[SE] really rings a bell

girls can be dangerous and still win

Dreams were subjective, and from one person to another could mean a plethora of things. She bit her lip, gnawed on the edges as if she were fretting over picking the correct bell, instead of all the other things suddenly weighing her down. “Do you think I should be telling more people?” But what would it be a warning of? Weird shit in the Peepholes? That was an almost everyday occurrence – what with the strange gifts coinciding amongst the bizarre apertures. “Like send out letters and notice board things?” That hadn’t ever really been her lot in life – she much preferred going out and slaying beasts and blowing portions up to prove a point.

Maybe he’d get an answer from Frey. Maybe there was something definitive. She sighed, clutching at the ornamental piece, listening to the sound of it clattering in her grasp. “Definitely more damage,” she managed to summon with a sharper grin, like the thought of blasting things apart changed her attitude.

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

With his own bell picked out, the Heartless pays for it and pockets it, hearing the little chime of it as it settles in his pants pocket. “It might be a good idea.” He admits – shooting her a small and apologetic smile, because he knows it wasn’t usually her style. “I can help if you want? But I think getting ahead of it early in case it is something is better than being behind like we were with the Family.” He muses, shrugging a tattooed shoulder.

Thinking about her canon, though, Sunjata’s smile grows easier just as her sharp grin reaches him and he nods with a soft huff of a laugh. “You’re gonna be insane with them.” It’s a compliment, because there was nothing better that he could think of than a good show with good damage, and the confetti would certainly make it worth watching. “Let me know if you need any help with that too.”

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //

girls can be dangerous and still win

Paying for her bell, she sighed, nose wrinkling to petulant degrees. She wasn’t used to being the bearer of ill fortune and news; much more apt to read about it herself on boards, snag it from someone else, or simply be indifferent, blasting away monsters and bullshit when the time came. Suddenly having responsibility hadn’t wholly encompassed her before – Ludo didn’t want serious proportions and Melita had been happy and content to oblige. “Ugh. What would I even write then? Dear leaders, saw some weird shit in the Peepholes. Bad dream. Could be something. Could be nothing,” a shrug burdened through her shoulders and rippled along the muscles, feeling bristled and haughty all at once.

At least discussion of cannons could be better news – mostly because she could do one of her favorite things (destroying). “Sure. I imagine it’ll be more of the same,” as she made ‘pew pew pew’ signs with her fingers.

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

“Hmm, well…” Sunjata trails off, lips pursing slightly as he considers how to word it. “I’d send something to the leaders just telling them what you told me. Say it might be something or nothing, and they can put it on their notice boards if they think it’s important?” Sunjata suggests, that way it means she doesn’t have to go out of her way to post it if she didn’t want to, and it would be up to the leaders to decide whether it was important enough. “Deimos had a weird experience too at the Peepholes so I think it’d be worth reaching out even if it is nothing.” And gods how he hopes it is nothing, but their track record was pretty bad.

As for the cannons, he’s happy to imagine what kind of things she’d wreak havoc with when it came to an upgraded weapon, and as she makes the gesture with her fingers, he huffs a bright laugh of agreement. “Easy enough, then. You know I like blowing shit up too.” Even if his methods tended to be less explosive. The riptide was probably the most explosive thing he had, but he’s happy to use it whenever he gets a chance to – rarely these days, unfortunately.

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //

girls can be dangerous and still win

Sunjata would be the most diplomatic of the two of them, though it wasn’t a difficult comparison. He had years of experience and she had zero interest. It wouldn’t take long to decipher why she’d never taken on such a role, and likely only this experience, and her demigod status, would lead to any of the current predicament of letters and the bearer of bad news brigade. He made the notions sound much simpler, and she sighed, the long breath unfurling through her nose as she glanced at the sky, then their surroundings, like that might help her evade the inevitable. To hear others were having the same plight meant there needed to be connections and revelations at some point – this wasn’t something she could drag her feet about any longer. Ew, responsibilities. What happened to the hours where she could just throw water balloons at passersby and call it a day? “All right. I’ll…drum something up,” but gods she wasn’t going to be happy about it.

She was more than content to talk about demolishing things than political matters and features, so her grin sharpened, imagining portions blown to smithereens and enemies defiled into bits and pieces of nothing. “You guys should do a weapon of some sort for King’s End eventually.”

