voice: un: vi

[faceblocks]

Okay, so everyone knows the lamp network is in the shitter right now, and in case anyone missed it, we got truck rides.

[have a link of free promotion from a coworker! kind of!]

Hit them up if you want to stay safe. But. I'm doing rides, too, only I don't have a truck. It's piggyback or princess carry, bring your own helmet and maybe close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.

[fang will also provide rides that are less ...risky.]

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in the background

[opheliac]

( in a very loud, obnoxious, immature mockery: )

"I don't remember having THAT option. Weh, weh, weh. My name's Caitlyn, bleh, bleh ,blah, blah. "

( then she goes to make retching noises right after. )

[faceblocks]

That right there? That's Option C, where you get an earful of Jinx while you wait.

[she turns to jinx, smartass concern on her face.]

If you're that queasy maybe chocolate isn't a good idea.

[that's a lot of retching, sis.]

[topside_cupcake]

[Caitlyn tried to hide the chill that ran down her spine at hearing Jinx's voice as well as the anger, taking a deep breath breath before there was a small sounds of a glass being set on wood.]

She seems as pleasant as ever.

[opheliac]

Oh, Oh, wait! I got a better idea. How about we let her run and we do nothing? It'll be a good work out with those straw legs of hers.

( she giggles mischievously as she twirls some more up in the tree branches. )

— By the way, Enforcer? We gotta talk. You and me.

[topside_cupcake]

I can run just fine, and don't have straw legs. I just don't make it a habit of jumping off buildings.

[At the mention of needing to talk there was another pause.]

Do I have a say in the matter of when and where?

[opheliac]

Are ya sure about that? I've seen 'em. They're pathetic. — And request denied. Bet ya haven't heard THAT in your life, huh? Must be tough.

[topside_cupcake]

[Another shiver runs down her spine, but Caitlyn shoves it down, biting back the fear with anger but still trying to remain composed.]

You'd be surprised, my requests were denied by the captain all the time. When and where is this happening then?

[opheliac]

I'll let you know. 'Cuz see, I got a promise to keep. It's... a lil' halfway null and void, but I'm a girl who keeps her word no matter what.

Meeeaaning ♪ — ( a sing-song tone at first. ) Somewhere we stay apart but close enough where I can see that pretty face of yours. Not over video, though. I wanna see that face kinda in person.

[topside_cupcake]

[I'll let you know, that would keep her up. And even now she felt her hand ensuring the pistol was there next to her.]

You won't catch me off guard again. So I recommend using the Omni instead of my mirror this time.

[opheliac]

Aren't we jumpy? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya. Weapons aren't allowed. ( a beat. ) — Or better yet, that rule is strictly for me. You can bring whatever you want for yourself.

How's THAT sound?

[not here but also here]

[faceblocks]

[reading all of this several times, a churning of many feelings, a brewing storm that's trying to settle - because it's a change of tone from the jinx of weeks ago, and she can't feel the malice she'd felt then. of course, they've talked about this at length. none of it's easy, but she hopes that some of what she'd said has taken root, sunk in beneath whatever voices might whisper. there is no displacement. not ever, no matter what. she thinks that those hopes are somewhat realized - and that teases out an uneasy smile that doesn't quite know where to go.

cait has every right to be jumpy. there's nothing vi can say that could prove jinx's progress, it's just got to unfold. she can watch, though - and wait, and hope and shove her anxiety elsewhere.

what she doesn't want to do is butt in. she's having a hard time refraining, but that's where the trust comes in.]

(blood bond response cause focusing on cait is priority rn)

[opheliac]

( there's a wave of an obnoxious glee flowing her sister's way as she chats along with cait. picture yourself sitting at the bar at the last drop and some drunkard nearby is in all smiles. they wander over and aggressively pats you in the back with outburst laughter that's way too loud in your ears. it's annoying, but harmless. a "oh c'mon, lighten up! everyone is always so serious around here" nudge.

the point is: there's no trace of killing or wanting to kill sensation in this emotion. maybe a hint of wishing the person wasn't here but no deadly threats. a huge contrast when she first heard of caitlyn's arrival. so vi is right on the money of not sensing that anywhere. just being a brat. )

[faceblocks]

[what sister wouldn't be grateful for this contrast. bratty? not mad about that at all, she'll welcome bratty over murderous any day. vi's been a bit of a brat to cait, all in good nature, but still. troll away, sis. be your best, less murderous self.]

[topside_cupcake]

No weapons is fine.

Somewhere public?

[opheliac]

Sounds perfect. It's a date, Cupcake. I'll contact ya later. 'Till then, try not to get eaten up by something!

