[here they are, just minding their own business wherever they happen to be, when a bubble very rudely pops up around them. wow! how dare it be so sneaky! couldn't it have failed it's stealth check?
anyway.
jiuqing sighs when they find themselves in a bubble. most of the memories that have been shown to get out of these things have been benign, so far - so with a look of resignation, she reaches for the bubble and touches it. it glows with a soft color, and the memory begins.
the stories of intrigue are maybe a little lost on him, but some parts of this aren't. the taste of death, first - the feeling of being strangled to death, is, unfortunately, something he is not unfamiliar with - but maybe more so the story of being half siblings.
that resonates. the noble family, the distaste the people looking down at her, imagining that she could harm anyone like that - he thinks of velora - and takes in a sharp breath when the memory ends.
vax's hand comes to rest between her shoulderblades, almost immediately. ]
Whoa - whoa. [ it takes a second to shake himself free, but the resulting tone is a genuine concern, gentle, as he ducks his head a little to catch her eyes. ] ...you alright, doc?
[ despite the ...well, coarseness of it, it is very patient. he gets this behavior, these walls. ] My mother died when I was fifteen, and it still fucking hurts. Doesn't make me any less than I am.
[at fifteen... jiuqing's brows furrow a little, and her expression softens into something sympathetic. she reaches over to put a hand on his arm.]
...I'm sorry for your loss, Sir Vax'ildan.
[losing a mother is never easy.
the thought of it terrifies her - enough so that she's done everything she can since waking up in her own body, years in the past, to protect her own mother. the thought of losing her mother scares her much more than the thought of losing her own life, and it always will.]
's - it's not okay, not really. [ it is, though, if only because...
well. he just saw her, really, but that's a different story entirely. his brows furrow a little further, and he leans in a bit more, hand on her back. ]
... 's not the point, though. The point is - who's going to judge you? I'm not. [ his voice softens a little, mouth quirking up. ] If you're not fine, don't be fine. I won't tell anyone.
[she looks up into his face. her expression is sympathetic. it's not okay... it's difficult to move past losing your mother. she knows that so very well.
she doesn't know that other part of his story (although, maybe she might? pleading face emoji at sisi for a memory), and he's continuing on.
...she smiles faintly.]
Thanks. I... it's strange to talk about it. [...] I've never told anyone in Daxing. Who would believe me? These things don't happen, there. I've never met anyone else who could use even the most mundane magic, and coming back from the dead, it's... that isn't mundane.
[ i wanted to do sjq's reaction wiggles!! I WANTED TO BE FAIR
that faint smile is a little better - and, seeing the words pried loose, vax nods, gently encouraging the talk. ]
So... you're trying to restart and fix it all, yeah? 's a lucky opportunity. [ ... ] Can't say we've got a lot of time travel, [ as i am the wrong liam o brien character for that ] but, coming back from the dead's normal where I'm from.
Don't think there's a better place to talk about your weird problems than this fuckhole. [ this comes with a wide gesture at the prism as a whole. ] All of us have got issues, and none of us are from anywhere even remotely close to each other. Well - except me and Percy, I guess, and the swords.
[without this second chance, she and her mother would both be dead, and frankly - she thinks her world would be much worse off for it. but maybe that's just ego talking.]
...and you're right about that. [...] I'm just not used to being around people who would understand.
his smile's a little more gentle, there; vax is genuine and supportive, and maybe especially in this moment. ]
Well. You've got a lot of us, now. [ a whole bunch of assholes who are used to magic! maybe vax and percy especially. ] Just gotta let us in, a little. Alright?
[ as he's saying this, attention focused on su jiuqing, another bubble floats by, this one descending from the ceiling... ]
that voice is keyleth - ringing through the darkness, in desperation - and you see her reach out for something and pull.
you're sitting with the others in the temple of sarenrae that's been built in whitestone. it's still under construction, but you sit with the others and watch, nervewracking, as pike does the rituals for a spell that you've seen done before.
for you, it's watching your sister that breaks your heart.
percy is your friend. losing him - to ripley, even after he came back, after they were all suffering - was a painful final blow, one that shook vox machina to pieces. you've all been broken apart since he was gone, and you've done your best to be strong for the others, but it wrings at your chest, too. you told percy that you were angry with him. that you didn't trust him. and you didn't, because he took something from you - even if he didn't mean to, it didn't matter, he took vex'ahlia and you couldn't stand that he let her get hurt. it feels so long ago, now, looking at percy's cold body on the altar, after you used the newly blessed powers of the raven queen and saw orthax's soul clinging to that gun and swallowing percy whole.
percy is your friend.
percy is your teammate.
you watch vex'ahlia take his residuum, and his raven skull - raven skulls, something thet wo of you have in common, you have so much in fucking common - and you watch her shake as she steps from you and goes to percy.
and she speaks, her voice shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Percy, I don't know if you can hear me, but that day in Syngorn was one of the best moments of my life. And not because of what you think. It wasn't because of my father or the title. It was because of Whitestone. It was because of you. You allowed me to be a part of the thing that you hold dearest. And I was so proud.