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

“Doesn’t have to be much, but just enough to let them decide what to do with it after. And if they choose to do nothing, then you know you’ve at least done your part.” He nudges her with his elbow and shoots her a crooked smile, like he’s trying to lighten the mood. He knows that she isn’t a fan of the responsibilities in regard to matters of the world, so hopefully doing this little message might assuage her from having to do more than that.

Though, they are both demigods, so the likelihood of it continuing was probable. He keeps that thought behind his pale teeth.

As for King’s End and a weapon, he hums a thoughtful sound. “I hadn’t thought about that..” He admits with a laugh, like he’s shocked it hasn’t occurred to him even once to try and figure out a weapon. “Hmm…” He starts to muse it, the thoughts flickering in his mind. “It’s kind of hard sometimes with King’s End, because there’s so many graves around and I go to Frey. Feels like it should’ve been a Ludo spot.” He purses his lips and sighs a little dramatically. “Though maybe we could copy something like the Greatwood had where enemies could be rooted in place or something.” He’d need a lot of workshopping, but it’s clear he’s happy to listen to any input or ideas she might have.

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //

girls can be dangerous and still win

She nodded, compliant but not wholly content with the idea of it. Perhaps it’d be as he’d said; the information extended, there, and what they’d decide to do thereafter would be up to them. What could be done lingered along her mind, because this wasn’t like the Family, where they’d understood the semblances of a foreign invasion, so to speak, but something, currently, either lingering in dreams or being held together with sand.

Weaponry was easier. Melita knew the mechanics of destruction like the back of her hand. That her uncle hadn’t thought of instilling such offensive means into his land made her scoff and grant a quiet huff of her breath, as if she was marginally disappointed, before quirking her brow at the contained legions. She had a suggestion in mind instantly, something to do with utilizing the Barrows and graves and y’know, making a whole bunch of old dead people be resurrected for a half a second and be armaments, but on another notion she kept that one back. Maybe a bit too macabre. “Or, hear me out, blow them up,” she offered with a vague tease. “Depends on where you would want it, I suppose. What you’d choose to defend first.”

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

He wouldn’t mind something like that, utilizing the graves that were there. But he does know some of the region’s people were protective over the people long since passed within King’s End. And he doesn’t anticipate Frey being all too keen on utilizing the bodies of the dead to protect them when it came down to it. So he listens for her suggestion, the tease leaving her as she tells him to blow them up.

Laughing lightly and nodding his head in a motion of conceding to her, he shoots her a grin. “So like, a bomb or a cannon?” He raises his brow toward her, assuming she means a cannon. And maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea that he could workshop it with Freys to see how it might be able to be more Freys-ified.

“I think I’d probably wanna center it in the region, depending on how far it could reach. Mourn seems like a good spot?” Or the Barrows, on the top of one of the hills that overlooked everything else. But that might harm the range and ability to get there quickly in time of stress.

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //

girls can be dangerous and still win

“Okay, I’m always pro-cannon,” as she started, hands going upwards, expressive and wild, bell jingling in her palm. “However, a bomb?!” Ending that particular note on a squeal of approval, her eyes went towards the sky, imagination running rampant on a series of explosions and potential. “You’d have to watch out for y’know, damage to your own shit buuuuut, think how fun!” Given how Melita found ruin and upheaval to be an amusing time – much less, they’d be able to deal a devastating blow to anything that came around threatening King’s End. “And maybe later, you could put one by the port, hm?” Take out any invading potential by sea or air over that way.

Tapping on her chin, her nose wrinkled, thinking about other possible variants and maybe the circumstances coming along with the notions. “Would Frey do all that, you think?”

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in

// i'm not so good with tenses //

“I figured you would be.” He laughs warmly, the sound of the bell in her hand chiming alongside him. She picks up on the idea of a bomb a little too much, though, and Sunjata is already trying to figure out how to step back from that idea. He comes up a little empty as she continues on, suggesting various places to put them. “The explosion would be fun. The clean up, not so much.” He winces at the idea of it, before he’s shaking his head.

Whether Frey would do it or not, Sunjata can’t help but to shoot her a small smile. “Probably not a bomb.. A cannon we could probably make work, though.” He muses, snorting and sighing a little. “Well, lets go grab some food and workshop this some more, huh?” Sunjata says with a huff of a sound and a grin shot her way, guiding her to one of the newer pasta restaurants for a fun new place to stop and eat at.

- FIN

the Heartless

// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //