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

all my characters want to fight mari, i guess

[allmystarsaligned]

...yellow.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Stargazers who just stay in one place are the most useless things in the world. "Oooh, look at me, looking at the pretty stars all night long and doing nothing useful!" God, how ridiculous. [This drink isn't too bad. It's salty as fuck, but it tastes like gravy, or meat juice, without any of the queasiness she gets from eating actual meat. Yeah, she actually enjoys this. It's a mix of the drink not tasting as bad as it looks and adrenaline pumping through her, but it's a heady mix.] I might be an Other, but I'm a damn sight more interesting than someone who just looks at stars all night. You don't even travel!

[allmystarsaligned]

Are you finished?

[Rayna sits through the tirade, arms crossed at the elbows. There is no point in traveling so long as you are in steady communication with other astron- no. And a great deal has been accomplished in practical physics that depended on astronomical dat- no. She can't allow herself to become argumentative and therefore angry.]

You might be an Other, [Rayna says with measured breaths] but as I understand it, that doesn't mean much up here.

THIS WILL END WELL TOO.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Didn't mean much down there, either. [Mari takes another swig of the yellow juice. Let's be fair, she doesn't exactly need chemical help to bait someone, but it helps. It's a bit like giving someone with a gold medal in high jumping a trampoline and also some steroids for their next tournament.] Wait, I know you. I mean, beyond being a useless stargazer. Aren't you the one who married the man who was fucking cutting open living people? Ah yes, Lord and Lady Vivisection. More proof, just in case the world needed it, that when it comes to monsters, the aristocracy is the worst of all kinds. You knew, I'll bet money on it, however easy the guard let you off. They should've jailed you. They should have shot him on the spot.

[allmystarsaligned]

[It's been a long time since she's bitten someone. Rayna remembers the mania that overtook Alexander when he started feeding from humans. She rationalizes it as his guilt getting the best of him, but there are some vampires who swear that, like lions, once one of their kind gets a taste for human blood, they'll settle for nothing less. Rayna is a few off comments from seeing if those vampires are full of shit.

She's small, but with a deep breath and the straightening of her posture, she seems much more imposing. It's clear from the way she clutches the back of her chair that Rayna is furious, even if her face doesn't give away much.] I knew. I threw him out of his own house. They hanged him a few weeks later. Hanging is much more painful than being shot.

[She's put so much effort into not thinking about Duncan. Into not thinking about her boys. She lets go of the chair and instead grabs the front of Mari's shirt and pulls her forward.] I was glad for it. But if you ever mention the father of my children again, I'll rip your throat out.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

No. [It's true, there's always a chance the bones in your neck will hold and you'll be slowly strangled as you swing from that rope. There's also the chance that your neck will snap, that death will be quick...But being shot by an arrow or a crossbow bolt...more than likely it won't kill you immediately. You'll suffer for days, sometimes, feeling your blood drain out, feeling the muscles deaden and die as you do too.

Mari puts her hands on Rayna's shoulders, full of bitter vindication.] Oh please, I was the feeding post for a werewolf for years. You don't scare me.

[allmystarsaligned]

[In one angry move, she takes Mari to the ground, slams her left shin onto her neck and pins her arm with her knee, then drives her right foot into Mari's other elbow and just sort of sits there.]

I don't want to scare you. I don't want to hurt you. I want to warn you. Because if you say anything like that to me again, I will kill you. And given what kind of Other you are, it will be slow, and it will be painful.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari's taken aback a little, winded. But she laughs anyway, at the threat. "Holy shit, you fucking moron! I want to die!" pounds in her thoughts, in her brain. Holy shit! All these threats aren't threats at all to her. Hopefully, it's a promise. Her laugh is pretty fucking ugly considering that there's no air left in her lungs, so it's more of a gasp-pant-chortle thing.]

Oh yeah? Good. Cuz I'm not exactly a fan of being alive, Adept Evandros.

sorry this will be icky

[allmystarsaligned]

Fine.

[Call her that again and she will wreck you. In one deft move, Rayna drives her thumb into Mari's eye and leaves it there. Let it heal, she'll just take it out again.

With labored breaths, she mutters] How wise do you think it is as an Other who regenerates to accuse a scientist and a vampire of vivisection? I could keep you alive and in pain for as long as I like. And you really haven't made me want to do you any favors.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Would you believe, the worst of it is the squelching?

Years of having body parts ripped off in a damp basement in Tyrol mean that Mari doesn't immediately scream or cry out - she's too used to Cristo mocking her for it. But her teeth slam shut and grind together so hard a piece of one of her back molars is chipped off and she gives and involuntary full body shudder. As angry and drunk on conflict (and contact) as she is, she can't bring herself to front or laugh. It's rather difficult to do any of those things when someone's blinded you.

Like what the shit, Rayna, you decided her being deaf wasn't enough? Fuck you!]

It takes a very special sort of someone to know how to keep someone alive, [she says, through her gritted teeth. There's a lot of saliva in her mouth suddenly and she considers spitting at Rayna, but wisely reconsiders] last I heard you look at stars and shit, not heal people. What can you really do to bring me back from the brink if I start bleeding out?

[Even if her non-fingered eye was open, she'd be blind. This hatred pulsing through her isn't exactly a stranger. It feels way too big for her frame, like it's trying to push out her edges and escape out into the world. She can feel herself pulsating with it; all she can see is white and hot.

Silver, she thinks. Wolfs bane. No. Iron? Possibly. A cross. What to kill a vampire?]

[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.