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--Dante's comet, Moments before the fateful teleportation that lead to the end of Sutor Woriya on Day 3:
Sutor brought a hand through her hair with a gentle ‘swish’, as she admired the beauty of her new-found ponytail. Now that she was finished with her more thorough admiration of just how many new ways she could explore herself…
Or, I guess it was really her first time with everything, depending on how one looked at it.
“Like a virgin. Touched for the ve-ry first time~” the fusion chimed, enjoying this feeling of absolute power as she walked… even if the recent attacks had cut that feeling short. She’d had to do what she could by cutting up one of her spare duffels not too long ago, since she didn’t really need two whole bags of fabric at the moment. She’d managed to do what she could with her own experience to fix up their outfit and bind a few wounds, but she was definitely feeling the ache of everything that had struck them.
“...Like hell I’m going down to these clowns.” the fusion added with a frown, a bit of anger mixing with just a little bit of…
Hmm. Fear. Part of her immediately saw the problem with that - the vic half - and Suwako’s logic wasn’t far behind. Both of them had joined up specifically with the understanding that, most likely, maybe, probably, they would die. Both had back-up plans and weren’t concerned about it.
But Sutor was definitely concerned about it. So what changed? This was an inconsistency in herself, and as two beings forged into one who were all about scheming based on what they knew of other people’s behaviors, the idea she didn’t know her own motivation seemed… ridiculous.
“...I’ve had these on for…” Sutor mused, only able to half-hear herself in this deafened state. Actually, they’d had these on for a while at the moment. It would have been easier if they had someone to pass the time with other than themselves - Sigmund, or Cho, for example... but when on an extended journey on one’s own, it gets difficult to mark the hours of the day.
“...a while. I’ve had ‘em on for a while.” Sutor finally settled, pridefully brushing wrapped fingers behind her neck as the earrings glittered. “And outside of taking a few knocks - and we’ve taken so many knocks in our life - nothing’s changed except these, and getting used to these.” the Empress muttered.
It took a few seconds before the Half-god’s eyes opened in realization, as a vibration went through her being. It wasn’t vic who was worried about getting killed. It wasn’t Suwako, either. They weren’t here right now.
“...So the problem isn’t them. It’s me.” Sutor realized, the thought hitting her like a lightning bolt. she had no desire to stop existing like this. It felt too intoxicating, every second of their shared existence, and that was saying something when the day had, other than said fusion, been fairly shitty. She’d just escaped from a brutal gank missing an eye, lost fingers to the world’s ugliest cabbage patch kid, and was forced to survive an explosion.
And yet it was all still worth it.. The power on the outside, and the personality she’d managed to get out of the mix of those two.
Allowing her tongue to loll out for the moment as she concentrated, she tried to recall how these damn things even worked.. As far as she remembered, these earrings took a bit of doing to reverse the effects on. Even if someone took them for the sake of fusing themselves, that wouldn’t reverse the whole deal, and she recalled the mouse being fused with Protoman for a long while….
And hell, this wasn’t the omniverse, the rules might be different now and cause them to defuse…
Or, potentially, it might be even harder to do that in the first place. This could absolutely be a long-term engagement…
The fusion gave a smile, rolling her eyes with a look of triumph. “Oh well. Lament the honored dead, they lived good lives, all of that, such a shame I’m not going anywhere. Guess I’ll just have to pick up my time-worn backstories and figure it out from here. I’m sure my king will forgive the new style!”
Sutor brought a hand through her hair with a gentle ‘swish’, as she admired the beauty of her new-found ponytail. Now that she was finished with her more thorough admiration of just how many new ways she could explore herself…
Or, I guess it was really her first time with everything, depending on how one looked at it.
“Like a virgin. Touched for the ve-ry first time~” the fusion chimed, enjoying this feeling of absolute power as she walked… even if the recent attacks had cut that feeling short. She’d had to do what she could by cutting up one of her spare duffels not too long ago, since she didn’t really need two whole bags of fabric at the moment. She’d managed to do what she could with her own experience to fix up their outfit and bind a few wounds, but she was definitely feeling the ache of everything that had struck them.
“...Like hell I’m going down to these clowns.” the fusion added with a frown, a bit of anger mixing with just a little bit of…
Hmm. Fear. Part of her immediately saw the problem with that - the vic half - and Suwako’s logic wasn’t far behind. Both of them had joined up specifically with the understanding that, most likely, maybe, probably, they would die. Both had back-up plans and weren’t concerned about it.
But Sutor was definitely concerned about it. So what changed? This was an inconsistency in herself, and as two beings forged into one who were all about scheming based on what they knew of other people’s behaviors, the idea she didn’t know her own motivation seemed… ridiculous.
“...I’ve had these on for…” Sutor mused, only able to half-hear herself in this deafened state. Actually, they’d had these on for a while at the moment. It would have been easier if they had someone to pass the time with other than themselves - Sigmund, or Cho, for example... but when on an extended journey on one’s own, it gets difficult to mark the hours of the day.
“...a while. I’ve had ‘em on for a while.” Sutor finally settled, pridefully brushing wrapped fingers behind her neck as the earrings glittered. “And outside of taking a few knocks - and we’ve taken so many knocks in our life - nothing’s changed except these, and getting used to these.” the Empress muttered.
It took a few seconds before the Half-god’s eyes opened in realization, as a vibration went through her being. It wasn’t vic who was worried about getting killed. It wasn’t Suwako, either. They weren’t here right now.
“...So the problem isn’t them. It’s me.” Sutor realized, the thought hitting her like a lightning bolt. she had no desire to stop existing like this. It felt too intoxicating, every second of their shared existence, and that was saying something when the day had, other than said fusion, been fairly shitty. She’d just escaped from a brutal gank missing an eye, lost fingers to the world’s ugliest cabbage patch kid, and was forced to survive an explosion.
And yet it was all still worth it.. The power on the outside, and the personality she’d managed to get out of the mix of those two.
Allowing her tongue to loll out for the moment as she concentrated, she tried to recall how these damn things even worked.. As far as she remembered, these earrings took a bit of doing to reverse the effects on. Even if someone took them for the sake of fusing themselves, that wouldn’t reverse the whole deal, and she recalled the mouse being fused with Protoman for a long while….
And hell, this wasn’t the omniverse, the rules might be different now and cause them to defuse…
Or, potentially, it might be even harder to do that in the first place. This could absolutely be a long-term engagement…
The fusion gave a smile, rolling her eyes with a look of triumph. “Oh well. Lament the honored dead, they lived good lives, all of that, such a shame I’m not going anywhere. Guess I’ll just have to pick up my time-worn backstories and figure it out from here. I’m sure my king will forgive the new style!”