open | the lake

[f8tal]

Who: Vriska & Anyone
Where: The lake
When: Afternoon, July 11th
Style: Action or prose, doesn't matter.
Status: Open!

Despite having been kicked out of her house with Feferi, Vriska didn't let this new reality dampen her efforts to ruin Eridan's week at the request of Darkleer. In fact she found it to have been the highlight of her week- just plain bullying brought a smile to her face. Of course it didn't warm her heart, but it was satisfying to see the seadwelling troll suffer for what he said about Lysunder. A part of her wondered if all of these pranks would be considered as her blackflirting with the fool and she hoped desperately not. Honestly, she just platonically hated the idiot and seeing him suffer was nice. There wasn't anything black about it.

That all aside Vriska had relocated herself up on the island in one of the abandoned houses, finding the mess and clutter inside reminiscent of her old hive before the game. After throwing her stuff in one of the rooms she left to head for the lake. The sun was still up in the sky, but the temperature was dropping as night approached and she found this to be the best time to be out. It was natural for highbloods to be more inclined towards cooler temperatures and Vriska was no exception. So when she felt like visiting the lake for a swim the cold water felt better to her than water heated by the midday sun. She pulled off her shirt and jeans, leaving her in only her skivvies before wading out into the water. Maybe she could catch a fish again like she did when she was stuck as a mermaid for a week. She was never one for seafood, but catching her food was rewarding enough to not completely steer her away from the idea.

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[f8tal]

After her shirt is on she fluffs out her hair, casting him a glance. "No, I live on the island here. I found a hive for myself and I doubt anyone is going to come back for it any time soon so it's mine now." She didn't comment on his last remark, feeling it would only raise more questions than anything.

[aim_exorable]

...Wait.

Hold on.

"I was under the impression that most of those hives were in a state of ruin, and rather poor for living in."

[f8tal]

She gave him a cute look, smiling brightly. "The one I found is really cool, though! Part of the roof is caved in and I can see the sky! I also rigged the front door so if anyone tries to sneak in a bunch of broken glass will fall on their heads! Pretty cool, huh?"

[aim_exorable]

He opens his mouth, only to abruptly close it again. Carefully, he reaches under his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. Oh Mother Grub help him.

"May I see it, Vriska?"

[f8tal]

He put himself in these situations, not her fault!

She pulls on her jeans and shrugs a little. "Yeah sure, I guess. Just don't let anyone else know where I am now." Not that she expected anyone to really come and find her until they found out she was the one tormenting Eridan. Revenge would follow suit pretty quickly and she'd like it to not bother her at her hive.

She keeps the spear out still and starts walking off, presumably in the direction of her new 'hive', confident Darkleer would follow after her.

[aim_exorable]

There isn't any reason to worry. If there is anyone in Vatheon who can keep a secret, then it is certainly Darkleer. It comes with the name and the job description.

Getting up onto his feet and suddenly feeling even more tired, he nonetheless follows after. He is going to regret this and his wretched mouth.

[f8tal]

She leads him to an abandoned house, a little ways away from the rest of the village. It's not terribly small, but not terribly big either. After having a mansion growing up Vriska was a little tired of living in a hive with too much space and not enough stuff to fill it with. She didn't plan on living in this shack forever, but it was an okay start while she considered her neck course of action here in this wretched place.

Part of the roof was visibly gone and planks of wood and slabs of rock littered the front area of the house. To get inside she shoved aside some of the wood, dislodging something to keep the glass from falling on them when she opened the doorway. Nature had overtaken most of the inside of the house as well, but she didn't seem to mind that.

"It's kinda shitty, but I like it! I sleep over here..." She was already off in another room where a hammock was tied up in the corner with a few dirty pillows lay underneath.