007. 💥(video) ⇁ tablet

[opheliac]

CW: blood, gore, monsters doing cannibalism, & off/deranged behavior.

( for a lot of nothing, there's a lot going on when this video broadcast starts. it opens with jinx, holding the device with both hands above her head as she lies on what appears to be on floorboards, with her braids spread and extending out so far off-screen due to its insane length. she is drenched with blood, some areas look fresh and some look quite stale. it's on her bangs, her braids, her face, and on the sleeves and the front of her purple sweater. but despite the gruesome image, jinx looks peaceful, with her pinks glistening with tranquility as she gazes back at the camera lens (and the preview side of herself in the corner). her lips curl into a short smile, humming for no real reason but to simply make noise. but then, that purr coils into a sing-song ditty, her voice gentle and smooth like butter as she sings faintly: )

♪ Jinx, Jinx. You are a monster from Hell. ♪

( her eyes cut away to somewhere off-screen, pausing in her lullaby as if there's someone with her, and they want to interrupt. but there's no other voice besides her own, and no other sounds (yet) except of the rustling of any leftover dead leaves and the breeze for the microphone to pick up for ear-graining feedback. that alone is enough to go on that she's outside (again), and her attention falls back to the camera with her smile still in place (if not a touch bit... distant?) as she continues: )

♪ Jinx, Jinx? You are meant to be in.... Hell. ♪

( she lets the last word of her lullaby trail off her tongue until there's a commotion. it's faint, but the feed picks up the snarling and the monstrous-like snipping from... somewhere. and instead of lifting herself to her feet, jinx scoots upward with her entire body with the camera still on her until she reaches the edges of the wooden platform. so she's on a deck of some kind and definitely high up, given the angle. her head hangs off the brink in a childlike notion, panning the camera to give the viewer a peek-see down below her.

on the ground, there are beasts, a lot of them dead with their bodies rip to shreds and organs splattering all over the soils. one or two monsters are still alive, gnawing furiously on the corpses and eying at each other as a warning to stay away, or they'll be next. it's a real horrendous sight, but jinx picks up where she left off in her melody, and holds the camera in place, so the viewers can monitor the monsters for a little longer. )

♪ You know just how to be cruel when you turned and walked away... ♪

( the feed wavers as she moves, rolling briefly to be on her side and revealing her rocket launcher resting behind her (he has blood on him too), and a pile of clothes. still humming, she clicks open a standee clip from the back of her tablet she custom-made for hand-free purposes. once that's all done, she rolls over to lie on her stomach to watch the monsters underneath -- reaching around her weapon to grab a pair of jeans (boy jeans to be specific), then dangles it in the air for a second or two. her fingertips are coated with some unknown black ashes, and it becomes more lucid when she drops the piece of clothing for the beasts to toy with. )

♪ I yell, "Why did you leave me?" and you say, "'Cause I'm a Jinx, a Jinx" ... You are a monster from Hell. ♪

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Video | Tablet

[ticket218]

[ For being such a violent sight, the most Sigma does is scrunch his nose at it in distaste. There's no joy to be had in exessive violence, not for him, but that's always been the unpopular opinion in the company he keeps. So he tries his best to be...understanding.

He clears his throat to hopefully not be too jarring, his own feed showing that he's just quietly going through some paperwork. ]

Having fun, there?

[opheliac]

Yep!

( she says blissfully, not casting a glance to the video and solely focusing on the monsters beneath her. it's a shame sigma can't see them with her, but the raging growling is enough to picture they are having a ball with the pants she tossed down. )

What are you up to?

[ticket218]

Nothing quite as exciting as whatever's going on over there.

[ Budget projections and a few scribbles of ideas for deals and drinks down the line, married to his work as he is. Numbers, numbers. ]

I hope whoever those belonged to deserved it.

[opheliac]

You mean the pants? — I like to think so. 'Less you mean the blood 'cause THAT'S also a yes.

( she hums more to her melody, rocking her feet back and forth -- not that he can see. the teenager cocks her head to one side with her arms folded over the floorboards, peeking further down. )

So what's the deal with these things, huh? They're actin' hungrier than usual.

[ticket218]

[ Well, at least there's that. And she's being proactive enough to clean up after herself, so that's a plus in his book! ]

The more comforting answer would be the season. Winter always comes with less food to go around, so fighting for it wouldn't seem strange. Considering everything else that's been happening, however...

[opheliac]

Huh. Where I'm from, we fight for food in all seasons not just the cold. But when ya put it that way, it makes sense.

( she takes a peek over to her friend finally, quirking an eyebrow over the paperwork but doesn't pry. )

Not digging the havoc? It's been pretty fun to watch so far! Some minor setbacks, though.

voice

[rebellions]

[ Ragna is no stranger to violence and gore, and while he's not exactly a fan of that kind of stuff, he's definitely less offput by it than most people would be. In fact, he finds Jinx's little song for more alarming than the scene that accompanies it. ]

... Hey, Smurfette.

[ Where does he even start? There's so much he wants to say here, but any question about her well-being or reassurence would probably fall on the deaf ears. Not to mention it's awkward and definitely not meant to be talked about on a public network, so... after a brief moment of silence, he follows it up with something completely different from what's on his mind. ]

You never told me you had a tree house.

[ Or whatever it is in the feed? It kinda looks like one, he assumes. ]

[opheliac]

Wait, I haven't?

( she is a little surprised at herself that she hadn't. although given the active months they've all experienced so far, can't really fault her for it slipping her mind. jinx reaches over to the heap of clothes again, a sock in hand this time. her face sours when the dank smell of it hits her nostrils, holding it with two fingers now instead of all of her digits. )

When it warms up, you want to come visit?

