( OPEN ) system zero

[hating]

» WHO? Morgana + anyone who wants to get hit in the face with a communicator
» WHEN? 5/18, you know, around then
» WHERE? deck 6 corridors, observation deck
» WHAT? Morgana wakes up, thinks her communicator is possessed and then yells at the moons (Old Witch Yells At Space)
» WARNINGS? None, but I'll edit accordingly and warn in subject lines if anything comes up!


a; outside level 6 quarters

[ all things considered, this is not where she expected her soul to end up.

the cold, grimy floor of the deck corridor is not so unfamiliar to her that morgana is perplexed. no, it feels like somewhere she was before, and this dim lighting certainly doesn't help. there are key factors missing, and she uses those to ground herself. Don't forget about those things. It is not the same, she tells herself.

far less familiar to the girl is the device that buzzes. it comes alive, and it's looping message is curious. morgana thinks it's just someone speaking directly to her, and upon discovering it is not a person...

...the source of the noise, whatever this curious device is, must go. metal doesn't speak. morgana wastes no time in disposing of it.

by throwing it into the corridor.

you know, with her skeleton hand. there's a redhead with long braids lobbing her communicator down the corridor with such a disdain for the thing, you might think she was doing it for the vine.

hope it doesn't hit you in the face? ]

b; observation deck

[ the other point of offense was that hideous jumpsuit. morgana doesn't have spare clothing, though, so she raids the room she claims as her's, and can be spotted in the observation deck. the sheets off her bed have been pulled free of the mattress and wrapped around her like a cloak, covering most of her body. this is much more appropriate, she thinks - now, if she had a belt and some way to sew sleeves into it...

...but that's not why she's glowering out into space. her expression is hard, steely; she doesn't look particularly approachable. morgana is standing there, arms at her sides, one flesh hand exposed and one skeleton hand peeking out beneath the sheet settled over her shoulders. ]

...And I'm to believe there were two moons all this time? What sort of madman dreams up a world with two moons? I have to say, it's unique, at least.

[ she's calling it stupid. going quiet, the girl stands as still as a statue. she seems unaware anyone is at all present in the room with her...? ]

What are your ears for if not to listen? Decoration? I must say, my dear, I was hoping you might have an opinion on the doubling of that particular celestial body.

Comments

[hating]

In that case, what is your opinion of witches?

[ curiously, morgana's skeleton arm raises just enough to be seen. ]

[hating]

1099, 1603, 1707, and 1869 are the years I remember clearest. It seemed that house placed itself where it was most needed, regardless of time and space. Unusual, is it not? But for me, it was commonplace.

[ many people would let those words hang, and stop there, but morgana presses on; after all, why not? there's still a bit more teasing to be had. ]

I can't imagine it is something you've never thought of. The 1800s were a time of great change, when man created machine and man wondered if machine would overtake him. In such a fashion, it was probably inevitable that so many turned to spirituality and the unknown to wonder how far their inventions and machines would take them. Harsh metal was everywhere to be seen, medicine was rapidly developing... Surely, in a time like that is where a home such as mine would end up eventually.

[hating]

I haven't even the slightest clue of what horrible things you must cook up in that empty hollow of your's called a head.

[ crazy illusion? does he mean her arm? morgana glowers, looking down to the impersonal metal of the floor before she answers. it comes out like even giving him this much information about herself makes her feel ill - and it does. ]

Morgana.

[hating]

And how old are you now? You're quite spry, perhaps no older than seventeen years. No?

[hating]

Your words are as noxious as a donkey with a talkative rearend.

[ he talks a lot of bullshit, in other words. ]

I did not ask what you like. I asked where you learned your foul language.

[hating]

...You are right about that. For that reason, it is important a man like you watch your back, Ezra.

[hating]

[ 'a body without any real problems' quirks morgana's interest the most, in the end. she thinks of someone very special to her, in a strange way, and realizes that she mistook him for an angel, too. in some way, he ended up being so much more than that for morgana. ]

Curious, isn't it? How God will give you everything you could want, and then settles free will into the very base of your soul.

[ almost like a cruel joke. to want more was a sin; is that not what gluttony was? a love of food, for sure, but food is nourishment, is life - if you want more of life, then... is that not a sin? ]

[hating]

[ there's something very nostalgic about this experience, in his smile and the easy way it slips across his lips. it's as simple as sunlight falling on a rose, perhaps, and morgana thinks of a time where she might have met his gaze. today, she looks down to the impersonal metal of the observation deck's floor, and wonders how long it's been since she's felt capable of returning a stranger's smile. ]

...I'm sorry. I cannot think of an experience in my life worth sharing.

