The Amended Powders Meme

[makeyourownkindofmusic]

1 - Tag in with your character
2 - Tag another character with a color of your choosing or generate one with RNG.
3 - Make a mess.

1- Pink is alcoholic, best described as freeze-dried whiskey.
2- Orange tastes like blackcurrant juice. It also gives you an amazing amount of energy.
3- Blue tastes like chocolate milk. Drink it and you'll become a child.
4- Red tastes sort of malty, and will make the drinker feel suddenly veeerrry sleepy. They'll be able to explore the dreams of those around them.
5- Purple tastes of orange juice, and will switch your sex.
6- Green just basically makes you want to have sex.
7- Yellow gives you the urge to fight anyone you see and tastes like a big dollop of Vegemite dropped in a glass of water.
8- Brown is Felix Felicis. It tastes like root beer, but makes everything come up Milhouse.

Comments

[allmystarsaligned]

Nothing. [Rayna keeps her thumb in Mari's eye socket even though it makes her want to be sick.] You know as well as I do how little Others are valued. If it came down to it... I'd drink you dry.

So? Do you want to keep posturing or do you want me to let you go? There's a very simple answer to this question. [Though she knows she can't see her and mostly can't hear her, Rayna waits.]

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Would you, now? [Mari doesn't sound convinced. She can barely hear Rayna. Truth be told, most of her limited senses have been overtaken by a rushing that sounds like the sea, that she recognises as the sound of her own blood pulsing through her body.] And tell me, why would I care about that? I let a werewolf eat me once a week just so I'd have some company. I can bear more than this or a little exsanguination, I assure you.

[She is at the very peak of her anger now, a white hot fury and hatred that is so powerful when it stands alongside the grinding agony of the thumb in her eye that it makes her feel ill. If she's sick in this position, she'll choke. Mistake. Rayna might get off her but...mistake. Like fuck she's backing down.] I respected you once. I was wrong.

[allmystarsaligned]

Really? [As someone who was so keen to throw the crimes of her husband in her face, to call her by his name? It didn't seem like there was ever much respect there.]

I told you not to push me. You made yourself this way. I know about your little ploy. I died defending the organization you claimed to support. [Rayna's breath is coming fast and loud now.] Say one more cross word to me and you will die.

[She can drink faster than you can heal, Mari.]

[constantasthenorthernstar]

What ploy? [This is growing uncomfortable; for the first time Mari begins to attempt to struggle, rocking side to side. If she has to lose an arm to get free, well, she's paid higher prices before.]

I didn't only claim to support The Hour. I did!

[She struggles again, then bares her teeth, opening her working eye to focus on Rayna. She can't lash out; an unfortunate side effect of either her Otherness or her psychology, she's not sure which. Physically harming another makes her so ill that she can't stand it. But her hands turn into shaking fists and she glares as hard as she can, like if she glares hard enough she'll develop laser beams.] So make it happen, bitch. Fucking kill me if you're going to. Kill me or get off. Kill someone who can't fight back. Do it. I'm so fucking tired of you people making threats. One of you has to come through sometime.