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eastbound2022-12-28 01:41 pm
faceblocker) wrote in eastbound2022-12-28 01:41 pm
un: magic wand (video)
So, I saw the blood, I just wanted to see if someone was really shitty at hiding bodies, but—
[ Out by the trio of wells, Vi's sporting a cozy red jacket that she 'liberated' before leaving Serthica. This close to the pocket watch, the scarring on her lip and brow is visible, along with her nose piercing and the VI tattoo under her left eye. She isn't wearing a hat despite her short hair and undercut, and when she leans over and swings the watch to face down, it's visible she's opted to do without gloves for the moment, too. One hand gripping the well is only protected by some dirty hand wraps.
The well she's leaning over is the one that should be lidded, but...that lid is a little bit broken and leaning against the side after a certain someone wrenched it off.
It's not easy to see from this high up, but the well is mostly empty, and down below is a skeleton dressed in a gown. ]
Not the kind of dead body I expected.
[ The pocket watch is tied around her belt so anyone watching can enjoy some Hardcore Henry motion sickness as Vi hops over the edge of the well and ping-pongs off the narrow sides to keep from dropping down into the three feet of what looks to be very dirty water. Somehow she manages to keep a grip without falling, but the watch stays on her waist so she can have both hands free.
Down here, the skeleton's dress is visibly tattered, and the water is filled with silt. The partially submerged skeleton is posed...almost like it's sleeping?
Just as Vi's trying to scrape closer for a better look, one of the innkeepers is heard fretting up above to not disturb the skeleton's napping spot. Something about the sun's glare. Since there's nothing else to see, Vi concedes and climbs back up, the pocket watch bringing the innkeepers into view when she lands back on the ground. Vi's husky voice can be heard 'asking' for (demanding) an explanation: "Sorry, but, what the hell?"
The innkeepers explain that they suspect the lady of the bones forgets each night where her final resting place is and keeps trying out each of the very similar wells. They lid the well they find her in every morning. The water returns in that well, nicely purified, once she's out each night.
It isn't until the lid's back on and they've left that Vi looks back to the video, more disturbed than when she had started. Are they getting their drinking water from magic haunted skeleton wells? ...Probably still better than the water she had back home. ]
Feels like we ought to pour one out for her. [ A softer mutter: ] And she should have a better grave marker...
[ Out by the trio of wells, Vi's sporting a cozy red jacket that she 'liberated' before leaving Serthica. This close to the pocket watch, the scarring on her lip and brow is visible, along with her nose piercing and the VI tattoo under her left eye. She isn't wearing a hat despite her short hair and undercut, and when she leans over and swings the watch to face down, it's visible she's opted to do without gloves for the moment, too. One hand gripping the well is only protected by some dirty hand wraps.
The well she's leaning over is the one that should be lidded, but...that lid is a little bit broken and leaning against the side after a certain someone wrenched it off.
It's not easy to see from this high up, but the well is mostly empty, and down below is a skeleton dressed in a gown. ]
Not the kind of dead body I expected.
[ The pocket watch is tied around her belt so anyone watching can enjoy some Hardcore Henry motion sickness as Vi hops over the edge of the well and ping-pongs off the narrow sides to keep from dropping down into the three feet of what looks to be very dirty water. Somehow she manages to keep a grip without falling, but the watch stays on her waist so she can have both hands free.
Down here, the skeleton's dress is visibly tattered, and the water is filled with silt. The partially submerged skeleton is posed...almost like it's sleeping?
Just as Vi's trying to scrape closer for a better look, one of the innkeepers is heard fretting up above to not disturb the skeleton's napping spot. Something about the sun's glare. Since there's nothing else to see, Vi concedes and climbs back up, the pocket watch bringing the innkeepers into view when she lands back on the ground. Vi's husky voice can be heard 'asking' for (demanding) an explanation: "Sorry, but, what the hell?"
The innkeepers explain that they suspect the lady of the bones forgets each night where her final resting place is and keeps trying out each of the very similar wells. They lid the well they find her in every morning. The water returns in that well, nicely purified, once she's out each night.
It isn't until the lid's back on and they've left that Vi looks back to the video, more disturbed than when she had started. Are they getting their drinking water from magic haunted skeleton wells? ...Probably still better than the water she had back home. ]
Feels like we ought to pour one out for her. [ A softer mutter: ] And she should have a better grave marker...
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She'll prop on the edge of one of the wells while listening, her breaths coming out in chilled puffs. Two families at war... That sounds...a tiny bit familiar. It definitely has her interest.
The ending makes her grimace, though. ]
Seriously?! That's a shitty ending. Aren't love stories supposed to have happy endings?
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Possibly, but life is full of bad endings, unfortunately. Not every love ends with them riding off into the sunset together. Some loves are forbidden and had no hope to begin with... But people will still fight for it, regardless.
Love makes even the hopeless think they have a chance, I suppose.
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[ Maybe she shouldn't have immediately related to her and Caitlyn before hearing that awful ending. She'd rather not think about how hopeless love can be... Thanks lady. ]
Whatever happened to this lady of the bones is probably just as fucked up, I guess. Maybe one of the ghosts haunted her and made her jump.
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[Winnie sits back and hums thoughtfully] I was going to say perhaps her death as happier, but I'm not sure how one can make death happy.
I have a million stories and poems in my head-- Would you like a happier one? Oh, I could always tell you my favorite!
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The offer for more stories snaps her back, and she sighs with a half-smile. She's not really interested in stories, but she's not going to shut down someone when they're excited about sharing something that's a 'favorite'. She shrugs with a nod. ]
Sure. Which one's your favorite?
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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Captain of my soul. I like that.
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No one will hold more command of me than I do of myself. That's something I decided early on in my youth! There's a reason the poem is my favorite.
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Guess if it works, it works. You seem to be doing all right. Do you write poetry and stories, too?
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[but she doesn't seem to really mind that much, though she shakes her head at Vi's question] Oh no, unfortunately I'm rubbish at creating art. I'm very good at copying and remembering, but I can't create.
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You don't have to maintain anything for anyone else. [ Pot meet kettle. ] I mean, what's the point? We all know why we're here. Maybe you'll get some inspiration for your own art if you're not wasting energy putting on a smile for everyone.