[sansa, in her room, in a day dress and eyepatch, while lady pants amiably in the background.]
Hallo Vi, I hope you're well, I only wanted to tell you I have to go dreamwalking with Lazarus, and not to come looking for me. Well, unless something's gone wrong and Lady comes to fetch you, I suppose. You should probably call another Paleblood, if that seems to be the case. Adaine would likely be best. We should be back by morning, in any case. Try not to set anything on fire.
[her tone is light. she doesn't expect either of these things to happen.]
[when vi switches on her own video she's in what looks to be a some sort of studio space, a curtain behind her, various inks and a tattoo gun on a table behind her.]
Got it. I guess I'll see you guys when you get back from dreamland. [??] If anything goes sideways then I'll call Adaine. Good luck and good ...dreams.
[vi's not very worried. she's not 100% sure what's involved with dreamwalking, but that's a day ending in y. sansa is more than capable, knows a lot more than she does, and then there's lazarus. it's not like they're not going to be careful. ]
[oh dear lord this is terrible timing but fuck if silco is going to ruin this. he is not going to be the reason she flakes out on this kid. he is not going to be a reason for anything, nope. she is FINE. she is not mad at all. her whole shit has not been turned upside down in an eyeblink and she is not twitchy or on edge at all. IT'S A GREAT DAY FOR THIS. REALLY.
...well, maybe it could be a good distraction.]
i know who you are
all day i don't have to be anywhere dangerous til it gets dark
[It takes Silco a few days before he even understands how to use the Omni and its network, even as intuitive and tailored as the device is, and he likely has to ask someone for help with private measaging. Which means she gets a few days of stewing before he contacts her again.]
You left before I could say thank you.
[Not that he would have, or really intends to now, he's just delighted to be able to taunt her from an unpunchable distance and faking good graces to take the high road seems like a good start.]
[she can respect the straightforwardness of the username. that's where her respect ends, though. there is no little emote that captures any of her feelings on seeing this (which is better than hearing it if she's honest) and she's taken a long while to respond. had she briefly entertained several rows of the middle fingers? yes. was it possible for someone tech (or magic?) savvy to jam up his entire inbox with middle finger emotes? possibly. she doesn't seriously consider it, but it manages to make her smile a little. it's a bitter flicker of a smile, and it is hard won. a scream had come before it, not too long after: a flurry of fists against beastflesh (more screams lost to the noise of that fight), and finally tears - but, again ...if she's honest: those had been there throughout.]
Fuck you. Look at you turning over a new leaf oops it's FAKE THOUGH You looked like you needed some time to yourself. I get it. [true. now to redirect the bullshit. okay. what would sansa say? what would vi say to someone she didn't hate? if this were anyone else at all.]
There's no need to say it, but I appreciate the time you took to do it anyway. I won't forget that.
[sansa is in cellar door, surrounded by a lot of people with very long hair. many of them have overgrown fingernails, one of them standing next to her is trimming them with her embroidery scissors. she looks upset. they look angry. someone behind her is admiring their very large cloud of curly hair while another person holds their half-grown out box braids next to them in horror. a few people have upsetting bumps in their skin where piercings used to be. there are a lot of coughing noises as people spit out bullets, tumors, and various bodily abnormalities and remnants. a few people dig surgical pins out of their clothes. and a very angry man holding an elaborately carved and jeweled prosthetic arm is crowding into the frame with sansa.]
Hallo, Vi? I was hoping you might be able to tattoo this man's arm to match his prosthetic. I don't know what happened, exactly, but I think it was Vileblood magic. Some people seem to think it came from me...
[a woman presses closer and demands sansa 'fix' her facial piercings. sansa turns, her face a stony mask.]
I can't, I'm not a Vileblood. I'm sorry. Here...
[she digs pale bloodstone beads out of the coin purse at her belt and presses them on the woman. she turns back to vi.]
Do you know anyone who could help with earrings? It would be Vileblood magic, just moving the skin around...
[some people express skepticism that vileblood magic exists or does this. sansa snaps at them.]
Of course it is. Have you never been to the Lumenarium? Vilebloods make the best Blood Ministers, because their magic is all to do with the body. I should know, I'm a Paleblood.
[she hands out more pale bloodstone beads to some cross looking long-haired people.]
You'll have to get it cut, I don't know how to do it, I'm sorry.
[she looks at vi a bit helplessly.]
Do you know of any barbers, or people who braid hair?
[someone in the crowd calls out for a loctician. sansa doesn't know what that is, but she repeats it.]
A..loctician?
[another person hobbles forward on one high-heeled shoe, waving an elaborately decorated prosthetic leg. sansa sighs.]
