19 ♦ Hyping up the blues (but what's the use?)

[rhapsody_in]

[Video (Sunday afternoon)]
[Bleu stands in a stairwell, her eyes closed, communicator in one hand and the other clenched into a fist near her face. She's spattered with black blood and there's a smear of ultramarine paint on her curled fingers. She inhales deeply, a small and serene smile on her lips.] I'm me again. [When she opens her eyes her face is entirely different. Her expression hasn't changed but her eyes are like a kaleidoscope, shifting between moods and passions. Mischievous, malevolent - it all depends how and when you look at her.

It may not help her to be magically empowered at this time, but she's her again. As much and as big as she can be.]

If you're going to fight, come to me first. I can help you.

Also, I'm taking a crepe pan from the kitchen.

[Spam]
[On Sunday Bleu notices a distinct lack of familiar people milling around. There are no rushes of departure notices or flood effects she can ascertain so she assumes something unusual is going on. She loiters about in the mess and the hallways, and it doesn't take long until she encounters a felhunter. She does the sensible thing and runs back to her room for shelter. She has a supply of Sacré Bleu there and it seems... different. Better.

She mixes some with linseed oil and creates a rich deep-blue pigment which she pours into a vial. With determination, she rubs it over her right hand and goes to kill a monster. The first she meets is a succubus; afterwards she makes the announcement, cowboys up, and gets the crepe pan.

The rest of the time she gets busy, going on the offensive and searching out all the Barge invaders that she can. Bleu is tough, tougher still when someone's using her pigment, and for the last several months Vergil has been training her to fight like him. She's formidable, yes, but not invincible. The felhunters give her special trouble although that crepe pan comes in handy. She scoffs at the succubi, and will not take on the infernals on her own. She'll need a teammate for that.]


[OOC: Bleu is on board throughout the Thanks for all the Kitsch event, and will be distributing the Sacré Bleu as war paint for anyone who'll accept it. If you do, expect stronger battle instincts, heightened stamina, bloodlust, and (after fights) extreme fatigue. Side effects may include lost or gained time and hallucinations at her whimsy. She will also be clearing out what invaders she can.]

Comments

[formerself]

What kind of help's that, then?

[Because early indicators suggest he could really use some help holy shit.]

An' take a griddle pan if you wanna actually hurt somethin'.

[rhapsody_in]

The kind you clearly need. Where are you?

[formerself]

That ain't an answer.

I'm near the Infirmary, you 'round the kitchen? I'll come upstairs.

[rhapsody_in]

It'll be easier if I just show you.

That's where I am.

[thelastbullet]

You got weapons to share? [Figures that he'd get robbed of all of his weapons just before he desperately needs them. He has nothing but some steak knives he'd pinched from the kitchen the moment he saw a chance.

He doesn't look scared, though. He looks resigned, to any outcome, but he'll fight until his last breath.]

[rhapsody_in]

More like a combat enhancer. But I can help.

[thelastbullet]

[He's not sure what that means, but honestly, he'll take anything right now.]

Near the kitchens?

[americasdirtiest]

Help how?

[Mickey looks like complete and total shit, battered to hell, but that's not stopping him from being cautiously interested. He's still in this fight.]

[rhapsody_in]

Help you kick some ass, dumbfuck. Do you want a hand or do you want your brains bashed in by some naked bitch with horns?

[americasdirtiest]

...great, bitch. How?

[punched_hitler]

[The video's a little spotty, but not bad. He definitely notices the difference in her eyes and face, but he doesn't really know if now is the time to talk about it.] What are things like up there?

cw: gore?

[rhapsody_in]

Busy. We've got monsters. [The oddest things make Bleu cheerful. She pans the communicator to show the succubus she just took down, neck twisted and face bludgeoned.] Where are you? I thought you'd be all over this.

[punched_hitler]

You sound way too excited for that. [Except he sounds way too teasing to actually be serious, in a way.]

Sledge and I were patrolling; one second we were on the Barge, the next we weren't. Some planet - noplace I recognize.

[There's a pause, and a little static, but what he says next comes through all right.] Do you need anything longer-range than a crepe pan? Not that you appear to be having trouble with it.

[He's got stuff in his cabin. None of it's his, but Bucky kept his weapons in top shape.]

Video

[velocette]

[Normally he'd have something philosophical and day-dreamy to say about the concept of personhood, but things are hectic enough that he's actually got his knife out and he's actually quite bloody already.]

I wouldn't turn down a little help. Are you still at the kitchen?

Video

[rhapsody_in]

[It's a busy day. There will be time for philosophy later; for now Bleu is focused on the thrill of the battle. She's never seen him wielding a weapon or spattered with blood.

She kind of likes it.]

Just outside. Where are you?

Re: Video

[velocette]

My cabin, but I'll head your way.

[With his hearing issues it's going to be a tricky trek, that's for sure.]

You look like you're having fun.

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[walkthedarkpath]

I am not on the barge, but heed my words and do not fall to anyone's blade. If you find yourself in need and can find some arrows, there is a bow in my room. You are welcome to it Bleu.

[ Only his closest friends have access just so he can read and not get up to let people in, thus Bleu has entrence.]

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[rhapsody_in]

If I keep using this I won't fall no matter the blade.

Ooh, a bow would be useful. You're armed yourself, right?

[What is it with people trusting Bleu. They really shouldn't.]

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[walkthedarkpath]

See to it that you do not. And yes, I am. I have Karasu with me.

[ He never trusts the right people.]

video;

[apaintingdarkly]

I gotta admit, that's a new one for me.

[ Finding himself off the barge, Dark naturally tried to make a great escape. Since that didn't pan out, he can at least watch the barge fall to pieces and laugh at everyone. ]

video;

[rhapsody_in]

I'm full of surprises, little one. You're off the ship?

video;

[apaintingdarkly]

Yeah, for all the good it's done me.

[babyfacedkiller]

[Have another bruised, bloodied, in way over his head dude. Lloyd's hardly what you'd call a brilliant warrior, but finding a closet to hide in doesn't really appeal to him as a strategy, either.]

Lady, I could use all the fuckin' help I can get. Where do I find you?

[He doesn't even ask what kind of help she's offering, since she seems to enjoy being cryptic about it. What does it matter, anyway? Beggars can't be choosers.]

[rhapsody_in]

[Her new circle, apparently. Unfortunately Bleu can't bequeath actual skill in fighting, but she can give the heart and the drive for it.]

First floor, near the dining hall.

[babyfacedkiller]

[Luckily, he's close enough that it's not too great a struggle to get to her, and he doesn't contract any demon rabies on the way. He's wielding a bloodied morningstar and looks fairly worn out, his right pants leg torn from a recent encounter with the tentacled dogs -- he's lucky he managed to keep the leg itself, though he got some nasty scratches out of it.

Most fights he's been in before were fistfights that sometimes made creative use of furniture, and he was never much above average in those either. This is a whole new ball game, with whole new rules, and he knows he desperately needs some kind of edge to have a chance of keeping up.]

You some kind of witch?

[He doesn't mean it in an insulting sort of way, hopes she doesn't take it that way -- but whatever she is, it ain't fucking human.]