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Content warning: Suicidal thoughts.
Riddick. A very dangerous piece on the board - if Chara understood the mercenary correctly, from their little conversation, one that was likely not easy to fool, either.
Speaking with him had been… fun. Verbal stimulation. If she could see past the raw breadth of danger that came with his voice. In his own way, his intensity eclipsed Lilith’s, his Raw ambition even stronger than Christine’s, and it came with a confidence that was far more… human than either of theirs, but no stronger for it.
Chara’s brain spun as she considered what he had to say, the girl’s thoughts retreating into themselves as she finally found a room of steel mercifully empty. She had spent much of the pre-show learning about her competition, assuming that Dante’s abyss was going to be a challenge, primarily, due to the competition involved. That the main challenge was going to be leaving with a death she could at least be proud of.
She hadn’t expected to be back in Cevanti. She hadn’t expected to be caught in the middle of enemy territory, trying to make sure someone at least had a shot of teleporting out of the abyss…
She hadn’t figured death would start seeming like a mercy, as Darkseid’s tendrils emerged around them. unmaking.
Chara closed the door behind her as she entered the room, and free of observation, she hugged her legs close to her, as she enjoyed a moment in peace.
It was not hard to imagine what such could do to her. The same traits that had made her such an effective judge in the past had made her very vulnerable to his influence in Opealon. Not once, but twice, she had escaped his grasp, but now she had found herself back in a situation where the fog descended.
She could fight unmade creatures, perhaps, do quite a bit of damage to his forces here, but she was not invincible, and as she reached into her coat pocket to find her familiar weapon missing, she was reminded that she was also in unfamiliar territory, with her powers cut down again. The collar had ensured that, for the first time in living memory, Chara could not simply go where she pleased, run where she wished to…
She had an undying soul, magical power to spare, and often had a fair idea of what was going on before anyone else, and had a plan for any contingency…
Here, she had none of these to fall back on, and Chara found herself scared for her own fate, and what it might mean.
So for the first time since she had entered the Abyss, in the absence of onlookers, her smile faded, her eyes drooped, a sigh escaped her lips, and Chara Dreemurr let herself look exactly as tired as she felt. She put herself through the motions of consuming the food rationed to her, a slop that she was fairly certain was watered down but had a reasonable amount of crushed bugs that had snuck in during or after packaging - not a bad flavor, honestly, at least to her. It was good. It failed to distract her, as the malaise snuck in, as the snake wound itself across her neck more surely than her new piece of neck jewelry
Chara’s hands caressed her collar with a flirtatious embrace, gently tugging at the collar. There was one way, and it was fantastically easy. The unmade couldn’t have her pretty little head, or the all-too dangerous knowledge within it, if it popped, yes? It was moral, really. She knew things she could not give to Darkseid, had powers that could not become his, and Sergeant swift’s guards could make sure even her corpse remained relatively unviolated. Was there a better option?
Her cowardly hands didn’t agree, as she felt the strength leave them.
“Ha…” Chara laughed, “Pathetic, is it not…?”
The thoughts were intruded on by the sound of more footsteps running through the complex. Chara reflexively straightened, standing up with practiced ease, as she turned. The mask came back as she saw… well, what she could only describe as a vision of beauty.
“Company like yours would be welcome at any time, Miss Ma’am lady.” Chara would offer, the usual smirk returning to her face. “My name is Chara. Do you have one other than ‘angel’?”
The Southern beauty in front of her seemed to be bemused, not taking the flirting from the girl too seriously. “Ah go by Rogue, Sugah. Do you greet everybody so boldly?”
“Just the pretty ones. And the handsome ones. And the cute ones.” Chara would reply with a chuckle, finding her pace again as she re-focused.
The interruption had not exactly fixed anything, but Chara found herself with feet on the ground again, pulled from the tide, and as her brain whirred, spurred by the conversation as she extended a hand to shake - one covered in a pink mitten.
“I think I could do that. In a little while, at least.” Chara replied, letting the smog leave her mind now that she’d been snapped out of it. The logic was easy enough to deconstruct. She was not the only one that was at risk here, nor was death a true saving grace from Darkseid’s machinations, especially if the base was overrun in the end. Her mind found the holes quicker, as it usually did, when she kept it far away from her heart. “How about we say… about an hour? Might be enough time for me to get things finished up here.”
“Finished up, sugah?”
Chara gave a nod, with a joking grin. “I figure I may as well invest in some small businesses while I’m here. Catch up with ya soon!” she snarked with a grin, giving a half-hearted wave as she bolted through the halls.