0.6 Her Fault
New
- Location
- Somewhere in South America
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Shout the first thing that comes to mind (This must be an attack!)
Is what you would have said if your mouth was unfused. What comes out is instead closer to…
"Mff mph hmm mmrk mf nmm mnmm mfnm!"
Your face feels like it's boiling. In through the nose, out through the nose. You tried breathing through your fused-shut mouth once. It didn't feel good. What's holding your lips shut feels just like skin. As if your lips had never split during gestation.
"What?" She pauses, holding her hand. Despite the fact her finger is missing, she doesn't seem to feel any pain other than the headache she mentioned earlier. "Shit dude, you're definitely worse off! Your face is all red—"
[X] Hit her. This is her fault. (Somehow)
You sock her in the face as soon as she tries approaching. Unlike what you expected from a ghost, it connects, causing her to stumble-float backwards.
"OW!" She shoots you a glare while rubbing her nose and left cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Mmmg mfff!!" Translation: 'Fuck off.' Your mouth is fused shut. Speech is out of the question for mouthless people. People like you, currently.
Her arms drop to the side as she slacks slightly, "Right. I forgot you can't speak."
You don't honestly care. Your entire body feels like it's burning. Solution! You need a solution to—
"Right– fuck! Fuck what do I do!? I didn't actually mean that whole thing about drowning you—!"
[] Tear open lips.
[X] Cut open lips (With what? Write-in)
-Broken bathroom tiles.
[] Cry (and die).
[] Write-in.
You stumble forth, back into the bathroom and falling onto your knees as soon as you're on safe carpet again. Here goes nothing–!
Tile? Grabbed. Lips, found. Mirror? Yup. Time to—
"AUGH—"
That wasn't your scream, though you wish it was yours. It was hers. You grit your teeth, keep cutting and—
"OW! MY ARM IS BLEEDING! OW! OW OW!"
—ignoring her and… done! Haha.. Oh. Oh sweet sweet air. If you could fall onto the floor of the bathroom without cutting up your fingers any worse than you already did doing that, you would. But oh, sweet sweet air. Running into your lungs in and out. Through your mouth, which stings, but the stinging is far lesser than all the other injuries you already have, so it sort of melts into the background despite its freshness. Your fingers probably hurt worse.
They definitely look worse.
Is this the second time you almost die of oxygen deprivation after waking up neck deep in water? It probably is. You stumble out of the bathroom, tile on your good hand, with a vengeance in mind…
And her arm is bleeding. Fingertip to elbow. One long, shallow gash. Most of her finger is back. Huh. Vengeance achieved?
That's enough to give you both pause. That and the very real blood dripping down the suspected-guilty ghost's arm, staining the carpet. "What the fuck is going on?"
"I dunno. You tell me!" You accuse.
She bends over, squinting accusingly. "Oh, really now?"
"Yes! This is your fault!"
"How?"
"Somehow!"
"Yeah, right, somehow. My arm is fucking bleeding?"
"Okay yeah just fuse it shut like you did my mouth."
Where did that thought come from?
"Fuse. It. Shut?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, yeah, no worries friendo, let me just—" She runs her finger up the gash. "Okay wait no what the fuck."
Part of her fingers is gone. Just like the gash. It too is gone.
"Haha… wow. That's like. A superpower."
"It's magic! Okay, wait, can I replace my more useless insides with—" She reaches down to her abdomen, and from it, new fingers are born to replace the missing ones. "I can! Haha. Wow. That's so cool!"
"Yeah! You're a wizard!"
"A wi–" She sneezes, and something hits against the bed frame again, and she reels back, rubbing her forehead despite being nowhere near the sound. "Ow!!!"
"Deserved!"
"Did not. Your lips are bleeding. Can I try… like, fixing your lips? Like properly now."
"Oh. And my other injuries too. Yeah."
"Okay, sure. Let me just…" Most of the pain fades away as the gold flakes peel away into your lips and fold back into her hand, which then completely fade away as she traces over where they're still bleeding. Two lines are present within the fingers as evidence to her healing.
Is it permanent? You don't know, but you'll take advantage of this as much as you can.
"Hey! Pretty good! Now do the same down here?"
"I am not mending your buttcrack."
