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PRISMATES Overflow (5.2020)

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Rey, 98 (Sanguis)

Was a soldier. Well, still am, just not active. Don't bother asking for what branch, it's complicated. Not seeing anyone, but also never been very good with this stuff. Still working out shit. Didn't had much time for people before, and now there's a whole lot of time to figure why people fill these things out. Go figure. God this is so fucking stupid. Apologies. How do you delete this?

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@France.

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[Funny. If Rey didn't know any better, she'd almost swear that he just asked her for coffee. She squints at her screen for a moment. Likewise, she has lesser luck at reading people's intentions over text than in person.]

sounds like you want coffee

long as youre buying

[Whatever, she can handle it.]

[amant]

[ oddly enough, she just might be right. What better excuse for coffee than company? ]

I know just the place. I can meet you there as soon as you're free.

[ blame both of his partners being responsible enough to have jobs for this blessed free time. ]

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[And Rey really has no one else to blame thank for all her free time, still not committing to a single place of dwelling or employment if she can help it. Fortunately, she's gotten by so far.]

free now

like you have nothing but time

[Is she going to regret this? Maybe. But she's beyond fucks given.]

Noctium TDM Overflow.

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▶ I. Shiny happy people [2]

It's not the first time Rey has woken up someplace she doesn't remember falling asleep in. Something tells her that it won't be the last. Though it is the first time she ended up somewhere that looked like a psychedelic fun house. Since stepping out of it and onto the barren landscape, she'd blinked at the desolate scenery of neon smoke.

"Mn. This looks about right, yeah," Rey had said to herself flatly, somehow unsurprised that she would end up in a place like this again after... what? Two years?

As she trudged forward, staggering across the rocky terrain and sidestepping the angry fissures, she'd come to note the sky is different again, too. The stars are even more alien than the ones she had seen when she had first awoken on the Iris moon. But what were the odds that she had been sent somewhere else, again?

Before she can get her answer, her steps become more unstable. Fumbling over herself until she faceplants on the ground. Shit, when did she get to be so tired?

When she attempts to push herself up onto her hands and knees, she wavers again. Feeling sick to her stomach, she throws her hands up over her mouth as her skin begins to burn as though she were magma. Steam pours passed her lips, then fire.

The last time this happened, an entire city was destroyed. Gone in a flash because she had blown up with one of the most catastrophic energies that existed in her world. Rey feels her eyes widen, fingers clawing at her throat, which doesn't help to calm her panic between hisses of "no no no nonononono!"

She just knows it -- she is going to explode again. And when she does, more people are going to die. It's inevitable. She brings this shit with her wherever she goes. Whatever made her believe for a second that she could escape it?

▶ II. All that glitters [1]

When the gems had mentioned something about an Embassy, Rey could only scoff. After spending a week cooped up in a floating science lab, she has had enough of people asking questions after all the poking and prodding. The gems back there had taken a particular interest in her physiology, having mistaken her for some kind of lifelike android when their tests revealed who she is. Rather, what she is.

So she takes the vouchers, but she turns heel fast the second they arrived at the hub, because fuck these guys.

Taking advantage of her newfound freedom again, dealing with more bureaucracy is the last thing on the mind when Rey catches passing snatches of conversation, roadside displays, and...

Robots. Goddamned dancing robots. Rey stops right there, her eyes narrowed as the crowd of captivated and amused gems drawn in by the musical number.

She doesn't realize it, but her teeth are gritting. Her fists and jaw clenched.

Honestly, if it hadn't been for her time in Lunatia, she would've drop-kicked one of them right then and there. But old habits die hard, and she'd be damned if the temptation wasn't at least there.

▶ III. Razzle dazzle them; [2]

For those who knew Rey, it should come as no surprise that she avoided the luxuries of the established housing. And just when she had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, the catch to be thrown in... it turns out that she was right.

These people... They were not as generous as the ones running Lunatia. The comforts came at a price, and she had grown rather impatient with the bombardment of texts that morning, urging the importance of Manna to this planet and some other guilt tripping nonsense.

"You fuckers desperate much?" Rey mutters under her breath as she switches off her phone, not hiding her disgust as she waits in line at a food cart. It's at least one thing she can blow her stipend on.

