like crowds.

[miscreant]

I don't.

[The mention of the crowd reminds her of its presence, and close press of heartbeats around her. That is what causes her to finally lift a hand to push his away from her neck after his nail has gone as far as the bottom of her throat.

Her eyes close briefly to block it out before they open again to settle back on Marduk's face.]

But sometimes they are unavoidable.

[oversleeps]

[ he holds his hand awkwardly there, exactly where she's pushed it to, before finally letting it drop. well. the eye contact he can't keep; marduk glances away, gazing out into the throng of people around them. ]

Oh? And what possible wonders could this amazing city hold for you? [ aside from all the living people who would no doubt die beneath her heel, that is. but predators don't go into the middle of the flock for their meals-- they pick off the stragglers, and if that was her aim this conversation wouldn't even be happening. ] You seem to have plenty of trinkets as is. [ the earring. ]

[miscreant]

[The pair of stormy gray eyes roll to the side. She completely ignores the trinket bait. If there was anyone she did not want to talk about Aelaidas with, it was Marduk.

Her eye contact doesn't move from his face. She does not miss his unwillingness to keep it.]

My supplies for more practical living in the wild are limited.

[oversleeps]

[ really. he does look back at her at that, giving her a sidelong glance. ]

Practical living-- for who? [ please, lady. he's been dead before. he knows you don't really need that much. ] All the company you keep?

[miscreant]

Myself.

[She doesn't appear put off by his question, and merely offers a small shrug.]

I like to keep my hands busy.

[And, depending on how much attention he was paying to said hands, one of them will come up to his face, and she will tap his nose with a long talon beneath the hologram. A not-so-innocent smirk cracks across her face again.]