[vi stares at this for a moment, trying to process all of it - and there's a lot - the hair is odd enough - but the skin? it doesn't look like the thing infecting people, turning them into beasts - this is ...did that person just spit out a bullet? that. is a lovely arm there. held by a man with two arms, so...]
Um---
---Sansa, can you ....hold the screen up, or ...don't worry about it, I'll just---
[she is just going to raise her voice and try to speak as slowly, clearly and authoritatively as she can.] Hi. Hey. Vileblood here and reporting for duty. I just need everyone to chill out a little so I can figure out what I can help with and what I can't. Good news is: I can help about half of this.
First off, blood is weird and I'm not a darkblood, but I've smashed some things into walls without using my hands if you catch my drift, and time stopped and it was weird, so yeah.
Blood.
Weird.
We don't know why but it's probably ....why all of this is happening. And we'll do our best to get it all fixed up and back the way it ...was.
Lady Rook, Sansa, Alayne, Fancysatchel is not a vileblood. You got me? Are we good, there?
[pauses, waits a moment.]
Earrings in ears? Yeah, I can fix that. Nose? Sure. Anything ...more hardcore than that and I'm gonna have to say the Lumenarium's the best place, because I can't just ...move skin around.
If you need a name, ask for Palamedic---
[sigh]
Palamedes. If you need my name, it's Vi. My name's also on my face, so that's convenient for all of us.
You want this? One side shaved and the rest all choppy? [points to her own haircut] Then, yeah, I can do this, but you probably don't want me to. If you have straight hair and you just need the length cut off, I can do that. I can even do bangs if you want, but you're better off asking someone else.
I know a barber in Crenshaw, but I don't know if she can do braids. I can only do like, one long braid, or two long braids?? But it's not precise or fancy because I, the vileblood that has vileblood magic in my weird, stinky blood that definitely does exist, thank you, -- I am not a hair person, or a loc...tician?
But I can ask around. My barber's name's Drea, and again, feel free to use my name - just have them put it on my tab. Even if you want this hair? They can do it better, I promise.
[please don't ask vi to cut your hair]
The arm? The leg? Yeah, those I can do. If you want jewels, I dunno, but there's a lot of cool stuff and different inks, so I can look into that. But, yeah, if I can study the designs, if you can bring them to Ursula's, I can ink your new limbs to match your old ones.
Hell, a really good blood minister might even be able to remove the limbs again, but that's your call. It's a vileblood thing, for sure. Just not my thing. My thing is tattoos. And a couple of easy piercings.
I've uh. I've got this. Some of it. Sansa? We can worry about payment after it's all sorted, 'kay?
( It's a seemingly random call one night, but the snake in question does have a purpose. His Sleeper is... changing, and the Omen experiences changes as a result. One of which being that he now has a voice, where before he'd been silent for an entire year.
And he's reaching out to other Omens, following spirit-threads to the entities at the other side. When the python mentally bumps against one, he shyly approaches. His voice is soft and strange, reminiscent of his name itself. Susurrus: a hiss, a buzz, wind whispering through the trees. There's something almost alien to him. )
(vi will receive an image of her tree house being half-way built! naturally in the photo, there are tools everywhere and wood. and also in the photo, mr. bananas is sitting there who looks like he is taking a break? which is funny because in reality, he hasn't done a DAMN thing.
and also in the shot, is jinx's hand doing a "thumbs up" -- indication of "yep, this is going smoothly and right on schedule".)
[jinx gets back a thumbs up - backdrop: her own room, a comforter full of crumbs - she can hear the hammering going on - and she laughs at the omen's expression of 'wow this work is hard i sure need this break'.
it's cool to watch (and hear) jinx build something up there. her own space.
in a while she'll climb out of her window and sit on the roof, whistling out a call jinx might recognize.]
[she replays this a few times, trying to gain any insight on what he could have meant when he sent this. jun's not usually this open with his feelings without prompting, and sometimes even then (mostly even then) it's a lot of unsaid things, so this is very unexpected.
The he in this equasion could be manabu. it probably is, but she can't bet on it a hundred percent. and the her? well, she doesn't want to assume anything. she shouldn't assume - but a part of her (and that part's tightening her throat and her chest just now) gently nudges her toward considering, at least.
she hasn't dealt with a misfiring omni, so that doesn't occur to her. she knows jun, they see each other regularly, so ...he must have wanted her to see this? maybe it's trench and some new compulsion to reach out? maybe it's the bloodstones?
but that last statement? um. no. no.
when she replies it's from her room, a wall of open windows punctuated by paper stars behind her.]
Hey, Jun. It sounds like you're talking this through and maybe need a second opinion? What do you think's a mistake? Or ...what's making you think that?
