Role Play Dump Eight - Emo Edition. (Like E3, but with more ANGST)

[kuriboh]

Fuck Viktor. FA closed again ;o;



ANYWHO, MORE LLAMA DRAMA FOR ALL! 

It was dark in this little shuttle, that was for damn sure. Lonely too; Nicolai had gone a day ahead of her, and Ryley had gone with him, to assist in repairing the gargantuan Regenerate Gundam.

But alone was good for Ms. Virgo at this hour.

She was seated on the bed of the cramped quarters. There was a laptop open across her lap, and a pair of buds rested just inside her ears, softly pumping music into her brain. The entirety of the room - a steel contruct - was lit solely by the pale blues and whites of her computer screen, open to a blank e-mail document.

It was almost the end of July. Tobias' safetly would be compromised any day now, and the mission was far from finished. At least....if she did this now, she could say that there have been results. It might have been a stretch, but it was a strech she was banking on.

Five months now, she'd been without her child. Five months she'd had this mission above her head. Five months of brutal warfare, scares, near losses, heartbreak, rage and anger. Five months of lies. Five months she'd been growing slowly farther away from the beautiful redhead who brought to her more life than the prior nine years ever could have.

And what was worse? They all knew. A relationship born from anger and secluded by politics was now wide open. Rumors, ridicule, gossip, anger, fanfare...But the truth was out.

So what better time to do it then?

The plans were laid, including backups, strategies, aftermath plans....even what she'd be wearing the day of...

But the date had yet to be set, hence the blank e-mail infront of her.

This was not the way she liked to communicate. Anyone could interrupt it, and it simply wouldn't do if her message was discovered before it found it's intended recipient. But....to hear him...to SEE him...she wouldn't be able to do it. Never be able to sleep again.

'Murdered sleep.'

Shakespeare beat everybody to everything.

The song changed to an older eclectic tune by an artist named Poe. Enlightenment crossed her face and she shifted the mouse, calling up the playing file on her computer.

'Johnny, Angry Johnny, this is Jezebel in Hell
I wanna kill you, I wanna blow you...away'

Her mouth absently mirrored the words as she attached the song...



To: mr-arr-eff@zaftadmin
From: not_a_virgo@serpenttail
RE: im sorry

Files: Angry_Johnny.mp3

pick a date



This moment suddenly seemed bigger and scaryier than any before. More than seeing the shillouette of Strike against the Lohengrin's lights. More than that last moment before sucummbing to sleep knowing her other half was in danger. More than watching September City explode. More than seeing the Reckoning sinking or launching to defend her home.

She'd condemed hundreds to death without warning.

Why was this different?

After all, the only thing left was to hit send...

~~

::His mind was a flutter with thoughts, trying to have some semblence of damage control on the situation. It had been a few weeks since the news was leaked. Somehow, it even managed to over-shadow his incredible feat of the fall of Judgement Bolt Eins. His relationship with the leader of the Fallen Angels, something that could even bring about various conflicts of interest. It seemed to be one set of press conferences after another. Talk shows, tabloids, any piece of media was showing the story as top bill. Raziel couldn't stand it::

"I swear to god, if there is one more news brief on this. If one more talk-show host asks for an interview. This isn't what my position is to do. I have responsibilities to my people, to protect them, and to try and end this war. Yet all they want to talk about is 'Virgo-gate'. Goddammit..." he thought to himself, rubbing his eyes with his left hand.

::The tent set up near Nirvana was secluded, and the Providence was hidden underneath a camo-tarp. Raziel's steps were slow and deliberate. He had been away from his work for a few minutes, taking a smoke break. It was funny. Since he started seeing Miss Virgo, he hadn't smoked a single cigarette. He was on his second pack of the day. Something about it didn't feel right. He decided it was best to try and get some work done::

"A new e-mail, eh? From Kazée... excel... I'm... sorry?" he muttered to himself, as he clicked on the e-mail, just as he sat down at the computer.

::He couldn't believe it. The message was simple and clear. But he still couldn't believe it. An hour passed, or was it ten hours? It was hard to tell. He kept re-reading the e-mail, listening to the song on repeat over and over again. It hurt to much. His eyes began watering, as his teeth gnashed. How could she do this to him. The one thing she swore she'd never do, and there it was. What was the cost of his life? How much was he worth to her?::

"I guess... everyone really does have a price... fucking cunt bitch... and yet... I still love her," he spoke silently, bowing his head, his hand reaching out on the desk towards the small blue box that held the ring.

"Maybe it was for the best that I never asked her..."

::He opened up his own e-mail service, and typed up the simple reply::

To: not_a_virgo@serpenttail
From: mr-arr-eff@zaftadmin
RE: RE: im sorry

Files: Precious_Jerusalem.mp3

Meet me there, August 19th. My Birthday.

I still love you... but you can be a real cunt sometimes.

