in the dark / day one, rita.

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in the dark / day one, rita. Feb 23, 2024 0:07:06 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Feb 23, 2024 0:07:06 GMT -5

R I T A

i don't think people love me
they love versions of me i have spun for them

I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Standing at the edge of the billowing hundred-foot wall of shadow, crackling wisps of lighting flashing every so often... I definitely felt I bit of far more than I could chew.

But fuck it, right?

The way I see it, I was going to probably die in here one way or another. Don't get me wrong, I was gonna try my best not to, but still - how many people can live to say they saw...... this.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I closed my eyes and pushed forward, faintly wondering if this was going to be it. But much to my surprise... it wasn't! Shit. I

'm still here. Vision slightly impaired by the constant swirling smoke, but still fucking here! And standing next to something very tiny and furry.

"Well, hello, you," I muse toward the ground, but its hard to make out with all the smoke, so I lean down, but feel a crunch beneath my feet as my weight shifts.

Were those bones?

rita tries to catch a creature!

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rita scavenges at the bone pit!

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in the dark / day one, rita. Feb 23, 2024 15:55:20 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Feb 23, 2024 15:55:20 GMT -5

H A R L E Y

one with the baseball bat in the pen
two with the sword, stick, strike & defend

Arms crossed, trademark frown: "I'm not going in there."

Hell no, she wants to add - but Harley's not one for dramatics. Her neck cranes up at the mass of black that ripples as if it's alive and a shiver runs through her spine, seperate from the ones caused by the cold. What was it that Dad used to quote, stare into the abyss and it stares right back? Whatever. Harley knows a bad idea when she sees one.

Rita doesn't play it safe. It's something Harley admires in her, that sheer recklessness or confidence that can only come from being raised in One - but it also makes her swallow, grit her teeth. She holds her breath as Rita wanders in, waiting for the scream or the canon fire. One second, two seconds, three seconds, ten. Twenty. Thirty.

It never comes. But the sudden trilling of the twinkly little light that insists on following Harley makes her start, jumping with her heart as it leaps into her throat.

"Fuck!" she gasps, shakes her head, steadies and recalibrates. "You little shit, what do you think... you're...?"

And the Seelie floats gently, almost smiling at her, and enters the fold that stretches across this makeshift world.

Harley almost starts, raising her hand ever so slightly before it falls back to her side. Wait, she wants to say. Don't. But then she sees it - that gentle blue glow. Ever so faint, but there. It shrinks, flickers, then grows once more as the Seelie bursts from the black smoke unbetrubed and hauling a sack of fabric in its tiny little limbs.

Its wings flitter with the effort, sounds almost like straining as it stops in front of Harley and drops the bag at her feet. It nudges at her pockets, points a little hand toward the camoflague-coloured bag. Huh.

"Find me something else and I'll think about letting you stick around."

"You sure took those instructions seriously."

It almost looks proud as Harley inspects the bag, unzips the compartments and dumps all but her knife into the main pouch before closing it securely and hoisting it over her shoulders. She won't admit this thought out loud, but the little thing might actually be useful after all. And she's always liked olive green, the colour of her eyes. Maxen's eyes. The colour of them, the last two Royce's standing.

The Seelie hovers toward the edge of the fold, squeaking with a beckoning nudge of its arms.

Harley sighs a "Fine" and follows her allies into the dark.

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harley scavenges around the bone pit. gross!

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in the dark / day one, rita. Feb 23, 2024 20:52:07 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Feb 23, 2024 20:52:07 GMT -5

R I T A

i don't think people love me
they love versions of me i have spun for them

"Oh, my gosh! Aren't you just the cutest thing I've ever seen?"

My voice is much higher than normal, and my nose is all scrunched up, but I can't help it! It was so small and so fluffy, white as snow, with two little black, beady eyes. Just the most adorable little creature! My excitement was hard to contain; finding something so sweet and precious in a horrid place such as this.

It must have been kismet.

I try desperately to ignore the constant crunching beneath my feet, telling myself over and over that its just snow. It's just fresh snow. But then the little thing at my heels crawls across a very visible skull, my stomach churns over. Reaching down, I offer out my hand to the very fuzzy ferret and try not to squeal as she immediately takes to my arm.

"Oh, I'm gonna have to name you, aren't I?"

I give her some scritches right under the chin. "It needs to be regal, I think," A musing as we walked on, kicking things about and looking around. "I know!" I pull her up to my face and boop her nose with mine.

"I'll call you Princess."

rita scavenges at the bone pit again!

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