[012 ☿] Mer-cury

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

She's a mermaid, slipping through the water even faster than her normal body could do, darting beneath the waves and breathing her element. Her tail, shimmering blue and silver scales, flickers to speed her along. Sapphires adorn her ears and neck. When she surfaces, finally, she rests on a small rock outcropping, and plays her harp.

The music is clear and lovely. When her voice joins it, lilting and enticing, it becomes irresistible. Nothing like it belongs to this world. Ships divert their courses, heading straight for the rocks, heedless and helpless.

The inevitable wreckage causes chaos. Men shout and struggle to keep themselves afloat. A black-haired soldier determined to reach Mercury finally comes close, only for the mermaid to grab him with unnatural strength and drag him beneath the water with her in a grasping and clinging embrace. She laughs coldly, stirring up a cloud of bubbles that entangle themselves in her hair that wavers with the current. She likes luring them to her.

These sailors and soldiers are far from the first. In the background, the remains of several ships pile up against the misty horizon, notably one marked as the SS Senshi.

[ooc: join in the mer-cury's mischief, be drowned or wrecked (or spared if you're a friend!), just swim together, anything goes. can tell me what you'd prefer.]

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[sixthsefira.livejournal.com]

[Part of him acknowledges the appalling aspect of this dream, the death of those lured into the rocks. But it's largely overshadowed by the fact that he believes that the blame lays on both parties equally. The siren for her song and the sailors for giving into it's deception. This form, it's instincts, and this situation has brought him back closer to that once destructive mindset he once held.

The chaos, the despair, the inevitable blood in the water due to broken timbers and flailing bodies was an old seductive song in and of itself. Thus while he says nothing and does nothing to prevent her actions, he doesn't leave either. Merely watching while moving about the area in lazy circles.]

[ooc: The man is a merman, half-man, half-great white shark.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[The black-haired man drowns. When the fight goes out of him, only then, only for a second, does the mermaid seem shocked.

Then she sees Sephiroth. As if the man has been forgotten that quickly, she darts over to the mer-man instead. The hunting shark. Of course she's drawn closer to that strength.]

There was only one possible outcome.

[sixthsefira.livejournal.com]

[Have a quiet nod in response to that statement. His green eyes moving silently over her form for a moment before returning to her face.]

Indeed. The majority of humanity is often too weak to resist the call of the siren when they hear it. Thus they pay the price for their weakness.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, humans are very easy targets; always have been. Their minds are easily clouded and affected, they're easily manipulated. She tilts her head only at 'majority'.]

Ohh? Think some can resist it?

[sixthsefira.livejournal.com]

There are a precious few, who I think would endeavor to assure that they would not fall to it.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno isn't a siren, but she is part-woman, part giant moray eel, more than nine feet long, and she has the sharp teeth to match. She might not be able to lure sailors, but she's undeniably a predator. She joins in, snatching one of the sailors with great speed and skill, sinking her teeth into his throat, so the water around her fills with blood. She turns toward Ami with a toothy grin.]

Let's get some more. This is fun.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She tosses her head, and looks at the moray for a long moment. She has a deep, gut instinct to warn the other creature off her prey, the dream crossing these sailors with the sailor senshi. (Of course.)

She brushes the strange incongruous feeling off. As she is now, what does she care past the initial moments of the fun of making them come to her? After that, whatever end they meet is so much less important.

Still, she teases her sudden partner.]

Can't bring them to you on your own?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Mostly, she's lazy.]

Not how I hunt. I don't need any kind of magic. [She does it all on her own.] I'm all about the sneak attack. [Like most morays, she usually stays holed up until she bursts out to kill, but she does what she want, and she felt like coming out to see the confusion.] Usually I'm working with the others. [There's no sign of these "others", but Reno seems to assume Ami will know what she's talking about.

She darts forward, biting into another of the sailors for good measure. She isn't even really hungry. She likes to see the blood.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Don't look down on our powers. [Mermaids. Her power over water in waking life, her other powers in waking life that people call cheating. They're not.] We're born with them like you were born with those teeth.

