if i come over, i'm probably not heading back here tonight i don't think Entrapta would appreciate it if i came back that drunk if i can even walk after however much it takes
just i guess as a heads up that i would have to stay over i'm sure you hate the idea as much as i do
[she'll never get used to Chandra's home, but she's spent enough time chasing punks away from it that she knows how to get there by heart. maybe it's the Bond, or maybe she just learned that it's a safe place to go if she ever needs to, but it's probably just the Bond. involuntary information beamed into her brain by magic and definitely not anything else. she knocks on the door but doubts she'll have to wait very long.]
[the door opens a bit later, and Chandra waves cheerfully. She had actually been setting up a place for them, not hovering right at the door.]
Hey you.
[Gesturing, she waves Emerald into the living room. Which has a nice atmosphere going on, really. Liliana wanted a house fit for a Gothic aristocrat, and she got it...but right now it's well lit with a fire roaring in the fireplace (obviously), and two big bottles of red wine with cups resting on a table. Alongside cheese and crackers, and a packet of hard candies.]
It's getting chilly out, so I built up the fire a bit.
[it's not bad. it's not Emerald, which is why she doesn't come by often, but it's hard to deny that it's upscale as hell and better than Em herself probably deserves.]
You get cold? I thought that was something you didn't have to deal with. [it takes her until about mid-sentence to realize it's for her own benefit, and since the best thing she has by way of a coat is that brown sports jacket that she hasn't started wearing yet over the green mock turtleneck she has on, she nestles herself down close to the fire.]
So. You really just want me to get drunk and talk about my life. That's really the plan here.
[there's... so much of what's going on is for Emerald's benefit; she's not dumb and she knows that coincidences don't usually work in her favor. but Chandra isn't calling attention to it. she doesn't need Emerald to know that it's for her. that's different. in a good way, she thinks; there's feelings of warmth and safety coming through, slowly but surely.]
I only really do social drinking anyway. It's not really a good idea for me to drink alone. [because of a few things. but there was definitely a reason the only two people here who had or would see her really drunk were the people she trusted the most out of the ones she'd met so far.] And this is about as social as I'm gonna get, I guess. Hope you're ready for some bleak shit.
[Chandra plunks down, and begins pouring out a cup. To the brim.
And then another.]
I'm ready for whatever you have to tell me. I've...seen some pretty bleak shit myself. I'll spare you the gory details though. I don't want to give you nightmares.
[probably for the best. Emerald bites back the comment about how she already had nightmares and takes her glass, carefully raising it to her lips. taking a slow draw without waiting for any kind of toast or anything like that, she swallows and speaks. and she wants it to be more dramatic, but she's not there yet.]
I owe everything I am today to Cinder. And I know I told you that already, but... [her face twists, not at the wine but at what she's saying. how the words are still too hard to come by. and she exhales.]
Sorry. I don't think I can start yet. It's... too much and I'm thinking about it too much. We should talk about something else first.
[her free hand goes up to her mouth and feels her teeth through her lips. it still feels unnatural to her touch, but it hasn't really gotten in the way of much yet, mercifully.]
It feels like they don't fit right in my mouth. Which, I mean, they don't, but... I don't know. It's weird having to feel it in reality instead of just as a dream. [she punctuates that with another drink from her cup. she'll need to do that more and faster if she actually wants to get to the stuff she needs to talk about.]
Back home I can make people think my body looks like whatever I want it to. Now it's totally out of my control. That's weird, too. [she's eloquent.] I don't like it.
{Chandra is a little slower with her own cup. But downs a bit of it, watching Emerald talk.]
That would be unusual. I've never done transformative magic, myself. And I'm terrible at glamours. But I imagine that if it's something you do often, that's really troublesome.
[No shit, Chandra.]
I could maybe see about trying to enchant a belt for you to hide the changes?
It's fine. Don't worry about it. [she waves her hand and shakes her head while she sets her cup down, brief though she knows it'll end up being.]
I'll still be able to feel them, and if... I don't know, if some more Dorchacht crap happens, I want them to know that a Monster is making their lives hell. I don't want them thinking it's one of their own.