~~

It took ever ounce of self-control Kazée had to keep from throwing her laptop across the room in fear and angish. Instead, she slid it off her lap, drawing her knees up to her chest and sobbed into them. There wasn't any turning back now.

She remained like that; prone and distressed for what seemed like centuries but the tiny jingling of her computer's e-mail service brought her back to reality.

Such a prompt reply.

She sent it back with a simple " I love you," openly sobbing as she did so. She'd never see his living face again.

Disgusted, she slammed the laptop shut, rising and storming out of her room, and into the main body of the shuttle, where she proceeded to throw a fit of anguished screams and furious sobs.

On and on she raged for hours until her body tired and throat was raw. No longer did tears run, for they'd run out. NO longer did she scream, for they'd turned into strangled rasps. Exhaused, she fell to her knees, wanting nothing more than for this to be a dream - for her to wake up next to the man, happily in his home at Mendel,  for the small child of hers to have crawled betwwen them in the middle of the night.

She wanted, right about then, to be able to drop off to sleep...but she coudn't. One more message needed sending. She pulled herself up off the ground and slowly shuffled to the bridge of the shuttle, parking herself and reaching for the headset and tapping in the needed channels.

"OMNI?" She spoke through. Her voice was rough and husky from abuse. "This is Kazée Virgo of the Fallen Angels. My mission date has been set for August 19th. Virgo Out."



Now it really was over.

~~

I love you...

::The words were simple enough, but they convey more meaning than any other phrase in the english language. Yet right now, they conveyed more hurt and sorrow than joy. Raziel looked to the side, where the bottle of whiskey, half-empty now, stood. His mind was clouded by the haze of alcohol. Yet his rage remained::

"Was it worth it... was my Empire worth losing the ability to have a love? How many times. Am I cursed? Is this my payment for some sin long left unreconciled?" he asked himself, leaning back in his chair, and picking up the bottle of whiskey.

::Raziel took a few sips from the bottle, letting the burning liquid fill his mouth. He swished about his teeth, then swallowing. If there was any alcohol he hated, it was whiskey. But rum made him think of Tobias, and Tobias made him think of Kazée. It was all he could do to avoid the thought of her. His screen flashed, indicated a new mail message. He opened it::

To: mr-arr-eff@zaftadmin
From: wesker@umbrellainc
Sub: RE: N-Virus

The project is a failure. Test results show less than 43% infection rate. We are now working on the T-Virus, however, it will take time.

~Albert

::Raziel deleted the e-mail. He didn't even want to respond to it. At this point, it didn't even matter. The virus project was only a back-up anyway. A devestating and terrifying back-up, but a back-up none the less. Just as he was about to turn off the computer, it flashed once more::

To: mr-arr-eff@zaftadmin
From: gdp@maiusmilitary
Sub: RE: X13A/D-II

She is complete. Including the prototype MC-Jammer. You won't be able to use your own DRAGOON bits, but you can stop cloaking technology, and any other Mirage Colloid based systems, in a thirty-metre radius.

Shall we send to your current location?

~GDP

::Raziel smiled. Something atleast had gone right, for once. Too bad she wouldn't be of any use now. Except... He hit the reply button::

To: gdp@maiusmilitary
From: mr-arr-eff@zaftadmin
Sub: RE: RE: X13A/D-II

Send it to Jerusalem. Arrival date, August 18th. I want her prepped and ready then.

The second Kazée set foot inside the newly re-christened Izumo, she almost heard the gods of irony laugh at her. Truley, the ship had looked familiar to her from the outside; so much so that her knees were practically knocking together from dread. But upon one look on the inside, she knew that her fears were well placed.

This ship, now Selene, had once been the Cold Wind.

Yes, somebody above was laughing at her.

Before the violet-tressed woman could sigh her general disaproval at life, the twin pale figures of the Marriones brushed by, one after the other. Ryley came first, her rose-hued eyes wandering in inspection. In her hand was a datapad displaying all the specs of the ship, down to necessary crew, current provisions, and which bathrooms were most likely to clog up.

Ryley stepped into the hall and turned a full 360 degrees as she did so. Finally, she settled her gaze on Kazée happily, at which point the larger sibling had pushed passed the women in an attempt to get to the bridge. Both turned their heads to watch him go.

Kazée sighed deeply as she began to float off to the captain's room before stopping herself quickly...

Nothing from hell itself could make her sleep there again.

She turned back to Ryley and opened her mouth to say something, when an excited....squeal...floated down the hall.

Ryley smacked her palm into her forehead . Kazée closed her mouth a moment and stopped a moment before re-opening it.

"Hey Ryley?"

"Yeah?" answered the albino.

"Whatever you do to this ship, change the locks."

Comments

[alkazar.livejournal.com]

... I had missed the whole thing about the Selene being the Cold Wind. Now that joke makes so, so, SO much more sense to me. But it's moot - you know you could never keep up with Michael in keeping those locks shut. ;)

[kuribohcoast.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, he's not getting aboard so NEYAH.