[She doesn't draw blood. Each victim of hers drowns, the ones she attaches herself to so fiercely that they're drawn right into her world, a world they can't hope to survive in.

The black-haired man hadn't had a chance; though just for a moment, the very moment the fight went out of him, she'd almost looked shocked.

Until Reno had come. In the dream, as this cold mermaid, it's easy to leave behind the body, which sinks slowly. She stays a mild distance away, not swimming into the red miasma left by Reno's kill. She makes her own judgment.]

Humans are really easy.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Calm down, baby, I wasn't insulting you. [She's harsh and sarcastic, but she's not no real problem with mermaids.]

Yeah, humans are easy, but they don't taste that good. [Not like fish, which taste awesome.] It's fun tearing them up, though. [Killing things means nothing to her. It's what she does, what they do.

Suddenly, she realizes that's not all she can do. She rises up in the water toward another drowner and sends out a powerful jolt of electricity, shocking him. He shudders and dies. Apparently, she's an electric moray eel.] That was fun. You should bring down some more.

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ as the helmsman, he tries his best to steer the ship away. he tries his best to alert the crew as he hears the song, but even he's easily ensnared in the song despite his valient attempts to try and fight it. he tries, he fails, and like the other men of the crew, he falls into the icy black-blue waters like an anchor.

normally he would take to water as a fish did to the same element, but under the spell, he sinks. ]

/glomps! also ohmy. dilemma. XD

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She smirks. She darts over to the foolish sailor, and catches him in her arms, which are stronger under the dream. She brushes back the stray locks of hair that cover his face, and recognition dawns. She freezes.

She glances towards the objects already sinking slowly to the ocean floor, as if they'll give her a clue.

She holds a finger to her lips, then holds it out to touch Riku's. A bubble of breathable air forms at her fingertip.]

hehehe x3

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ he gasps into the air that forms at his mouth, the haze in his eyes lessen to barely there as he looks at her.

and his brows furrow as recognition settles in his chest. he frowns, narrows his eyes--he is tired. he doesn't want to be here.

he settles a hand onto her shoulder and tries to manuver himself upright. ]

i love everything between these two lol

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She... isn't sure why she did that, because she knows somehow that she has no intention of betraying him by collapsing that bubble, as she could (as she's done to others).]

Don't move so much. It can still be broken.

[She really doesn't understand herself sometimes. She knows, of course, what's happened between them before now, in a vague way shifted to make sense within this dream. But sparing him in the last second surprises the girl who'd claim she can cut down anyone.]

me too~

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ he winces as she speaks.

because she's right. his bones are protesting and his muscles are weakening. he closes his eyes and rests, letting go of her shoulder.

can he talk? he looks at her again. he doesn't like the touching.

he could do without the touching. but it doesn't seem like his psychic powers are in effect, that he's thankful of. he looks up to the surface, watching the wood drift, dismayed. ]

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

He'd known the soldier that was taken down. He was a good friend, a loyal comrade. They'd fought in many battles in the past, and he'd always been stronger than Zack himself. And now... he was gone. Drowned by the very same siren...

He wanted to reach.

The harp was the only thing he could hear. The only thing that mattered. Managing to come out of the wreckage with little more than a burned back and lower leg, he does his best to swim right through the mess of singed planks and lifeless bodies.

His expression is dazed, vacant, almost euphoric as he moves closer, trying to crawl up the jagged rock.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

She loves this. She loves seeing the power she has over them in the way they abandon even their own comrades to come to her. Her voice and the harp keep the spell firmly in place, just as she'd controlled her classmates (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtjirbQk6Dc) so long ago. Humans are easy.

She reaches for him with a playful smile, to pull him closer, beckoning; surely she's accepting his advances. (Of course she has no such intention.)