[she leans forward and picks up her cup again, and says one more thing before taking another drink.] I want them to know it's the people they thought they could crush coming back and fucking all of them up.
[normally that would've been concerning, the thought of modifying herself with magic like that, but as she'd grown to know Chandra she'd become much more comfortable with the idea. especially if it means... safety. protection. however that manifests. heh, she kind of sounds like a badass, doesn't she? talking like this. it feels... comfortable again.]
I hope it doesn't, but I don't think we're gonna be that lucky. I don't think Dorchacht is done with us. And we still have the Cwyldtid out there, too... but at least I know where I can go to stay warm this winter. [assuming they have winter here. she looks up at Chandra and there's a hint of a smile.]
[Chandra waves a lazy hand towards the fire and it grows, heating the room quite nicely. The cozy atmosphere she's wanting is important. Making her bonded feel comfortable is important...because she cares. Weirdly, she's growing into a sap, herself.]
I'm not. You were always a sap deep down. You're just safe, now. So you can show it.
[she's not sure how much she likes being read that easily, but Chandra's psychically connected with her every emotion; it shouldn't be much of a surprise. the warmth in her heart grows with the warmth in the room, and after another drink, she's smiling a little more openly. feeling a little less guarded. not because the alcohol is taking effect, but because Chandra's right. she's safe now. she's safe now and she can just forget about the things waiting for her back in Remnant.]
Yeah. I just need to find a way to make my head stop... telling me that everything I'm letting myself not worry about is going to come back and bite me. [she might as well say it, right?] I need to convince myself it's actually okay to relax. It feels like it's been so long since I could do that.
Like I said. If anyone gives you shit...I'll blow them to smithereens. I don't care if it's man, beast, or god.
[That's totally not the point but it's what she knows. She knocks back her own cup a bit, then leans into the couch cushion with a sigh.]
And when we're done, I'll help you out, Em. Doesn't matter what kind of trouble you've got yourself into on Remnant. I protect my people. And you're important to me, so just...let yourself relax.
[She laughs softly to herself.]
Gids always chided me for being so quick to commit to jumping in to help, but Jace always said that being friends with me was like being friends with a volcano. I'm gonna erupt one way or another, may as well point me at the bad guys.
[this is one of the ways Chandra differs from Cinder, Em is realizing. there's never been any sense of... that volcano thing with Cinder, or at least there hasn't that Em's ever noticed. she's always been in control and perfectly composed (except those couple times she hadn't but those were just bad days she's pretty sure) and Chandra is. not that. and somehow Chandra feels safe... safer? no, she can't let herself—ugh. she takes another drink of wine.]
It's not that I'm getting myself into trouble back home. [she might as well start. she doesn't have to start with everything all at once, but.] I... work for Cinder, who works for Salem. And Cinder and Salem don't get along, and now Cinder isn't really.
[sigh.] Cinder isn't in the picture anymore. Which means I work for Salem now. The trouble found me.
I do believe that. I believe you. It took a long time but I'm... you know, turning around on it.
[she sounds a little more tired than she'd like, even if the physical contact gives rise to a small smile. there's more warmth in her chest than the fire and wine can be responsible for.]
But that's just the place I'm coming from, you know? I... I mean, I grew up on the street until Cinder took me in. [okay, sure. she can just say that right now.] It's hard to shake. I could be... totally safe, but I can't trick myself into calming down.
Believe it or not, I get that. I know I haven't talked much about how I grew up, but after I Planeswalked for the first time, I really...kinda lived a life like that. I just fell in with the monks at the monastery at Keral Keep, or I'd probably have ended up finding someone to follow, just like you.
[There's a lot of warmth in her, too, definitely not from the wine. More the light of empathy than anything else.]
I just...learned to kinda bluster my way through life, and because of that I've gotten a handle on my fears. And because I had good friends to make me feel safe and welcome.
[there's... a lot to take in just from that, really. the idea that maybe the reason Chandra feels familiar is more than just the comparison with Cinder. it's hard to come up with a good response to that that wouldn't be oversharing, but eventually she just decides... fuck it. it doesn't matter.]