But I don't want to be here if you're not.
Whitestone still needs you, darling. I still need you here." and you watch your beloved sister, who loves so deeply, who deserves the best of the world, lean down and kiss percy as he lays perfectly still, and sob, "I should have told you: it's yours.".
and you watch, and your heart swells in your chest, with grief and sorrow and love and you feel some of that fury you've had buried for percy start to crack apart.
vex'ahlia returns to you.
pike next. she uses the power of saraenrae - so warm that it brushes through the entire temple, and it brings a shiver up your spine. a goddess you used to follow, too. you watch like a hawk, like a raven, watching, watching, holding vex's hand in your left, keyleth's in your right.
the ritual glows.
keyleth is last. the two of you look at each other, and you want to say something, but you think - it won't be the same. you can't, you can't fumble around your relationship with percy and fuck this up, percy needs keyleth, and they need percy. and you, you need percy too.
keyleth takes a deep breath, and you join her, and you look down into the face of percival, and keyleth's voice washes over you, too.
"Percy, we had many conversations about life and death, and in many ways, you were my total opposite. But you are also my best friend. Even though I told you that day that I gave you this that we're all going to die and that you can still be saved from yourself, it was clear the journey was far from over, and it still isn't."
a soft, greenish light glows from keyleth's hands, and you look up, as a barrage of crows comes from almost nowhere, melding out of the shadows. they wrap around keyleth's form as she talks, and you love her so fucking much, and she loves percy so fucking much, because you are all a family.
"As much as you might think your journey is over, just because yours might be, ours isn't. And we need you. And I need you."
you look down at percy's face, surrounded by crows, by black feathers
percy is your friend.
percy is your family.
you kneel by his head, and you summon the magic so the wings of your own burst out of your back, and you think, crow that you are, and you drape them over percy's unconscious body like a cloak, and you close your eyes.
you and i have too much in common.
we are family.
you are my brother.
i need you.
we need you.
the crows leave the temple in a flurry of black feathers and golden light, and it's just pike, now. it's pike, her divine form, and divine energy slams into percy's body, and for a moment, no one in the room moves, or breathes, as the light fades and the temple is just a temple. for a brief moment, it feels like nothing will work. vex'ahlia grabs your hand.
and then color starts to flood percy's cheeks.
he doesn't move. he's unconscious - the group seems to breathe all at once, instead, in unison with percy, their percy, their stupid fucking teammate, your stupid fucking brother. your sister sobs pike's name, and pike collapses to the ground in relief, and you get your free hands on percival and push some healing magic into his veins to bring him back to consciousness, back to vox machina.
seeing percy lying there like that - pale and unmoving - is horrifying, and jiuqing's heart clenches unpleasantly as the memory plays out. it already happened - for vax. is this in percy's future? or has it already happened?
this can't be his end, can it?
...the memory keeps going.
they won't give up on him. it warms her heart to see that, to know from watching through vax's eyes that they won't just let him go, that they refuse to accept that this is his end. it's so obvious how much they all care for him, and though she doesn't understand in the slightest how any of these rituals work, it's clear that they do.
he's alive. he's breathing. there's color in his cheeks.
...he's alive.]
...he's - he's okay. You all saved him.
[vax truly was not kidding when he said they'd had plenty of experiences with weird death shit.
she wipes at her face, where there are tears. she's not even sure when she started crying.]
week three, monday - cw: strangulation
anyway.
jiuqing sighs when they find themselves in a bubble. most of the memories that have been shown to get out of these things have been benign, so far - so with a look of resignation, she reaches for the bubble and touches it. it glows with a soft color, and the memory begins.
noble families really suck, don't they?
sometimes, family will be the death of you.
...but death isn't always the end.
when the memory ends, jiuqing is frozen, one hand brought up to her neck, her fingertips brushing against her throat.]
