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[f8tal]

Characters: Vriska Serket & Anyone
Location: On the Island --> Inside the Bubble
Time: Early Noon - Early Evening
Style: Starting in action but either or is cool.
Status: Open

Scenario One:
[Still on the island Vriska is just wandering around, now in drier clothes than when she first arrived and her wings folded behind her back. She seems to be looking for something but... she doesn't look so hot. Is her face flushed? And why is she coughing like that? Hm.]

Scenario Two:
[Looks like someone found the elevator and is now wandering around Vatheon, still not looking any better than she did before. Oh well, SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS. Fuq rules.]

Comments

[scenario two? :3]

[fighting4afuture]

[With all the people that seem to be getting sick, did it ever occur to Trunks that he shouldn't be out wandering about?

Of course not! He has a ridiculous alien immune system after all, getting sick is something that happens to other people. He's out wandering around, getting the lay of the land, looking for things needed for the house, and probably looking for anyone that might need help, knowing him and his hero complex.

Which is why he pauses when he sees Vriska, horns and wings and all, looking like crap.]

...hey. Are you alright?

ouo!

[f8tal]

[She sniffs and looks at him with narrowed eyes.] Yeah!
'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

/o/

[fighting4afuture]

[Look suspicious and glare-y all you want, Trunks is unconcerned.]

You sound like you're fighting a cold or something. There's lots of people getting sick lately, you should probably take it easy.

[Hoo, unsolicited advice and telling Vriska what to do? Lemme know how that works out for you, Trunks.]

[f8tal]

I don't get sick! I feel tooooooootally fine, so back off! [She crosses her arms over her chest and resists the urge to cough away the growing itch in her throat.]

I don't see why my perfect health matters to some stranger anyways.

[fighting4afuture]

[oh you.]

First time for everything.

[He's just concerned about everyone is all. It's a thing.]

I wouldn't really say it matters. Your choice, if you want to be miserable or not.

[f8tal]

Not for me.

[You're in over your head with this one, Trunks.]

I'm not miserable! I feel great! Like I could take on an entire army! [Sneezes.]

[ TWO 2cenariio2 you 2ay? ]

[ex_fintastic398]

[ Vriska might be on her way out of the elevator, but Feferi is on her way back in.

W h o o p s. ]

Vriska... what are you doing?

[TWO IS 8ETTER THAN ONE]

[f8tal]

[Oh shit.

WH8TEVER. She'll just puff up and move to step off the elevator.] None of your business!

[ex_fintastic398]

[ Feferi makes every attempt to step in Vriska's way, in all her 4'7" glory. ]

It's dangerous, you can't go alone!

[f8tal]

Says the one who was already down here! [She'll just duck around her.]

[ex_fintastic398]

[ Wow rude!!! Feferi is so following along. ]

Well where are you going? I was just coming back up to talk to you.

[f8tal]

About what? [Follow her! She doesn't care.]

[ex_fintastic398]

About how I want you to be my new blockmate!

[ SMILE SMILE. ]

one

[bestestfurrend]

[Is that Vriska? Oh hey, that's definitely Vriska. Nepeta is just hauling in a new kill to feed the trolls camping out on the island, but she drops the carcase she'd been carrying and waves at the other troll with bloodied hands.]

Hi Vriska! Are you looking fur the camp?

[f8tal]

[She wipes her nose on the edge of her sleeve and gives her a look.] Why would I be looking for camp?

[bestestfurrend]

I thought purrhaps you wanted to join up with the others! There's food and tents and lots of other stuff.

[The look doesn't seem to bother her, although she's paying more attention to her surroundings than to Vriska, not wanting to be caught unawares by anything.]

[f8tal]

I don't want to join up with anyone. I'm fine on my own!

[bestestfurrend]

Have you been wandering the island on your own since you got here?!

[f8tal]

Why does it matter?

Scenario Two

[rebull]

[Summoner's been searching every inch of this bubble, eyes should really be tired by now, but he keeps alert, despite his rather fresh wounds and the pain in his wing. For the time being he can't let himself indulge in the win he had over the Grand Highblood, he'll let himself enjoy the satisfaction later. Right now he has something to attend to.]

[Well... two things, damnit, he sees you Vriska. A small, barely noticeable frown before glancing around and swooping down to her, tilting his head up slightly, wings out, hovering from her with a hand at his hip.]

Vriska.

[A sigh, his voice was loud when he spoke, soon tilting his head down as flashing a half lidded gaze her way, expression still stern, slightly annoyed.]

Go back up, immediately. It's safer for you there.

[f8tal]

[Suddenly a shadow casts over her and she freezes in her spot.

Excuse her while she stares up at him in barely concealed awe. Now she can see why Mindfang settled for this guy!

She almost says something stupid, like "You're Lysunder?", but she catches herself and crosses her arms over her chest and suppresses a cough.]

I'm fine down here!

[rebull]

[His lips press together tighter and he cocks his head to the side before moving towards her, getting to a comfortable speaking difference and looking down at her with the same serious expression before taking in a breath and trying to soften himself just a bit.]

No, you're not. Please trust me, you're safety is important, as I have said previously. You are much better off on the island for the time being.

[f8tal]

I told you I can take care of myself and I will! [She sniffs, rubbing at her nose like that will clear it. Bluh.]

I don't need your protection.

[rebull]

You are to return to the island immediately. I will bring you up there myself if I have to.

[Yeah, getting up all in your space now, Vriska.]

[f8tal]

[She will STAND HER GROUND.]

You can't make me do anything! You aren't my lusus!