( semi-open ) WHITE WHALE HOLY GRAIL

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WHO: ishmael and YOU 🫵🫵🫵
WHAT: june catchall + memshares. lots of moby dick references if you widen your eyes a lot.
WHERE: nevada
WHEN: june
WARNINGS: graphic depictions of gore, violence and repeated deaths; emotional and psychological manipulation, gaslighting, aquatic horror, suicidal ideation, tba. see her opt-out for more info.



source | plotting
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[wheft]

[ nahhhh, it's no longer like that at all. ishmael's learned to point her harpoon at the right target. E.G.O corrosion is just a feature and not a bug, at the end of the day.

and even if ish would like to stop this former color in her tracks, she can't. she roars, flapping her wings once more before zooming towards gebura, charging up another fireball in her feelers. she wants to feel the heat that bad? then bring it!!! ]

[bemist]

[ Does she think she can handle Ishmael like this? Yes, and I'm very sorry to Ishmael for it, but she'd rather not draw it out too long. So this may not be necessary, in her mind, but if she's bringing her corroded best into this fight, Gebura should respond in her kind.

With the soft rustling of pages, her outfit changes, to a long black coat, to dark attire--and her speed increases, the force in which she swings Mimicry (the blunt side, at least) also having ramped up, to try and slam into the moth before she can launch her fireball.

If she does, that's fine, she's been singed before. ]

[wheft]

[ who will win: a giant fuck-off moth made of fire or the red mist herself?

y'all already know the answer to this, of course.

gebura may come out of this singed, but the moth is knocked back like a homerun with so much force that ishmael de-transforms while still flying backwards - or so it looks like it, but let's be real her corrosion time is up anyway. she hits the hot sandy ground, trail and all, and she should be down for the count but ishmael is nothing but resilient. annoyingly so.

it's only because she keeps hearing voices coming from the worm, voices that she knew that she'll never hear again, but if she gets up on her feet again and walk over there, she could meet her friends again and apologize and maybe, just maybe, finally mourn for them now that she's got all the time on the world. so she does just that, crawling over to the carnage in her bloody state before slowly getting up to her feet... ]

[bemist]

[ Oops.

Gebura observes this, outfit flickering back to normal (for the desert), and if there's anything to be said for Ishmael, she's tenacious. Well, that tends to happen when you survive some of the worst the City has to offer, but it would be a shame to lose someone who doesn't irritate her. It's such a rare trait.

So she walks closer, sighing under her breath. ]

You probably shouldn't be moving.

[wheft]

I... I've got to get there... Dante--

[ the ticking of the clock grows louder in her mind like a timebomb. ishmael topples over, but that doesn't slow her down any... sort of. she's just going to drag her pathetic self through the hot sands, towards the worm. ]

[bemist]

[ And now she's doing the saddest version of an army crawl.

Gebura closes her eyes briefly to ward off a headache, then crouches down, hoisting Ishmael up by the collar. I wish she could say she was dangling, but probably not. ]

Think for a second. I don't know who the hell Dante is, but why would they be out there? Right now?

[wheft]

They're just-- like that! Can't you hear them?!

[ the ticking, that is. gebura doesn't hear them, of course, but ishmael's going to struggle in her grasp anyway despite the pain and soreness in her body from being tossed around. ]

I need to g-get them back--! Dante!!

[bemist]

[ Then Ishmael is going to be thrown over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I'm so sorry, Ishmael. This is undignified. ]

I'll apologize later if you're right.

[ Rude. ]

[wheft]

[ OH TO BE CARRIED LIKE A POTATO SACK BY THE RED MIST HERSELF ]

L-Let go of me!! Where are you even taking me?!

[ starts thrashing around on gebura's shoulders like a kid ]

[bemist]

Away.

And if you try to fight me any more than this, I will knock you out.

[ This is a promise! ]

[wheft]

I don't give a fuck! Kill me if you have to, I don't care anymore!!

[ she cares immensely. but, you know. mind games be mindgaming. she's not going to right gebura outright but she will continue to try and pull herself away from gebura's grasp anyway ]

[bemist]

[ Well. It's fine, she's not about to let go of her anytime soon. Or kill her. Sorry, Ishmael.

But she's still heading to the campervan with a redhead captive in tow, falling silent. ]

[wheft]

[ when will gebura kill any of my fixers huh :/

she will keep thrashing until her energy runs out, the campervan just within reach. her sanity's still pretty low though, and whenever gebura finally lowers her down, she will try to make a futile dash for it. ]

[bemist]

[ I am so sorry, but if Ishmael doesn't dash Enough, Gebura is going to grab her by the collar and haul her in for a rather vicious head-butt.

Ma'am, please. She admires your stubbornness but Not Like This. ]

[wheft]

[ A HEADBUTT??? and it's super effective too. it's enough to knock her out, and if this were some kind of cartoon her eyes would be swirls by now.

but hey at least she's down for the count? RIP her noggin once she wakes up later, though. ]