( for a death mechanic that's well and truly familiar by now, it still comes as a bit of a surprise that she wakes up. after all, this was a new world with new rules and new ruling powers that didn't seem all that excited to spell out the specifics (not a new concept!). not that long ago clarke had argued pettily with rita mordio that it made no sense to just let them die here, not when they were purported saviors of their universe. staking a claim to that side of the argument didn't necessarily mean she believed it, however, and she'd certainly had no desire to be the first to test it.
but, suddenly here she is. blinking awake 48 hours after being murdered by the doppelganger of herself and her best friend. the sun is low, her body aches from laying in one spot for so long (under an empty dumpster? inside an empty dumpster? half buried under construction gear and dirt in the nearby lot? to be decided!) and as clarke stares at the sky and traces back through the darkness of death to the last time she'd had this view —
she bolts straight upright. frantically scans around for any sign of her attacker or its grinning shadow that might as well have been a distorted reflection. she's free of the mind control, or at least the part that'd kept her paralyzed and defenseless but still flooded with the overwhelming fear and urge to run. still so indignantly angry that any of this even happened, to the point something like a vice has seized around her heart. and, finally on her feet and speed walking away from her temporary gravesite, she pulls up the display of contacts without even thinking much. grabs at that first and most familiar name and all but screams — )
Oh, that bitch. That fucking mirror image bitch, she killed me.
( had her killed, technically. but clarification will have to wait a moment, clarke's clicked off this call momentarily to also ring up rita mordio. righteous fury cannot be contained to a single conversation apparently. )
[After stashing a Certain Unwanted Item in her apartment, it occurs to her that Natsuno's heightened senses are very likely to notice, and she doesn't want him to worry. Right. How to casually let him know, then?]
Hey Natsuno. If you smell my blood or anything in my room, it's nothing to worry about. My arm's in the fridge until I figure out what to do with it.
[ Ping! Suddenly you receive a photo of.. a piece of paper with text on it? Apparently someone wanted to send you something, but didn't want to bother finding out where everyone lives..
It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here! ]
voice | un: griffin (backdated, early doppelganger event)
but, suddenly here she is. blinking awake 48 hours after being murdered by the doppelganger of herself and her best friend. the sun is low, her body aches from laying in one spot for so long (under an empty dumpster? inside an empty dumpster? half buried under construction gear and dirt in the nearby lot? to be decided!) and as clarke stares at the sky and traces back through the darkness of death to the last time she'd had this view —
she bolts straight upright. frantically scans around for any sign of her attacker or its grinning shadow that might as well have been a distorted reflection. she's free of the mind control, or at least the part that'd kept her paralyzed and defenseless but still flooded with the overwhelming fear and urge to run. still so indignantly angry that any of this even happened, to the point something like a vice has seized around her heart. and, finally on her feet and speed walking away from her temporary gravesite, she pulls up the display of contacts without even thinking much. grabs at that first and most familiar name and all but screams — )
Oh, that bitch. That fucking mirror image bitch, she killed me.
( had her killed, technically. but clarification will have to wait a moment, clarke's clicked off this call momentarily to also ring up rita mordio. righteous fury cannot be contained to a single conversation apparently. )
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text | un: mordio (early event)
Hey Natsuno. If you smell my blood or anything in my room, it's nothing to worry about. My arm's in the fridge until I figure out what to do with it.
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photo; just sending this bc fabian would have invited him, take things easy this month! <3
It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here! ]
text » un: aurora
I have added exchanging points for easier resurrections to our points system.
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