[faceblocks]

That's the opposite of a ride, though? But I'm not gonna stop her if she wants to stretch those legs. Side note: not straw. Who knows, maybe she'll mostly keep up. We can make it a race, and I'll only go a little easy.

[a brow quirk at that last ...request.]

[opheliac]

Yeah, I bet you'd say they're not straw. Googly-eyein' them every chance you get.

( bitter, jealous, bitter, jealous, bitter, jealous. enjoy having a sea of emotions, big sister. because your baby sister is still reeling over her own love life being a hurricane mess.)

[faceblocks]

[she swats her hand at the empty air, toward a leaf - and she's glad it's just a leaf - no whispering, no weird plant bullshit.]

Not every chance. [a shrug] There's lots of legs to look at in Trench.

[not that a joke can deflect jinx's heartbreak, but she tries anyway, a pang of guilt to go along with the borrowed bitterness, the envy. and because she's done wondering what the right thing is to do, she just does a thing anyway: she climbs up to sit in the branches so that she can reach her sister's hair to ruffle it playfully. to offer a little shoulder squeeze if she's able. jinx might be miserable inside right now, but she doesn't have to be alone with it.]

[opheliac]

( your hard-on over caitlyn is very disgusting and needs to banished, dear sister. but she isn't going to pay attention to those feelings right now. the comfort emotion, however, she will lean more towards and welcome with open arms. the ruffle of her hair makes her huff -- it still needs to be brushed and it's going to be in tangles soon. but jinx has no energy for it that monster battle although looks over to vi with a weak smile.

time to change the subject. )

This is gonna be my other bed.

( she directs to a branch below them of her empty hammock.)

You wanna try swingin' on it? It's pretty fun.

( doing twirls and upside down tricks might be more of a baby sister thing than a big sister, but it'd be interesting to see if she can be just as swiftly. )

[faceblocks]

[hey, she's got two extra fat hands, a set of monkey hands and sansa's hands at least when it comes to tackling that tanglemonster of a mane, so to say she's in good hands is a bad pun but an accurate statement.]

Not a bad choice. Can't say I haven't fallen asleep up here before, myself. Not in a hammock, though. That might be a little more comfortable.

[she plops down into the fabric, an agile move even if she's just goofing, considers how to twist into it to do this correctly - decides 'fuck it' and just goes for it anyway. it's a somersault, and then another, and another and ...she has misjudged the wrapping because now she's on the ground again, but she lands on her feet with a laugh.]

[opheliac]

( she watches her sibling in full amusement. vi was the one who taught her and their group all the jumps, spins, and flips, after all. so to see if the master can accomplish something like doing swirls along fabric like the instant pro that she is on the first go does bring curiosity to the mind. and the teen snorts after a short while -- looks like her big sister isn't as graceful like she assumed. she's not a swan, that's for sure.

but neither is jinx. ... well, somewhat. the baby sister feels she is elegant when it comes to painting, gun twirling, and maybe over this new hammock skill. but that might be it for her. a brow quirks with vi laughing, smirking along with her legs swinging back and forth. )

Yyyeessh. What are ya? A duck? 'Cuz that landing was pretty bad.

( rough and tough, that is vi through and through. )

[faceblocks]

I know, I know, sarcasm. But, actually? She's being pretty well behaved.

[considering. especially for jinx. so far.]

[topside_cupcake]

I supposed that is a bit of a relief. And I haven't really heard anything stating otherwise.

[private]

[faceblocks]

We've talked about it. An in person sit down kind of talk. It wasn't a short conversation, either. Can't give you every detail, but let's just say that I'd know if you were in trouble. If her intentions were anything more than what it seems like on the tin.

She's just fucking with you, probably wants to set some boundaries. Lay down ...not the law, but maybe some ground rules?

[she snorts. jinx and rules? what a ride this is.]

Murder's not on the menu right now. She might talk a big game, and well, that's how you can tell we're sisters. Not sayin' she's all talk, but we've both been known to like the sound of our own voices.

[vi is definitely not all talk - she'll walk the walk, but she does like to talk.]

You trust me, right?

[her voice falters just a fraction. is she afraid of the answer. maybe.]

[private]

[topside_cupcake]

I understand, the two of you, you've been here for awhile. Months from what I've heard. You've had the time to talk and sort it all out, to catch up after everything and start making up for lost time. But everything that happened, what she did, I haven't had the chance to talk about it. To even sit down and process it.

[Gods she needed someone to talk to, but here she didn't have anyone. Even the overbearing presence of her mother would have been welcome.]

And I'm pretty sure I died a few weeks ago. But here I am, in one piece, and none of it makes any sense. So while it's good to know she doesn't plan on killing, I have to ask if it's just because it wouldn't mean much.

[She wasn't entirely certain anyone had even noticed.]

I trust you, I just don't trust myself entirely right now.