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[012 ☿] Mer-cury

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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[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Go ahead. Talk normally.

[She seems aware that a human wouldn't know what's happening to them in this world of hers.]

And, if you can, swim on your own.

[She can take him to the depths, to the beautiful secrets of the sea no humans ever experience.]

... I'll try.

[ but his body does hurt after everything he's gone through. he shifts his shoulders, rolls his arms back, detaches himself from her, but holds fast onto her elbow to keep a steadiness about him. this is her element. it's completely foreign to him.

he is, after all, Riku--land.

water is the opposite of him. ]

[It makes him very powerful here. Earth is quite capable of surrounding water and marking out the channels for it to flow through.

But here, in the midst of her element, the man who is the Earth to her Water is far away. She guides Riku.

Why was he on that ship? She hadn't expected...

She hadn't expected her mischief to touch someone she hadn't intended for it to touch. She has that unsettling feeling of things growing too large to keep in her hands.

Mercury pushes that vague disquiet away, and finds the light-hearted smirk she's supposed to have.]

Do you believe in the Dragon King Under the Sea?

[ but he studied her face.

even in the current waves, he can't quite catch every expression, so he lets himself be guided by her.

he doesn't blame her. if he had known...

well, his foresight had failed him. he blamed himself for putting himself in danger. ]

Believe? No.

I'm interested, though.

It's just a legend.

[The dragon-king is.]

However, I can show you the palace.

[Deep down below, in coral and pearl, is a replica of the Dark Kingdom castle, transferred to the dream. There is still a great power beneath the sea.]

If it's a legend, how can you show me the--

[ right, dreams. he breathes in through the bubble deeply and then looks down at the darkening blue. ]

... alright.

Willing to go deeper?

[It's risky, Riku. Especially with her whims. The shipwrecks still aren't that far away.

Without waiting for his answer, she turns tail and dives, deep and fast, heading straight for the deep palace. Though the legend itself is Asian, the palace has the Grecian thing all ancient houses of power seem to have in her subconscious.]

[ what was that quote?

I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.

yeah, that was it.

his clothes are weighing him down a ton, though--he ditches his shirt, boots and the sash around his waist, choosing instead to get out the knife he'd stashed in the leather and wrap it in a part of his now torn cloth. whatever is down there, he's ready, just in case.

he follows quickly, a natural swimmer. ]

[She smiles quietly as he makes ready, and she only turns to glance over her shoulder once or twice the whole way down to the palace.

There is no walking here, of course, and she glides effortlessly through the tall doors and the beginning of the long corridor, marked out by gemstones and pearls.]

[ he can keep up.

surprisingly. though he's not as graceful as her, he shows more power and agility than grace. as images refract in the gemstones, in the pearls, the light objects glittering from the constant glisten of the waves above, he speaks. ]

I'm surprised.

[She pauses, and this time she turns around. Her hair flows with the current like colorful strands of waving seaweed, and her body stays in near-constant motion, set free in three dimensions as she swims.]

What surprises you?

You.

Every time.

[She's capricious.

She's contradictory. Playful and sly, malicious and cold, needy and giving. Most of all needy. Her lips quirk upward.]

Then why not wait 'til next time to draw conclusions about that?

Because that's what I've been doing so far.

[ a revealing statement to say the least, especially as he swims before her, backwards, but easily back to looking where he's going and following her way. ]

[She freezes, just a second but a second can still be so noticeable.

He can't possibly know what those words mean to her. They mean someone interested, someone watching her, someone who intends to be a part of her dreams, who looks for their meetings.

Someone who wants to know her.

He wants to know the person she is beneath both the dutiful girl bound to everyone's expectations and the girl whose sarcasm and facetiousness are such empty shells.

Mercury recovers herself, but she never expected this to turn out this way. She wants to ask what he's seen so far, but she's been warned against using others as her mirror, whether good or bad.]

For the time being, I'm someone who didn't want you to drown. That's all.

Edited 2011-11-10 05:47 (UTC)

[ his long hair sways back and forth in the small bit of current that's followed them, wild but showing some sort of restraint as it curves around his sharp cheekbones and chin. he glances at her out of the corner of his eye and nods.

he caught that second.

he caught the flashes that appeared across her face. ]

I know.

[It's so much easier to tell herself that's all it is. To pretend there's nothing to the choice and her acts but a momentary whim. Certainly nothing personal.

But even so, with that behind them, she seems to relax a little, and remember where they are and why they've come.]

The reality behind this palace is different from the myths. However, it was once a sacred place.

When it sank and became ruined, it was considered to be cursed instead.

Edited 2011-11-10 06:03 (UTC)

Sacred is sacred, even if it's cursed. It's just sacred in a different way.

[She swims up towards what would be the ceiling if the word could be said to apply here at all. Mosaic tiles form intricate designs, and painted frescoes fill most of the rest of the space.]

Do you believe that? That holy and cursed can be the same?

[ he follows dutifully, the edges of his fingers still grasping onto his dagger in case of danger. he knows she's powerful. he knows very well, but he would still like insurance. ]

They're two sides of one coin.

Two sides of one coin.

[She repeats the words thoughtfully, almost to herself, as though thinking out precisely what the metaphor can mean.]

If that's the case, they can't exist side by side. One is always covered by the other.

Depends on how you look at it.

hehehe x3

i love everything between these two lol

me too~

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thing = theme /sob

fff /pats

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stop making her feel feelings :|

nope :}

She doesn't need feelings, ok? :|

:| he thinks differently. the hypocrite.

no being a hypocrite about emotions. said the pot.

he'll be a hypocrite if he wants to. said the kettle.

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