( 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]

Is this the part where you ask me to cut to the chase, then? [ the way she words that, it's clear morgana has never used that particular slang before. she's only heard it recently - during jacopo's reign as the lord of the house... how ridiculous. ] Have you ever hated someone, Dirk? Wanted them to suffer? Has someone ever hurt you so deeply that you felt they deserved nothing but pain and misery for all their life, and their next lives? Have you ever thought someone so terribly horrible that it seemed fitting that they were punished on such a scale they might only be thrust into the very deepest pits of despair, again and again? You imagine their little head coming up for air, as if breaking the surface of the dark waters... only to be forcibly plunged back down.

I can make that happen, my dear. All those terrible, terrible people who have done nothing but cause hurt and pain and despair... Wouldn't it be nice to curse them?

[splinten]

[Huh.]

Yeah, sure. The Batterwitch deserves Hell and then some. I'd love to be the one to give it to her, even.

You're kind of weirdly into it. Who pissed you off?

[SOMEONE clearly has.]

[hating]

Never you mind that.

[ you have to PROVE to morgana you can handle her backstory. ...or else she just feels sad for telling you. ]

The woman who brought you misfortune is a witch, you say. Haha... a familiar tale, no doubt.

[splinten]

[Morgana you big baby.]

That wasn't really the issue.

The corporate tyranny and annihilation of the human race is more of my beef with her. 'Batterwitch' is just a nickname because she ran a baked goods empire.

[hating]

A glutton.

[ SINFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLUTTONY IS A SIN!!!!!! ]

A tyrant who built her kingdom upon the sins of mankind, committing all manner of horror where she went... Really, sounds exactly like a witch. Would you not agree, my dear?

[splinten]

Not really a witch thing, exactly.

More of a bitch thing.

[hating]

I fail to see what this woman has in common with a mutt.

[splinten]

It's slang for someone who is really difficult, unpleasant, and all-around awful to be around.

But 'Batterbitch' doesn't have the same catchiness to it as the other nickname.

[hating]

In other words... she is not actually a witch.

[splinten]

Nope. Just a huge asshole.

[hating]

In that case, what is your opinion of witches?

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

[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.]

[hating]

I can only assume your era is that of logic and thought, founded entirely on the mind. My own was that of spirituality, of magic... My, my, we are two ends of a spectrum, are we not, Dirk?

[splinten]

I don't know. I'd have to get a better sense of who you are, rather than what your era is, before I decided. Is that cool with you?