▶ IV. Wildcard;

[OOC: If none of these prompts tickle your fancy, I'll be happy to wildcard it. Also I'm fine with prose and brackets, I just default to prose unless someone has a preference.

[Lastly, Rey is a CRAU from Prisma. If any fellow Prisma AUs or canon fresh folks want to play around with that, I'm so game.]

@EREN JEAGER.

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[Quite possibly the thing about already being in tune with fire is the fact that, when some rando pokes you and sets your shirt aflame, there are worse ways these turn of events could go.

[For Rey, her immunity to ever burn has seemingly carried over between worlds. But her clothes? You bet they're flammable as hell, and it wouldn't be the first time she's lost a set due to a fiery mishap. So it turns out she is more alarmed at the prospect of losing one of the few articles of clothes she owns than she is about the heat itself, quickly batting the guy away with a calloused hand.]

Stop stop STOP -- you're going to fucking burn yourself! [She seethes before putting her hand on the flame. The heat pours into her skin effortlessly, putting out the remains of fire left.

[The same can't be said for her shirt. The strap of her tanktop now barely holding on over her shoulder.]

Dammit.

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[ the ruby-red gem lodged into the gap where his collarbone starts might just be a sign that he wouldn’t get burned (if rey knew enough about the gems). alas, they can’t say the same for her top. oh, damn it indeed. ]

Sorry. [ what to do here . . . it looks about ready to snap off it the strap wasn’t holding on for dear life. oh, how eren would always throw a pissfit at jean for ripping his only shirt, he doesn’t blame her if she feels the same way. to temporarily remedy the problem, eren’s already shouldering of his suit and holding it up by the collar for her to take. ] I’ll— get it fixed.

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[Normally, Rey would be remiss to accept the clothes off anyone's back, especially some guy who just set her shirt on fire. But as Rey huffs and reluctantly pulls the offered coat over her shoulders, she remembers... She doesn't really have any space clothes on her, does she? It wasn't like she arrived at the crater with all the stuff she had gotten in Lunatia, after all.

[How annoying. And she hates wearing things with sleeves. Nothing to be done for it now, until she finally figures out her situation here for the possible long-term.]

Fixed how? Don't look like much a tailor, if you're burning people's clothes.

[Might be better to just bite the bullet and find a fresh set of attire. There's got to be a thrift store around here somewhere that isn't all flash and frills, right?]

@SHUN KENZAKI

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Respect? Rey just snorts.

"They're machines. People here can do what they want with them, long as they're not giving them personalities and brains."

Because that only leads to tragedy. Rey herself is a walking testament to this fact, much as she'd hate to ever admit it. Sure, she might not look like a tin can, but that doesn't mean she's never been treated like one.

Or been opened up like one.

[yarinaosu]

Again, it sounds like she's speaking from personal experience. This time he's smart enough to not bring it up though. After dealing with people from all walks of life and fucking aliens, robots that appear exactly as people aren't really all that surprising.

"Worried about The Singularity?"

That was the issue with AI where he was from. It's why they were all dumb as bricks; their IQ was capped at a certain level and tampering with it was an international manhunt waiting to happen.

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"Worried about something that's already happened? Hardly." Rey casts a glance towards the robots, though. How they so innocently entertain the crowd of shimmering natives, too blithe to care.

Or maybe they knew something that the outsiders from other worlds don't. Maybe it's all bound to end the same horrid, bloody way Rey had seen happen. She can't entirely blame them -- not really. Machines are only just as flawed as the ones that made them.

Doesn't mean she likes it.

iii

[terribletwos]

Having run into a few familiar faces already, Roxas' current mission is finding out if anyone else from his universe had ended up in this place. He's been dealing with his own reminders and has since shoved the device deep in his pocket, although he still has to check it every few minutes to make sure his friends haven't found anyone new. He's doing just that and complaining to himself about someone shutting up when he happens to accidentally walk right into the person in front of him.

"Whoa! Sorry about that."

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Against Rey, Roxas might as well have hit a brick wall. Still, she notices when she's been bumped into, catching her balance effortlessly before she glances down and sees--

"You." Okay, no, he had a name. She knew that already. "Roxas?"

After not being recognized by more than one person, Rey is reluctant to get her hopes up on finding people she knows in this world.