You know nobody would want you to give your life, right? Nobody worth a shit, anyway. [she can see a pthumerian putting this thought in his head, though. or even a cultist.] Did somebody feed you that line of shit? 'Cause I'll break their jaw.
i think it would be really awesome if a scientist could genetically engineer manatees to be like the size of goldfish so i could have one in my fishbowl and be like FUCK YEAH TINY MANATEE
Make it start the voice writing. The speaking text. I want to test it. No do not write that. Does this entertain you? Why will you not tell me how to use this properly? Fine. Alif. Alif bāh jīm. Erase it myself? Then what is Just begin again.
I do not know if you will see this but I have seen some troubling movements by certain Sleepers. You may know them by the very extreme modifications to their skin sort of tribal looking though I am led to believe some look fairly ordinary perhaps a little sickly. The streets are more dangerous these days. Please take care and try to stay in public areas. Hide in plain sight. We will also be needing potatoes. I will try not to burn them this time.
Sorry, can't today. Practice got out of hand. It was fun, but Kacchan and I got carried away. My hair looks like my Omen's from the explosions again. But I'm fine! I mean, if you don't mind me coming over looking like this and smelling like gross ointment again...
okay how the hell are you going to pronounce this shit obviously you gotta do a cover of it because it goes fucking hard (they so in it, in it) but you can barely handle japanese and you're trying korean? what's wrong with you christ just put your nose to the grindstone on it, if the man so white you can't see him can pull off mandarin then you can do hangul gotta remember to thank vi for shoving this in rin's whole music repository
[the books were one thing - you had to at least pick one up hoping to read a new story, but ...decorations doling out memories now? that's just weird. and rude. but is it as bad as july? as upside down/wrong trench? az the fucking sleeper farm? against those, she can't complain. she's less bothered by people seeing her past than she is at the prospect of being an unwelcome witness to someone else's worst day.]
not at all but hey look at me all aware now yeah hit me i guess
hey. im on my flow. and im out of stuff. do u or sansa have any to spare? ill send bananas to pick them up if u do.
im staying home until its over.
( while jinx isn't afraid to take on beasts, she knows during this time for women, they are consider as a sacrifice to... whatever twisted thing the pthumerians are into. and it's always easy to tell it's that time of month of her due to her hair. it's a mixture of blonde, icey-white blue, and red. and the last time she was out and about while feeling this way, she... almost harmed herself severely on accident.
of course, that's a secret she carries. jinx doesn't want anyone to fuss over the fact she nearly fucked herself over. her omen believes it's not a good idea for jinx to keep it to herself. because what if she does accidentally impale herself in the stomach with an icicle? the girl doesn't think it'll ever happen as long as she stays away from everyone for a few days. but when has isolation ever helped anything regarding her? although, what can she do? jinx is literally a ticking bomb during her cycle -- way more than usual. )
[she does, in fact, have things to spare, of several varieties. her first days in trench were gathering supplies, and the subsequent weeks were sorting through options. she'd fallen into first aid out of necessity, and that has translated into keeping an expanded kit in the rookery. so she rummages through that, and pulls out everything she can think of that jinx could make use of.]
i got u ive got so much stuff not just THAT STUFF but cookies and a hot water bottle and hot rocks more cookies tea and i can find u painkillers if u need those for like the inside bc my blood only works on the outside
i can hang w/u sometimes i gotta ask u some stuff anyway its not bad stuff
I wasn't sure if you and your sister dyed your hair or not, in truth. Seeing you as a child I think confirmed it.
[guess who saw some fucked up memories!! from vi!! it's this guy.
this is a dead of the night kind of text, and it continues, unsure if she's even awake. tired but hey. what else is new for anyone.]
I had just started at the academy when the massacre at the bridge happened. The looks I got, you'd think I'd gone down there and murdered their precious enforcers myself. That is all they mourned, you know. The very few enforcers that were hurt or lost. They didn't even make mention of how many from the undercity died on that bridge. I didn't know until I went back down for a visit weeks later.
Apologies. I doubt you need to hear more ways Piltover wronged you.
[seeing you as a child. that's what does it, what clues her in. it also gives her an idea of ...what he may have seen. she's not exactly panicking, because she's told him the worst of it even if that was trench's doing and not her own - she'd made her peace with that months ago, almost right after it happened. it had felt ...not good, but she felt better to be able to spill those feelings, the messy truth of it. it had felt a little good when he blamed her, too, even if that had been trench, too. n, she's not panicking, but there's something different when you have to see a thing for yourself. or ...experience it. and then she reads the rest of it and she thinks she knows exactly what he's seen.]
Maybe we just started real young.
[it's the start of a funny joke, but her voice breaks a little, and only a little - she's not crying, she's just ...a little lost in the haze of memories she'd stuffed down where nothing else dwells. she can't seem to pull all of them back up no matter how hard she tries.]
