deadlyjuliet | ♥1 audio

Current Location: middle of the ocean

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[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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Oh, I could tell you a different story, if you like - one of a fair damsel and her heartless demon beau.

Tea would be lovely. British Isles and all.

Now that sounds excellent. You have caught my ear already lady.

British tea? I'm not sure what we have, Luceti takes people from a lot of different worlds and the items and foods are like that too, but I'll do my best. Any particular type of blend? Green, black, sugar?

Herbal or black. Sugar and milk, if you please. I'll have your tale ready for when you arrive.

Might as well tell it as I fly, since like I said, lots of area to cover.

Unless it's better in person.

[By this time he's got the jacket ready and an easy-to-grip backpack stashed in his talons. The journal won't be showing much of Marco though, since he stashed it on his belt, which means it's recording a side view of the ocean and sky while he flies.]

[Odd.]

I suppose... I do need some time to gather my thoughts on it. It's a personal tale, you see. My darling beau just hasn't realized it yet, but one day I'll find the route to his heart and claim it for my own.

Unrequited, eh?

Did you tell him your feelings?

Oh, he knows very well. I made sure to make a very clear point of it the last time we met. But sadly, we were drowned in the sea of sorrow and rent apart by the deadly scythe of time, falling prey to the hungry maws of the most tragic drama that is our lives. For he is a demon and I am but a blushing maiden, and never shall the two be met and married but in the sanguine confines of our eternal struggle...!

Wow. [All the deadpan, but he is thoroughly amused.] That is some epic story.

I really wish Izou were here to hear it, he'd love the hell out of it. [Flying around looking for signs of red and brown out of all the blue.]

I guess that's the problem with demons. But surely there are other beaus in the sea, eh? Or am I missing some part of the fatal attraction in this story?

And it isn't even the whole of it. Ah, but my heart can only take so much of this recollection before it breaks again~ The thought of losing him once more, torn apart until next we meet, it's almost too much to bear...!

[One day, Sebastian. Grell will kill you. Just you wait. 8( ]

Mm~ There are, of course, but--

[But...Wait. There's one, but why does it feel like she's forgetting someone....?]

........?

Oh dear, that is tragic. Sorry to bring up painful memories, then. [Deadpan fly fly flying around.]

Hm? But what?

Ooh, I must have gotten distracted thinking about him~!

[Because that feeling she's forgotten someone is really nagging her. What the heck, self.]

And they aren't so painful - not for me anyway. I simply must bide my time as Death does, waiting until the opportune moment to strike.

And that's a morbid way to talk about your love at all. [As he has the best gothic lolita mental image of her now.]

At least you're patient~

What can I say. I love him to death. And I can be very patient, love.

Not...when it comes to having no clothes, but on most other things, yes.

[Another laugh.]

Winding up at sea isn't the best way to wake up in Luceti, but at least you didn't need a mermaid rescue. Some people get dumped straight into water. I wonder if it's because of where you were before this, eh?

[Starts spiraling downwards, hopefully that splotch of red is her.]

Perhaps. We'd been charged with collecting those left at sea so it would explain why I am here now. [Grell shrugs and leans back, looking up at the sky.

Holy God, wtf is that thing.]

....Is that you?

Yes. Sorry about the appearance. If it helps I could sparkle on you. [No, that's not an euphemism. He means it literally.]

...I'd rather not be set on fire, thank you.

[A quiet chuckle as he lands closer.]

They don't burn.

[Grabs a careful seat next to her and offers a handshake.] Marco the phoenix, nice to meet you.

[Oh my God he's-- akjf;daj Grell is half in shock at seeing a giant bird turn into a person and then reach a hand out. She's about to offer her hand when she realizes

She still does not have a shirt.]

...

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[And time to flip out and throw herself against the floor of the boat.]

[Eyes widen in alarm, because if she flips the boat he's dead.]

Miss, please, it's okay! [Digs into the backpack and pulls out the jacket and a blanket.]

Here. Here.

[Okay, grabbing those while fumbling behind her and yeah, the boat might be rocking a little. She doesn't mind the water much.]

Hurry up and hand them here! I can't believe this place does this to people!

Sorry. [Hands them over quickly and switches an arm to a wing almost immediately afterwards, feeling rather like a flighty bird. If she is going to flip it, he wants to get up in the air before it hits water.]

Ahhh you must be freezing. I didn't bring any towels, but the blanket should help eh? And I have the tea when you're ready.

[Sooooob, she'll just pull the jacket on and then hide under the blanket. Uuuuuu, being seen without a shirt on. How unladylike. ...Very obviously unladylike.]

......It isn't the cold that bothers me.

[Two wings out now, but watching warily, shoulders hunched, and leaning forward a little concerned, his voice quiet.]

What is?

[JUMPING UP and maybe the boat is rocking a little, but it won't go over. She's very *~light on her feet~*. ..or something.]

THIS! The lack of clothing! How dare they put a lady out here in such a state! It's unseemly! What if Will saw me? Or worse Sebaschan?!

[She turns away dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead.]

Aaaah! My poor maiden's skin exposed to the world's eyes!

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