Noctium TDM Overflow. | @MAY MARIGOLD

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No...

[Rey pauses, casting a sidelong glance at the denizens who she's seen, on multiple occasions, acting more skittish around them than when they had first arrived.]

No, they're acting like we have to or they die. People don't get this scared when the lives of a bunch of strangers are at stake.

[At least, that has always been true in Rey's experience. Especially when said strangers come from completely other worlds, and have no personal stakes in whether they live or die.]

Noctium TDM Overflow. | @NICK VALENTINE.

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[Well, dicks.

[She isn't so far out of her own mind that she would accept a synthetic's hand, but Rey doesn't put herself passed walking with one. Or near one. If she could endure shit like that on the prison ship in Russia for a few weeks surrounded by synthetic fuckers, then she can suck it up now with just one.

[On the plus side, she isn't so overcome with blind rage thanks to some alien moon that she's tackling the machine guy on the spot. Even if she had the strength to, in the moment...

[Instead, she just staggers after, head in her heads.]

Not following you. [She mutters, sounding almost petulant.] Just headed in the same direction.

[The logic is flawless.]

[outofthepast]

Good.

[God, he feels like hell. Which is a new and interesting experience for him, really!

He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it with a lighter. The, uh... timing is a bit strange, he can admit, but since he can suddenly feel radiation, maybe he can also suddenly feel the soothing effects of nicotine as more than his own placeboed imagination.]

Wouldn't want anybody getting the wrong idea.

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[It's weird seeing a robot pulling out a cigarette. Rey has smoked before -- but it never did anything for her other than to look a part, she realizes. She doesn't have the addictive itch that comes with the habit for most humans.

[She makes a face as the synthetic, who clearly wasn't built to blend in as she had been, lights up a smoke like it's a normal thing.]

That thing real?

[Because Rey is skeptical that it's even necessary, let alone having any effect. So why the fuck?]

Noctium TDM Overflow. | @PERSEPHONE.

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[And she's apologizing now... Rey isn't sure how she should feel about that, considering it's hardly Persephone's fault. She just awkwardly shuffles in response.]

No worries. Know what it's like to have your memories fucked with. Wouldn't like that, either.

[Fortunately, with Ianchus that was not the case. But before that? Her brain had gone through the wringer more than once that she'd be pretty fucking pissed if it happened again.

[At any rate, Rey isn't sure she can even feel sad about not being remembered. The last time she saw Persephone, she... clearly wasn't doing very good, talking about being cursed and all. Maybe this time, it'll be different somehow...?]

[ragingnature]

I-if you're sure. [ She can't help but feel bad about not knowing this woman. They clearly had some kind of friendship. ]

Um, well, in any case, let's start over?

[ She holds a hand out to Rey and smiles. ] I'm Persephone, the Goddess of Spring. And you are?

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Yeah...

[She's sure enough, anyway. It seems pointless to try and get someone to remember things that they probably didn't even live, or haven't lived yet.

[Whatever. Other worlds are weird. At least Rey can say she's had time to adjust to that fact that this whole situation isn't much weirder than it has to be.

[Then Persephone holds out her hand and introduces herself -- and Rey realizes that she hadn't really extended the same courtesy yet.]

Ah, Rey. Not goddess of... anything. [Her mouth stretches like a failed attempt at a smile. Oops. Already being awkward, here.]

February TDM | @Neria Surana

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[Having been cast out for much of her previous lives, Rey still has issues contending with similar matters in her current life. She was always meant to be unpleasant in personality, unapproachable because of who and what she is. Ending up in worlds where that doesn't matter? It's still quite a shock.]

Of course. [She scoffs.] Can't much afford those posh places in the Diamond District. Don't really want to, anyway.

[When Rey isn't making a go of it on her own in the wilderness, she doesn't mind treating herself every now and then.

[If you could consider a dim tavern-like place with greasy comfort foods and cheap liquor to be a treat. Given her normal lifestyle, Rey likes to think so, anyway.

[She kicks out a couple seats at a corner table for them both. They'll be tended to eventually.]

February TDM | @Ko Nakano

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[Holy shit, he's still alive.

