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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.]
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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She wants to coldly cast him off, to prove she can make herself become everything to him - and leave him as nothing to her. She wants to be ice, in the frigid waters deep beneath the surface.
But the fish interfere. They start to swim all over, as though blocking her from Zack and Zack from her, as though purposely making a barrier between the two with their bodies. For a moment, anger is plain on Mercury's face.
He's so close, after all; he may not pay attention to it himself, but she knows what the cold temperatures are doing to his body systems, what the lack of air is doing to his lungs and brain. She needs just a little while longer.
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It becomes an insistent, physical force that drives his thoughts away from what they should be focusing on - mercury, nothing more, going deeper down and damn it all if he died he would stay with her - and, at first, he lazily tries swatting the fish away. The edges of his vision are starting to darkness, the loss of consciousness imminent. He knows he'll probably drown soon and...
No. Why was that important? It was stupid to think about. She wouldn't let him die like this. She loved him...
The soldier moans a little, without even breathing and the little gulp of water he does inhale causes him to sputter. The eels are slipping under his arms, trying to pull them apart while the school of fish keep that wall steady. He blinks once, then again, trying to clear the warm fog from his mind but it's still so difficult.
One hand still stubbornly clings to her.
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And, because she can't bear to be left, she turns her face away as though she's lost interest in the game.
Tell me if this isn't okay!
He doesn't even realize it's his friend grasping for his hand, keeping him down - the soldier just starts kicking at whatever's still anchoring him to the ocean's depths, desperate to come up for air.
it's perfect! <3
If she could know, in the dream, that he would call her friend... it might be different; but as she is now, each human life in this dream is nothing to her, prey or amusement, good only to pass an hour or two or feed the predators she leaves them to when she's finished.
As he swims upward, struggling, she starts to swim downward, paradoxically heading towards wakefulness and consciousness of her own.