Nobody's really made me feel exactly like this before. Cinder wouldn't invite me over for drinks and a conversation like this. Mercury was the closest thing I had to a friend and he would never do anything like this. [there's kind of a. bitter look on her face as she comes to this realization, but she drinks a little more to wash it away.] The only people who would probably ever treat me like this are the heroes over on team RWBY. The ones Cinder wanted me to infiltrate and take out.
[she thinks of everyone, and then she thinks of Yang and her face twists again.] And if Cinder's dead because of them, then it's never gonna happen.
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you really want to hear all of that?
i guess you don't know what you're in for.
yeah, we'll see if i can drown my inhibitions like that, i guess.
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Come over? I've got wine.
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i don't think Entrapta would appreciate it if i came back that drunk
if i can even walk after however much it takes
just i guess as a heads up that i would have to stay over
i'm sure you hate the idea as much as i do
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So tragic.
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i'm on my way.
[she'll never get used to Chandra's home, but she's spent enough time chasing punks away from it that she knows how to get there by heart. maybe it's the Bond, or maybe she just learned that it's a safe place to go if she ever needs to, but it's probably just the Bond. involuntary information beamed into her brain by magic and definitely not anything else. she knocks on the door but doubts she'll have to wait very long.]
It's me. Ready to do this, I guess.
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Hey you.
[Gesturing, she waves Emerald into the living room. Which has a nice atmosphere going on, really. Liliana wanted a house fit for a Gothic aristocrat, and she got it...but right now it's well lit with a fire roaring in the fireplace (obviously), and two big bottles of red wine with cups resting on a table. Alongside cheese and crackers, and a packet of hard candies.]
It's getting chilly out, so I built up the fire a bit.
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You get cold? I thought that was something you didn't have to deal with. [it takes her until about mid-sentence to realize it's for her own benefit, and since the best thing she has by way of a coat is that brown sports jacket that she hasn't started wearing yet over the green mock turtleneck she has on, she nestles herself down close to the fire.]
So. You really just want me to get drunk and talk about my life. That's really the plan here.
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[She shrugs. It really haaaad been more for Emerald, but she won't say that. She won't hurt a friend's pride.]
And if you want. I just wanted wine and could use the company. Drinking alone is pathetic, I think.
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[there's... so much of what's going on is for Emerald's benefit; she's not dumb and she knows that coincidences don't usually work in her favor. but Chandra isn't calling attention to it. she doesn't need Emerald to know that it's for her. that's different. in a good way, she thinks; there's feelings of warmth and safety coming through, slowly but surely.]
I only really do social drinking anyway. It's not really a good idea for me to drink alone. [because of a few things. but there was definitely a reason the only two people here who had or would see her really drunk were the people she trusted the most out of the ones she'd met so far.] And this is about as social as I'm gonna get, I guess. Hope you're ready for some bleak shit.
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And then another.]
I'm ready for whatever you have to tell me. I've...seen some pretty bleak shit myself. I'll spare you the gory details though. I don't want to give you nightmares.
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I owe everything I am today to Cinder. And I know I told you that already, but... [her face twists, not at the wine but at what she's saying. how the words are still too hard to come by. and she exhales.]
Sorry. I don't think I can start yet. It's... too much and I'm thinking about it too much. We should talk about something else first.
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[Chandra's eyes dance over Emerald for a moment.
What to talk about? It's hard. But she has at least one thing she can say.]
I like the teeth. They're cute.
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[her free hand goes up to her mouth and feels her teeth through her lips. it still feels unnatural to her touch, but it hasn't really gotten in the way of much yet, mercifully.]
It feels like they don't fit right in my mouth. Which, I mean, they don't, but... I don't know. It's weird having to feel it in reality instead of just as a dream. [she punctuates that with another drink from her cup. she'll need to do that more and faster if she actually wants to get to the stuff she needs to talk about.]
Back home I can make people think my body looks like whatever I want it to. Now it's totally out of my control. That's weird, too. [she's eloquent.] I don't like it.
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That would be unusual. I've never done transformative magic, myself. And I'm terrible at glamours. But I imagine that if it's something you do often, that's really troublesome.
[No shit, Chandra.]
I could maybe see about trying to enchant a belt for you to hide the changes?