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is a lot.
the stories of intrigue are maybe a little lost on him, but some parts of this aren't. the taste of death, first - the feeling of being strangled to death, is, unfortunately, something he is not unfamiliar with - but maybe more so the story of being half siblings.
that resonates. the noble family, the distaste the people looking down at her, imagining that she could harm anyone like that - he thinks of velora - and takes in a sharp breath when the memory ends.
vax's hand comes to rest between her shoulderblades, almost immediately. ]
Whoa - whoa. [ it takes a second to shake himself free, but the resulting tone is a genuine concern, gentle, as he ducks his head a little to catch her eyes. ] ...you alright, doc?
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[she's quiet, though she doesn't flinch away from his gaze. she meets it, her eyes a little faraway - but then she focuses on him, and nods once.]
...I'm fine.
[im glad this is happening on monday so their surroundings don't burst into flames]
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he snorts. ]
That's bullshit.
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[waves hands vaguely in timelines i hate this canon]
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[ despite the ...well, coarseness of it, it is very patient. he gets this behavior, these walls. ] My mother died when I was fifteen, and it still fucking hurts. Doesn't make me any less than I am.
[ or you, any less than you are. ]
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...I'm sorry for your loss, Sir Vax'ildan.
[losing a mother is never easy.
the thought of it terrifies her - enough so that she's done everything she can since waking up in her own body, years in the past, to protect her own mother. the thought of losing her mother scares her much more than the thought of losing her own life, and it always will.]
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's - it's not okay, not really. [ it is, though, if only because...
well. he just saw her, really, but that's a different story entirely. his brows furrow a little further, and he leans in a bit more, hand on her back. ]
... 's not the point, though. The point is - who's going to judge you? I'm not. [ his voice softens a little, mouth quirking up. ] If you're not fine, don't be fine. I won't tell anyone.
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she doesn't know that other part of his story (although, maybe she might? pleading face emoji at sisi for a memory), and he's continuing on.
...she smiles faintly.]
Thanks. I... it's strange to talk about it. [...] I've never told anyone in Daxing. Who would believe me? These things don't happen, there. I've never met anyone else who could use even the most mundane magic, and coming back from the dead, it's... that isn't mundane.
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that faint smile is a little better - and, seeing the words pried loose, vax nods, gently encouraging the talk. ]
So... you're trying to restart and fix it all, yeah? 's a lucky opportunity. [ ... ] Can't say we've got a lot of time travel, [ as i am the wrong liam o brien character for that ] but, coming back from the dead's normal where I'm from.
Don't think there's a better place to talk about your weird problems than this fuckhole. [ this comes with a wide gesture at the prism as a whole. ] All of us have got issues, and none of us are from anywhere even remotely close to each other. Well - except me and Percy, I guess, and the swords.
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[without this second chance, she and her mother would both be dead, and frankly - she thinks her world would be much worse off for it. but maybe that's just ego talking.]
...and you're right about that. [...] I'm just not used to being around people who would understand.
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his smile's a little more gentle, there; vax is genuine and supportive, and maybe especially in this moment. ]
Well. You've got a lot of us, now. [ a whole bunch of assholes who are used to magic! maybe vax and percy especially. ] Just gotta let us in, a little. Alright?
[ as he's saying this, attention focused on su jiuqing, another bubble floats by, this one descending from the ceiling... ]
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I'm not very good at that. [she smiles a little sheepishly.] But... I'll try to.
[she is too busy smiling back at him to notice the bubble. they are caught.]
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...and then, easy, he offers, ] Might as well get this over with, huh?
[ and reaches out to gently wash the bubble with a bit of pale green. ]
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seeing percy lying there like that - pale and unmoving - is horrifying, and jiuqing's heart clenches unpleasantly as the memory plays out. it already happened - for vax. is this in percy's future? or has it already happened?
this can't be his end, can it?
...the memory keeps going.
they won't give up on him. it warms her heart to see that, to know from watching through vax's eyes that they won't just let him go, that they refuse to accept that this is his end. it's so obvious how much they all care for him, and though she doesn't understand in the slightest how any of these rituals work, it's clear that they do.
he's alive. he's breathing. there's color in his cheeks.
...he's alive.]
...he's - he's okay. You all saved him.
[vax truly was not kidding when he said they'd had plenty of experiences with weird death shit.
she wipes at her face, where there are tears. she's not even sure when she started crying.]
He's okay...