You shake your head profusely. That is not where you were pointing. You turn around to point at the offensive gash. "No no, look I have a big gash he–"
She's not looking. "Ah. Okay uh. Um. I'll look… away…"
"C'mon, we're practically naked already."
"Ugh. Fine. Let me…" There's a grimace where before stood pure befuddlement. "Ew. Nasty… let me see if I can…"
Gold dust flows, the wound is mended, and there's less of her left.
The more she mends, the less of her there is. She makes up for it by, well, using this ability on herself. Chest, abdomen… even legs and toes. They don't matter as much as functional fingers when one can float about, it seems.
Ear, fingernails, fingers, forearms. All are fixed
Based on this evidence, you can probably point out several things about her and whatever ability this is (which you are calling 「Gold Dust Woman」, this is non-negotiable).
You go over the evidence and makes notes out of everything to be kept in the recesses of your mind:
Crinkling distracts you from your thoughts. Like old newspaper. Rainbow-blue whips away from the left side of her face. Almost like fire. And in the place where fumes should be, faint, translucent windows into something. Far too small and dim to really be seen.
Pain can't really be conveyed through text, but by the time she's noticed it too, she's screaming. It may look funny, but it may as well be fire.
It's certainly burning like fire.
[X] Shout the first thing that comes to mind (This must be an attack!)
[] Panic.
[] Panic (loudly).
[] Panic (quietly).
[] Panic-Vomit (grossly).
[] Panic-Run (in circles, uselessly).
[] Panic-Apologise (unsuccessfully).
[] Write in.
(Top Four options selected. One was picked for you. Three options remain.)
Timer for Vote: 2 Days (Aprox.) (For EST, More or less hours applicable if I wake up or don't wake up. I suggest you discuss this one thoroughly!! Go over the evidence, discuss!! Share ideas! Insult each other (jokingly and lovingly). Apologies for the delay. I've been exhausted these past few days.
THIS IS THE WORK OF AN ENEMY STAND!
Is what you would have said if your mouth was unfused. What comes out is instead closer to…
"Mff mph hmm mmrk mf nmm mnmm mfnm!"
Your face feels like it's boiling. In through the nose, out through the nose. You tried breathing through your fused-shut mouth once. It didn't feel good. What's holding your lips shut feels just like skin. As if your lips had never split during gestation.
"What?" She pauses, holding her hand. Despite the fact her finger is missing, she doesn't seem to feel any pain other than the headache she mentioned earlier. "Shit dude, you're definitely worse off! Your face is all red—"
[X] Hit her. This is her fault. (Somehow)
You sock her in the face as soon as she tries approaching. Unlike what you expected from a ghost, it connects, causing her to stumble-float backwards.
"OW!" She shoots you a glare while rubbing her nose and left cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Mmmg mfff!!" Translation: 'Fuck off.' Your mouth is fused shut. Speech is out of the question for mouthless people. People like you, currently.
Her arms drop to the side as she slacks slightly, "Right. I forgot you can't speak."
You don't honestly care. Your entire body feels like it's burning. Solution! You need a solution to—
"Right– fuck! Fuck what do I do!? I didn't actually mean that whole thing about drowning you—!"
[X] Cut open lips (With what? Write-in)
-Broken bathroom tiles.
[] Write-in.
You stumble forth, back into the bathroom and falling onto your knees as soon as you're on safe carpet again. Here goes nothing–!
Tile? Grabbed. Lips, found. Mirror? Yup. Time to—
"AUGH—"
That wasn't your scream, though you wish it was yours. It was hers. You grit your teeth, keep cutting and—
"OW! MY ARM IS BLEEDING! OW! OW OW!"
—ignoring her and… done! Haha.. Oh. Oh sweet sweet air. If you could fall onto the floor of the bathroom without cutting up your fingers any worse than you already did doing that, you would. But oh, sweet sweet air. Running into your lungs in and out. Through your mouth, which stings, but the stinging is far lesser than all the other injuries you already have, so it sort of melts into the background despite its freshness. Your fingers probably hurt worse.
They definitely look worse.