I'm not surprised. I wish I were, but...
...I'm sorry you got the shit end of the stick, too. For nothing. I mean, you weren't breaking into their penthouses and making shit go boom, you were in their terms [another dead-on impersonation of cassandra kiramman] "rising above it". It being the audacity and bad luck to be born a Trencher. And if they were honest? Probably "rising above your station", which is all a bunch of bullshit.
They're not better, they just have more. They've never had to fight each other for a meal, or watch people waste away like it's just another day. Sometimes I feel sorry for them, because most of them would probably turn on each other faster and worse than we ever could. And the good ones? They'd never see it coming.
It means something that you know, that you knew, that you'd take the time to tell me this.
You don't owe me an apology. I'm only taking it because you're stubborn, but you're undercity stubborn. You've walked in both worlds, and maybe you feel like you don't belong in either, or only one of them, or maybe I'm talking out of my ass. But to me you're "one of us", whatever that means to you.
[ Some time before the 25th, Robby will give Vi a rather oddly-shaped bag rectangular in shape. She can open it up before the 25th if she really wants to, Robby will let her know, but regardless of when she does:
She will find her very own skateboard, with a wolf design similar to this in black and purple. It's nicely glossed, so as to stop easy wear and tear.
[Santa's little helper is working extremely hard this holiday season...especially when she should be hibernating, thank you very much. Alula, Ochako's very sizable grizzly bear Omen, didn't quite make it all the way to Vi's place of residence before her sleepiness got the better of her. There's a flopped over, sleepy oaf maybe a few dozen or so feet away, clearly someone's Omen because 1.) it's got a red and white striped scarf around its neck, and a green bow clipped into its fur by one ear.
And, y'know...the gift box between its paws. Said gift box is pretty basic - some red wrapping paper, brown yarn tying it together, and little drawings of stars, ornaments, and holly berries. Maybe even a snowflake. Inside the box are an assortment of goodies, though the one that probably sticks out the most is a pair of knit cat paw gloves as well as some kitty knuckle dusters and a guidebook on various forms of martial arts and self defense - with pictures and everything. Also, a plastic gift baggy of kitty shaped macarons. Seems there was a bit of a theme with this one...
Finally, a card with a drawing of a cat with a Christmas hat on its head on one side, and a note on the other:]
Dear Vi,
Don't know if you have any gift-giving or winter holidays in your world, but today is one of mine!! It's Christmas, where you're supposed to give gifts to friends, family, and loved ones. I know we haven't know each other for very long, but it's always nice to get a gift, right? I hope you like sweets, and the other items too, haha. Remind me to tell you about the Hero team called the Wild Wild Pussycats some time...I got the inspiration for these gifts from them.
The gloves may be a bit cutesy, but even tough guys need to keep our weapons nice and toasty. Please let me know if they fit well, or are too big or small. Other than that, hope you're doing well and that the cold and snow haven't buried you or anything. If you need anything at all, just let me or Bakugou know - we've stocked up pretty well here, and rescue is what I'm especially good at.
[yeah, he's probably already talked to vi about how all these winter holidays are baffling and he's tired of santa, both fictional and monster trench santa that's tried to kill him twice. #justtrenchthings
even so vi gets two packages from him sometime the last week of december. one is a very large box just full of junk. broken machines, metal bits, etc. 'jinx' is written on the side.
the other is an odd little metal disc with a paleblood gem smack in the middle. hextech baby. or bloodstone tech. it's about the size of her palm with a note attached that reads:
Vi,
I hope you don't terribly mind that I leave the gift for Jinx with you. I have no idea where she lives and you seem like a safe bet for someone she'll visit often. Just scrap, hopefully to be used for less destructive things than she may be inclined.
For you is something I've been working on for some time. There's a switch at the side you'll see, when triggered it will take about fifteen seconds before creating a field of influence in a small bubble, a few feet around the center. That field should send most things within it to sleep, even beasts. At the very least it would slow them down. It can be shut off by disturbing the outer shell of the field with blood, merely a drop will do.
I am aware punching things is your typical way of handling situations, but I'd like to know you have methods to help you escape if that does not work out. There is no one else I would rather have this, in truth.
[ On the week of the 25th, Vi will find a large wrapped gift waiting for her outside the Rookery. Beneath the paper is a detailed painting of strange, sharp violet-colored flowers with Sharon's sharp signature in the lower corner. A tiny note accompanies the gift.
u should have that its a p good song and rly i mean its p great
man i missed so much music
but look at u go u have YOUR OWN SONG
[mixed feelings, because of her own sads, her own deep rooted issues (get jinxed? (because you're a jinx! mylo was right!), but she's proud of this. kind of?]
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