[Okay, she can ask him what the hell happened with his "friends" after he was carried out of the club later. There's just no way that this is her fault, though. Right? How the fuck was she supposed to know who his friends were or that those guys were very likely into some shady business?

[Well, she sure as hell is no "Nagaaaaiii" or whatever he's talking about now. But she should probably do something, shouldn't she?

[Leaning in, she takes a closer look over at the state he's in, noting his wounds. Then she blinks and just. Stares at the question.

[Probably delirious from the pain or whatever drugs he's coming off of now.]

Don't think a gun is what you need right now.

[If she only knew...]

cw suicide ideation + death

[dumber]

[ ko doesn't know where his consciousness stops and keeps going, it's like someone keeps dimming the lights down to zero and then just a little brighter. when he looks around, he can't see clearly— just smudges, and someone that's still there but their voice sounds so strange like talking through a warning cone. ]

I need, I need, [ he gestures with a nigh wave in the air that falls close to his chest for good as his weight anchors with his back against the mucky ground. even as he whispers, forcing his words to come out through the pain that felt like extended torture, it sounds like a pleading whine: ] to die, c'mon . . .

[ they'll come for him again. lock him up with tranquilizer doses and torture him like kei, or test him for something, or— what a nightmare, he wants to wake up. the young man's breathing is labored, harsher as he intakes gasps that don't seem to fill his lungs all that well. it's thick, along with a swallow that slows each inhale to an abnormally sluggish pace, ]

Gun, my, [ everything was heavy, but at the same time his head was so light he felt like he was floating. hot. he was cold, actually, cold to the touch, but he felt like he was taking a warm bath in his apartment as the pain numbed, ] muh, [ as it hugged him like that time in the back of the ambulance, ] please . . .

[ and then his chest stills. the rest of him stills. his half-lidded dead eyes stare past any possible focus, and he's now exactly that: dead. ]

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[Well that's just... Is "sad" the right word? Because Rey isn't sure she feels sad or remorseful. Sure, she could've done something to stop this from happening, but when was she put in charge to be this guy's "designated driver", so to speak?

[Oh well. There is a tinge of sympathy when he pleads to die. A fair request, all things considered. Rey kneels down beside him, wondering if she should do it herself. Put him out of his misery.

[Turns out, she doesn't need to. He dies on the spot, and that just raises more questions. Do people stay dead in this world? She knows that, on Prismatica, the Moonblessed just turned to crystal for a while, but came back eventually. Is it the same for the Gembonded?

[For a moment, Rey considers leaving him there. If he doesn't stay dead, then he could get up and move his own damn self. And if he does...?

[What would she even do with a corpse?

[Sighing, she leans over, slinging the body over her shoulder like a sack of cat food, and rises. If nothing else, she can make sure that whoever did this can't just come back and take what's left.]

Let's get you moved before rigor mortis or whatever sets in...

[What a pain this is. Just an even bigger headache.]

▶ BEATRICE (CONT. NSFW)

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[With her tail making short work of the layers covering Beatrice's lower half, Rey can focus her hands in helping with the upper. She's fortunate enough not to have dealt with wings since her last transformation in Lunatia, but using her claws for this one thing makes the task surprisingly easier for her to handle.

[Then Beatrice's remark coax a nervous, toothy grin.] Tried not to think about it most of the time.

[The implications is too unnerving, and she'd like to relax now. Her blood flooding through her body as Rey finishes undressing Beatrice and...

[She pauses, if only for a second as she realizes what she has to work with. Her serpentine eyes widen.]

That much is obvious, yeah. [A small attempt at levity, as Rey tried to make clear that she isn't put off by the realization of Beatrice's transformation. She just hadn't expected it to differ that way since the first time they'd shared a bed like this.

[Expression softening, her eyes meets Beatrice's before Rey rests her hands on the other woman hips. Her claws rake down the soft skin of her sides, before curling around the last remaining fabric between them.]

To be honest, I'm, ah... glad I'm not the only one that's happened to.

[She didn't know why it happened. The only other time she'd seen it was when Eren had changed into a feminine form of himself, but she's not sure if that's normal.

[Hell, none of this is normal... and that's fine. If Kainé has taught her anything, it's that Rey can deal with this. It's not what's under the clothes that she finds so appealing about women, she finds -- it's more complicated than that.]