Is this the second time you almost die of oxygen deprivation after waking up neck deep in water? It probably is. You stumble out of the bathroom, tile on your good hand, with a vengeance in mind…
And her arm is bleeding. Fingertip to elbow. One long, shallow gash. Most of her finger is back. Huh. Vengeance achieved?
That's enough to give you both pause. That and the very real blood dripping down the suspected-guilty ghost's arm, staining the carpet. "What the fuck is going on?"
"I dunno. You tell me!" You accuse.
She bends over, squinting accusingly. "Oh, really now?"
"Yes! This is your fault!"
"How?"
"Somehow!"
"Yeah, right, somehow. My arm is fucking bleeding?"
"Okay yeah just fuse it shut like you did my mouth."
Where did that thought come from?
"Fuse. It. Shut?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, yeah, no worries friendo, let me just—" She runs her finger up the gash. "Okay wait no what the fuck."
Part of her fingers is gone. Just like the gash. It too is gone.
"Haha… wow. That's like. A superpower."
"It's magic! Okay, wait, can I replace my more useless insides with—" She reaches down to her abdomen, and from it, new fingers are born to replace the missing ones. "I can! Haha. Wow. That's so cool!"
"Yeah! You're a wizard!"
"A wi–" She sneezes, and something hits against the bed frame again, and she reels back, rubbing her forehead despite being nowhere near the sound. "Ow!!!"
"Deserved!"
"Did not. Your lips are bleeding. Can I try… like, fixing your lips? Like properly now."
"Oh. And my other injuries too. Yeah."
"Okay, sure. Let me just…" Most of the pain fades away as the gold flakes peel away into your lips and fold back into her hand, which then completely fade away as she traces over where they're still bleeding. Two lines are present within the fingers as evidence to her healing.
Is it permanent? You don't know, but you'll take advantage of this as much as you can.
"Hey! Pretty good! Now do the same down here?"
"I am not mending your buttcrack."
You shake your head profusely. That is not where you were pointing. You turn around to point at the offensive gash. "No no, look I have a big gash he–"
She's not looking. "Ah. Okay uh. Um. I'll look… away…"
"C'mon, we're practically naked already."
"Ugh. Fine. Let me…" There's a grimace where before stood pure befuddlement. "Ew. Nasty… let me see if I can…"
Gold dust flows, the wound is mended, and there's less of her left.
The more she mends, the less of her there is. She makes up for it by, well, using this ability on herself. Chest, abdomen… even legs and toes. They don't matter as much as functional fingers when one can float about, it seems.
Ear, fingernails, fingers, forearms. All are fixed
Based on this evidence, you can probably point out several things about her and whatever ability this is (which you are calling 「Gold Dust Woman」, this is non-negotiable).
You go over the evidence and makes notes out of everything to be kept in the recesses of your mind:
- The ability can "fill in" spaces with parts of Christine.
- It is mostly intangible, but you were able to touch it (somehow).
- If a part that is filled is damaged in any way the damage goes back to her.
- Even if she pulls back the material, the damage received remains.
- She can pull back the filling at any time that she desires, reverting the changes (if all changes are reverted is not definitive. Your lips feel weird?)
- Something doesn't need to have been connected to another thing to be "filled", it just needs to be the same object (or have been? Unsure. Maybe experiment in a bit?)
Crinkling distracts you from your thoughts. Like old newspaper. Rainbow-blue whips away from the left side of her face. Almost like fire. And in the place where fumes should be, faint, translucent windows into something. Far too small and dim to really be seen.
Pain can't really be conveyed through text, but by the time she's noticed it too, she's screaming. It may look funny, but it may as well be fire.
It's certainly burning like fire.
[X] Shout the first thing that comes to mind (This must be an attack!)
[] Panic.
[] Panic (loudly).
[] Panic (quietly).
[] Panic-Vomit (grossly).
[] Panic-Run (in circles, uselessly).
[] Panic-Apologise (unsuccessfully).
[] Write in.
(Top Four options selected. One was picked for you. Three options remain.)
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Timer for Vote: 2 Days (Aprox.) (For EST, More or less hours applicable if I wake up or don't wake up. I suggest you discuss this one thoroughly!! Go over the evidence, discuss!! Share ideas! Insult each other (jokingly and lovingly). Apologies for the delay. I've been exhausted these past few days.