[rebellions]

Sure. [ A beat. ] You, uh, seem busy now anyway.

[ With what? He's not sure if he has the courage to ask. ]

'Sides, I'd probably have to kill what remains of your other guests to get there.

[opheliac]

But that's part of the fun of gettin' here.

( she finally looks over to the tablet and oh, looks like he's using audio and not the video function. but that's alright, she thinks, she'll just go back to dropping clothing to her new friends. )

Sheesh, for a guy with a crime like yours, I thought you'd be ready to bash skulls in.

[rebellions]

[ He kind of gravitates towards voice over video option because it's less... direct, let's call it that. Helps keep people at distance, or so he tells himself. ]

I assumed you were gonna take those in as your pets.

[ Can you blame him?? If there's anyone who'd come up with a crazy idea like that, it'd probably be her. ]

I mean, you're already giving them toys and all?

[opheliac]

( she giggles at that. it's like he knew exactly what she's thinking sometimes. all the more reason why she's growing more and more attached to him. )

My old man wouldn't want 'em to make a mess in the house. But I guess I could keep them outside on a chain. When this season's over with, though. — I don't wanna take them away from their cozy caves.

( the black ashes that's overlaying on her fingertips tickle steadily to her knuckles now. not that jinx is paying any mind to them or notices as she tucks her bangs behind her ear. the teen grants a quick look over her shoulder, humming a "hmm?" as if like earlier, someone else is with her and wants her attention. )

Of course they'd come home with me. Just 'cause YOU don't know how to take care of anything doesn't mean I can't. Go buzz off somewhere else.

Voice | Charm

[driving_from_the_backseat]

[When Avalon arrived and found the charm in their pocket, they had assumed it was magical in some way but had not attempted to test it. Now, it makes a soft ringing sound. They pull it out from under their shirt, and the hologram projects itself in front of them. They watch dispassionately as the girl sings, taking in her surroundings and appearance. If the blood is her own, they think that she may not live much longer.

The hologram shifts, showing the gruesome remains of the beasts below. Avalon studies the strange creatures. They appear to be similar to an octopus, but do not look quite like what Avalon would recognize. The black ashes are odd as well, like tainted snow.]

Does any of that blood belong to you? [The voice that Jinx will hear over her tablet is of undefinable gender, too low to belong to a woman but lacking the roughness that would usually fit a man. Avalon’s words are flat. While they know that most people would be affected by the sight in the hologram, they find themself feeling nothing, just like always.]

[opheliac]

( the voice is unrecognizable, someone she hasn't met before, surely. the council or the whoevers brought in a new flock of newbies some days ago, so it's not all too surprising. her focus is still down below to the monsters than her device, humming while propping an elbow on top of her shark-like rocket launcher's head. )

If I told you, it'll ruin the surprise!

( but then she scrunches her lips up in thought, cocking her head to one side. )

Ya think the name "Binky" will be good for one of 'em? Oooooooor how about "Chuckles"? 'Cause THAT one over there ( she points down, even though it's useless to do so. not like this new person can see it where she's indicating anyway. ) — is a lot more talkative than that one.

[driving_from_the_backseat]

Ah. ( For the first thing that the charm shows them, this is interesting. They can understand what she means, even though the monsters are no longer in the view that the charm provides. They study the rocket launcher. )

I imagine you can name them anything you want, though it may not be a good idea to keep corpses in your house.

[opheliac]

Haha, yeah! My old man's already onto me about my own hygiene.

( how gross. but she is a girl who struggles with her mental state on a daily basis, so sometimes hygiene etiquette slips. like now being the perfect example given the fact she is having a conversation so casually as if the blood on her is nonexistent. )

By the way, what's your name? The name's Jinx if ya couldn't tell.

[driving_from_the_backseat]

( The blood does not affect them. They are already in a new environment than usual. If something like this is normal, then they will adjust to it. )

Avalon. I just arrived.

[opheliac]

Nice to meet ya then, Ava. Hope you know how to fight, 'cause you won't last long if ya don't. And I don't do handouts.

( she says bluntly, rummaging through the pile of clothes beside her to see what would be good to toss out next. )

technically not here;

[entreats]

[ Did Ange see this? Yes.

Does she also definitely not want to involve herself in this mess? Also yes. No idea what you're up to with those monsters, Jinx, but she definitely doesn't want to know. Especially after their last few conversations. ]

video

[grappler]

[girl, your sister worries so damn much about you.]

... Where the hell are you?? Are you okay??

[opheliac]

( her happy expression immediately diminishes when her sister comes to the screen. jinx remains silent for a moment, stretching over for another set of clothing to toss over. )

Sorry, Violet, looks like you pressed the wrong button. I'm not your precious Top Hat Cupcake. Hung up and try again.

( using her full name means two things: either one, she is in distress or two, she is very pissed. surely vi can guess which mood she's in. )

[grappler]

[????????

ah.]

Wait, wait, wait. I know exactly who I'm talking to. And what are you doing with those clothes??

[opheliac]

( she mumbles, "color me shocked" underneath her breath, and whether vi catches that or not is dealer's choice! but she smirks deviously when questioned about the clothing -- choosing yet another sock from the pile. )

What does it look like? Givin' my new pets some toys.

[grappler]

[... this girl is gonna make her get gray hair before she's 30. but at least she doesn't hear the mumbling this time.]

They're clothes, not toys. Whose are they?

[opheliac]

Ooooooh, no one important.

( she says sweetly, dropping the sock off the edge of her deck. )

Just a guy who calls girls, "Gorgeous", and say he'll be yours, and you'll be his... only to just disappear!

( despite her perky tone, it's painfully obvious there's a lot of anger behind these words. )

Guess where he's from that's a way of saying," I don't like you anymore. Considered you dumped!"