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I'll still be able to feel them, and if... I don't know, if some more Dorchacht crap happens, I want them to know that a Monster is making their lives hell. I don't want them thinking it's one of their own.
[she leans forward and picks up her cup again, and says one more thing before taking another drink.] I want them to know it's the people they thought they could crush coming back and fucking all of them up.
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[Chandra's smile is nothing short of wicked. Harsh, even.]
I've been working on some new things. Spells that make other people stronger. Give them the strength of a hill giant. Or make them move faster.
You'll have the opportunity, if it comes up, to really fuck them up.
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[normally that would've been concerning, the thought of modifying herself with magic like that, but as she'd grown to know Chandra she'd become much more comfortable with the idea. especially if it means... safety. protection. however that manifests. heh, she kind of sounds like a badass, doesn't she? talking like this. it feels... comfortable again.]
I hope it doesn't, but I don't think we're gonna be that lucky. I don't think Dorchacht is done with us. And we still have the Cwyldtid out there, too... but at least I know where I can go to stay warm this winter. [assuming they have winter here. she looks up at Chandra and there's a hint of a smile.]
You're turning me into a real sap, Chandra.
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[Chandra waves a lazy hand towards the fire and it grows, heating the room quite nicely. The cozy atmosphere she's wanting is important. Making her bonded feel comfortable is important...because she cares. Weirdly, she's growing into a sap, herself.]
I'm not. You were always a sap deep down. You're just safe, now. So you can show it.
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Yeah. I just need to find a way to make my head stop... telling me that everything I'm letting myself not worry about is going to come back and bite me. [she might as well say it, right?] I need to convince myself it's actually okay to relax. It feels like it's been so long since I could do that.
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[That's totally not the point but it's what she knows. She knocks back her own cup a bit, then leans into the couch cushion with a sigh.]
And when we're done, I'll help you out, Em. Doesn't matter what kind of trouble you've got yourself into on Remnant. I protect my people. And you're important to me, so just...let yourself relax.
[She laughs softly to herself.]
Gids always chided me for being so quick to commit to jumping in to help, but Jace always said that being friends with me was like being friends with a volcano. I'm gonna erupt one way or another, may as well point me at the bad guys.
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It's not that I'm getting myself into trouble back home. [she might as well start. she doesn't have to start with everything all at once, but.] I... work for Cinder, who works for Salem. And Cinder and Salem don't get along, and now Cinder isn't really.
[sigh.] Cinder isn't in the picture anymore. Which means I work for Salem now. The trouble found me.
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[Chandra leans forward, her smile confident and composed.]
But Salem's found trouble, Em. I'm bigger trouble.
[Reaching a hand out comes naturally, patting the other's shoulder.]
So you don't need to worry about Salem. If you believe nothing else I say, believe that.
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[she sounds a little more tired than she'd like, even if the physical contact gives rise to a small smile. there's more warmth in her chest than the fire and wine can be responsible for.]
But that's just the place I'm coming from, you know? I... I mean, I grew up on the street until Cinder took me in. [okay, sure. she can just say that right now.] It's hard to shake. I could be... totally safe, but I can't trick myself into calming down.
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[There's a lot of warmth in her, too, definitely not from the wine. More the light of empathy than anything else.]
I just...learned to kinda bluster my way through life, and because of that I've gotten a handle on my fears. And because I had good friends to make me feel safe and welcome.
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[there's... a lot to take in just from that, really. the idea that maybe the reason Chandra feels familiar is more than just the comparison with Cinder. it's hard to come up with a good response to that that wouldn't be oversharing, but eventually she just decides... fuck it. it doesn't matter.]
Nobody's really made me feel exactly like this before. Cinder wouldn't invite me over for drinks and a conversation like this. Mercury was the closest thing I had to a friend and he would never do anything like this. [there's kind of a. bitter look on her face as she comes to this realization, but she drinks a little more to wash it away.] The only people who would probably ever treat me like this are the heroes over on team RWBY. The ones Cinder wanted me to infiltrate and take out.
[she thinks of everyone, and then she thinks of Yang and her face twists again.] And if Cinder's dead because of them, then it's never gonna happen.
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