[ she isn't quite for long moment, however. people always ask questions, insist that, no, no, surely there's something. so morgana digs deep for a topic change, and dredges up one thing. ]

I heard stories of Midsummer celebrations. Did your calendar allow for such festivities?

[hating]

...Such a title no longer belongs to one such as me. I am merely as you are: a spirit wandering into my next life.

[ but, notably, morgana will not call herself a girl. she is no "girl" but a "spirit"... ]

Although I suppose if it is so thoroughly beat into you at this point, I can... act the part for your comfort. Don't forget to look into a mirror, my dear Giselle.

[ :) ]

[merging]

[Very glad to be called a man and not a boy, but what.]

... What do you mean?

[wingstosee]

Yeah. He's sort of an asshole like that?

[ pretty casual for blasphemy, venus. she knows that it's a sin, of course - just like everything else she's been talking about - but she doesn't seem to care too much. honestly, she looks more scandalized over the word "asshole" than attaching it to a deity. ]

But... honestly, it wasn't me that mattered. It never was? Haha. [ from someone else, it might sound bitter - but it's stated simply, like she's just telling the witch a fact. ] It only got really bad when I started to think about it. I mean, if I felt like that, how bad was it for other people? There's so much- hurt in the world. So many people hurting, a million times worse than me, and he just watches.

[ she laughs again - small, sad. ]

Doesn't that make you mad? Doesn't that make you absolutely inconsolable?

[potentite]

Indeed I am still a lad. I'm sixteen, ma'am!

[ryuji]

[Empty... hollow of a head. Ryuji stares at her. Doesn't know whether or not he adores her or hates her.]

...Uhh.... Obviously you can't cook shit up in my brain, because then I'd be dead.

[GOT 'EM.

He does, however, notice the discomfort in speaking about herself, which is fine. Ryuji picks up on it and doesn't press for information like he normally would. The typical stuff. What dimension of the world are you from, how messed up in Earth back where you're from. That sort of thing.]

Good to meet you. I'm Ryuji, by the way.

[possidetur]

( she was right, vanessa did find it unusual, and there were a few questions that came to mind. they weren't terribly pressing, and the woman's next words didn't give her the right opportunity to ask them )

If only those had been the only concerns. ( many did wonder about their inventions, particularly those involved with them or whom had lost jobs to machines, but vanessa's time had been occupied with something else )

I haven't heard of such a house, but I imagine if I did there would be many trying to use it.

[oculusriffs]

[that's an affirmative. they are bff4ever!! <3]

Man, I don't know. Same place you learned all your weird donkey insults, probably.

[hating]

I highly doubt that.

[splinten]

Pretty cool class, but I'm still not totally clear on their powerset. What Sburb lacks in guidelines it makes up for in absurd situations.

[He glances at her skeleton arm. Considering he has been fighting skeleton monsters for six months, it isn't very alarming.]

I know a dude who'd love that.

[hating]

Pardon me: what.

[splinten]

My friend Jake. He loves skulls.

[hating]

[ dully noted, but. ]

I haven't the faintest clue by what you mean when you said... "Sburb" or "class". I am speaking of witches, who alongside demons, work as agents for the Devil's work.

[splinten]

That depends on what the Devil's work is that they're doing. If a witch is doing something cruel to people on his behalf, then sure, a witch is a terrible person. A witch who doesn't do awful things is just a person with cool powers.

[hating]

Hmph... You are a peculiar man, Dirk. If only such thoughts came as simply to others as they do you.

[splinten]

Humans are a pretty mixed bag. Some of us think critically, some of us don't, and most of us do some combination of both depending on the subject.

[It's said with a shrug. He values his own willingness to look at these things without just accepting received wisdom, but he also knows it's easier for him in the 25th century to be chill about witches than people in other eras.]

[inwaits]

I won't. Thank you for humoring me.

[ so to speak. ]

I haven't shared a room with someone since my sister and I were children. It was always so cramped, but it kept things lively. I think we'll enjoy it.

[hating]

So long as you stay in your bed, I see no reason to think of it as "cramped" or "lively".