I love how the related video there is DREAMS. IN. SPAAAAAACE.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

And he loves her.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do, just to be around her, just to be this close and in such awe of her power. Bleeding, wet, and wounded, he drags himself up fully onto the small alcove, slumping against one of the smaller boulders just to revel in all of this.

A slow smile spreads across his face, almost humming along with the tune peacefully.

rofl i didn't even notice. XD

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

She doesn't love him.

She'd say that, no matter their relationship, and in the dream, she doesn't seem to register that it's Zack, someone she's treated neutrally or even well, who's appeared before her several times, who she knows.

She seizes him instead. She wraps her arms around him in a fierce, tight embrace that has nothing to do with tenderness or even passion, and leaps from the rock into the water with him.

~~THE MORE YOU KNOW~~

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

There is no resistance within the rough handling. Either he doesn't notice, or he's far beyond caring.

The man continues to smile down at her, allowing himself to be pulled into her arms and back into the ocean, wrapping his own around her floral-like waist. His feet kick against the waves lazily, half to keep him afloat, half simply on instinct because he doesn't want to leave her.

He never does.

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[The ship is sinking.

It's all that Axel's entirely sure of. He doesn't know how he ended up on a boat, or even why it's going down- but every fibre of his being is screaming at him to climb, to get away from the ever advancing waves.

He really doesn't have many options, though. The ship's mast was already splintering after their harsh impact with the rocks, and Axel can't see any other escape. He's slowly beginning to panic, arms wrapped tightly around the bowsprit- which remarkably has managed to remain unscathed up until now.

Not that it's done him much good. Any moment, that'll be underwater too.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh. This one’s still trying! Mercury darts over towards Axel, stopping right in front of the wreckage he’s (so pathetically) clinging to. She tilts her head back to look at him.

If she recognizes him, it doesn’t show; perhaps it simply doesn’t make a difference to this dream, where he is a sailor and thus her prey. To encourage him to let go, she begins to sing again, an enchanting melody of sleeping in, of spending the day sitting on the clock tower with his friends, of ice cream cones eaten quickly before they melt in the hot days.

Her voice becomes everything he wants, to lead him straight down to her.]

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[Any shock or bewilderment Axel would have begun feeling is preemptively wiped away the moment Ami begins singing. Instead, all he can think about is how nice it would be to pull off his boots and dip his toes in the water. Heck, it looks clean and inviting enough for a swim... and why wouldn’t it be lovely, with a guide like that to lead the way?

Oddly enough, Axel’s reminded of those warm days spent with Roxas and Xion (the memory of her present in this dream, as it sometimes is) atop the clocktower- the relaxed, content feeling that was often present during those days, is somewhat the same as what he’s feeling right now. Of his time in the Organisation, the hours spent with them is what Axel misses most- so to find something else that makes him feel like this? It’s an escape as much as it’s a joy.

Unwrapping his arms from around the bowsprit, Axel begins lowering himself carefully into the water without a second thought as to what he’s doing, eyes slightly glazed over, but focused on Ami.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She decides to try not to giggle. She can’t help the excitement that rushes through her each time someone comes to her. She embraces Axel tightly, and lets herself go, bringing him beneath the waves to the smooth tranquility underwater.

Just as they dip beneath the surface, Mercury touches Axel’s lips with a finger, and a small bubble forms that allows him to breathe normally. Her smile is somewhat off, but surely the gesture speaks for itself. She’s saving him.

At least for now. They go deeper and deeper, fish and stranger mer-creatures surrounding them on all sides, in elegantly synchronized schools or recklessly alone. Strangely, she hasn’t spoken yet.]

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[Some part of his subconscious is screaming at him, trying to get it through to Axel that he's in danger right now, that he need to snap out of this- but it's far too quiet.

He smiles lazily back at Ami, quietly thrilling over and apparently easily accepting his new ability to breathe underwater- a sign if anything that he's not in his right mind. Since when has Axel ever been quiet about anything?

His eyes eventually shift away from Ami to take in the sights around him, and he speaks only when his curiousity becomes strong enough to break through.]

Where are we going?