Chara Dreemurr had many weaknesses, and pretty men, and pretty women, were at the top of her list. It was why she had agreed to go on this journey with Rogue so very quickly. The southern beauty was a sight to behold, a siren to the ear, a pair of eyes one could get lost in.
Chara Dreemurr had a linked weakness to having her heart broken, and it had certainly happened enough that she was used to it, but it always disappointed her how such beautiful eyes often held…
Well, Chara had seen that glint of enthusiasm, of greed, from Rogue’s eyes. It seemed almost childish, interested, enthusiastic. The Elder Dreemurr had at least conceal her weapon from her interested compatriot, but that had not seemed to dampen her enthusiasm in the slightest. She had wanted something from Chara, and clearly, she had gotten it.
And yet, that was all she had seen from the woman. No obvious malice, no accomplished ability to lie and deceive - she had hit a brick wall fairly quickly against Chara’s more experienced hand in the conversation - and no obvious tells that her pretty Rogue was anything more than a girl here for the fun of it. It was… innocence, in it’s own way. Not born of childlike purity, but of a soul just put together with all the right stuff.
And yet, she wanted something from Chara, especially once she saw her powers, and she had to admit it hurt just a little that she had walked away from Riddick, one of the men hiding compassion here to navigate a dangerous and unknown wilderness with someone hiding a more selfish ambition.
Chara exhaled. Had she truly slipped here, or was she simply grumpy from her callous reminder of Darkseid’s iron grip on the area? She could not fully separate those feelings out, remembering Nausicaa and Markov.
Well, if she was uncertain of Rogue… a few questions would suffice.
“So, I have shown you mine.” Chara added, quietly omitting that a few tricks of hers still laid very well hidden, and that an extra trinket special for the games was hidden in her pockets. “How about you, miss?”
“Oh, y’all don’t wanna hear about that-” Rogue deflected, and Chara leaned in with a grin as she said that.
“Ya know? You’re totally right.” Chara would add, giving a soft hum as she looked the southern belle up and down. “How about you tell me about something… else~”
Rogue just gave a slightly nervous smile, caught off-guard by the comment, but just happy to avoid the question. “Sure thing, Sugah.”
“Tell me - what is your plan for when this is over for you?” Chara would ask smoothly.
“Ah-over?” Rogue would reply. “Are you askin’ me out on a date?”
Chara would quirk her head. “...I should’ve really thought of that as a date thing. I am not going to say no, but I was more thinking - for the likely case we lose. You know, die. Cease functioning.” She would add.
Rogue was confident enough to give a grin. “What, already givin up, sugah?” She would taunt, though her stance was not quite as confident as before.
Chara just gave a sideways glance, and a smirk. “Most people that come to the Abyss die. Most people who fought the Unmaking die. I have seen more than enough people come and go that could certainly outdo me-”
at least, weakened as I am after Opealon
“Violently expire. You never do see human beings in the same way after you have seen them in several pieces. At least, I have not. But I hear Syntech does revives - did you pay for one?”
“Did you?” Rogue snapped back, though the anger did not seem particularly directed now. Frustration, annoyance, perhaps an irritation at being slighted, or a feeling of being made fun of. Regardless of the surface, it spoke to something else beneath, thinking beneath that veneer of emotion that created discomfort. “Or are ya just more sure of yerself than you are o’ me?”
“Oh, I have my plan covered.” Chara replied. “I’ll… probably come back. But no, I am expecting to die…” Chara paused, as though calculating something in her head, before throwing a flippant hand into the air. “Soon-ish. Honestly, with the unmade, I think it is quite possible we are all about to kick the bucket.” Chara would reply, stretching as she spoke like she was discussing the weather. “Nothing actually stopping the doomsday mech from coming here to squish us all flat. Or sing Darkseid’s tune for the rest of our unmade lives. After getting the sampler? I would recommend popping the collar before he gets a chance.” Chara volunteered, her voice filled with a level of unfitting levity that did nothing to undercut the content of the words.
Rogue gave the kid a look like she had just met her for the first time, regarding the words. Chara just gave a light-hearted shrug.
“Never wanted to be here.” She admitted after a moment. “Still do not. But I think one more pair of hands trying to end this with as few heads rolling as possible is worth sticking around for.”
Rogue gave her a look. “...Ah might not’ve thought quite that far ahead.” She admitted after a second or two. “So ah guess, unlike you, ah have to actually work to survive.”
The Youth scratched behind her ear. “Well, you are only the second tough dude slash dudette that has come through here giving me that story…” Chara admonished. “And there are likely many more. The goblin child, for one.”
“Wait, they let a kid in heah?!” Rogue asked with disbelief.
“Yeah, Karl Jak is fantastic at making sure his ‘deadliest warriors’ battles have a strong filter on them. ” Chara replied with a roll of her eyes, before taking off her glasses. “I believe he is somewhere between five and seven. And stranded in Cevanti’s wilderness.”
A sigh echoed from the girl. “I believe everyone here has technically consented, but do understand, your choices here will have consequences. Even a few broken bones may lead to someone getting maimed, killed, eaten or unmade soon afterwards. I would not recommend you to avoid defending yourself, but…”
Chara gave a sideways glance at the area around them, a twisted field of underbrush and trees on sickly soil. “You never forget the first grave you dig, ya know? Make sure it is one you can live with remembering.”
Chara gave an exaggerated yawn, before continuing. “Or… maybe you have already dug plenty, and I simply do not understand your mighty, hardened exterior. What do I know, really?”
Rogue’s response was to roll her eyes. “In case you forgot how the event works this year, sugah.” The woman responded. “We’re all on the same side this year.”
Chara gave a smirk at that. “Ohh, definitely not.”
“Plannin’ on bein’ a turncoat?”
“More llke, I already earned a stalker who’s promised me she is going to violently, and painfully kill me here. And she keeps promises.” Chara would reply with a nervous smirk, remembering Lilith. “And just because I’m her main squeeze this year does not mean she will not attack others with the same level of vitriol. She came to kill people.”
Rogue looked her up and down at the statement, the thoughts registering. “Ya don’t seem too concerned about it.”
“Hey, even if I do chase skirts, I know my luck.” Chara replied with a pointed smile. “There is only so many times you can cry about the fact the pretty woman is never just interested in a kiss behind the bleachers.” She added, putting her sunglasses back on. “Regardless…”
She looked to Rogue with a smile. “Despite that beautiful figure, that gorgeous hair, and that exquisite fashion you carry yourself with,” Chara replied, looking the girl up and down with a casual grin. “...That hopeful, enthusiastic glint in your eyes is the prettiest thing about you. It is radiant, shining, and absolutely worth protecting. If there’s anything I can say or do to keep that from fading by the end of this, even if it costs me a chance at a date…”
Chara’s smile faded slightly as she continued, so she turned from Rogue’s eyes and looked straight ahead into the corrupted forest around them. “Then, I might actually get to die happy for once.”