SOMNIA INBOX

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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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voice + projected but then later telepathic text

[opheliac]

[whatever sharon was doing gets interrupted by something bizarre. or at least it doesn't seem strange for the first few seconds, as she hears someone singing.

the voice is familiar, but if there's a rare probability that she is questioning who it belong to, she will spot jinx dancing to her own song. it's a... strange way to dance but at least she is in better spirits? it's hard to tell, really. ]

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[ It's like a new frequency tunes in, and Sharon stills, holding the mask a little more tightly to her face as if that would strengthen whatever connection is being formed. And then—singing. A familiar voice, a familiar face.

There's a spark of joy, hot and bright, as she recognizes Jinx. The other will get flashes of a notebook, the lines of the pages filled with Sharon's sharp, angled writing. It's hard to make out the words, but sketches of faces line the margins. There are some faces she might recognize, but hers is the one that comes in most clearly. ]

Dancer, singer, and demolition diva. [ The words appear in her angled writing, tilted, messy, but readable. ] What can't you do?

[opheliac]

[the writing comes just as chicken scratchy, messy, but more thick-lined.]

I'm the symbol of Zaun, the new Janna, Toots. I can do just about anything.

[there's a cheeky sensation radiating in those words, but then it eases and smooths its way to be playful yet a coy little energy.]

Missing me?

[or, at least, that's how she's reading that excited moment just now when they "connected" with each other. and to add entertainment to their interactions (at least to herself), a silly thought blinks by—it lingers long enough for counterpart to see its glory before it vanishes entirely.]

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Maybe. [ There's no denying that Jinx has been on her mind since their last conversation. It's not often you see someone when they're feeling so raw. She got a glimpse behind the curtain, and now she worries. ]

Why's the monkey missing an eye?

[opheliac]

Eek Eeps' village was attacked by a monkey-eating worm and he had to put it out of its misery. Lost an eye in the battlefield, BUT! He doesn't mind it much. It makes him pretty cool and very distinguished. He comes with a top hat.

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Oh, so he's a badass, fancy monkey. I'm into it.

Who is he attacking?

[opheliac]

A bunch of nobodies. You know, training!

[merged]

Training to deal with more of those monkey-eating worms?

[opheliac]

Now you're getting it! There might be hope for you after all, Blondie.

[merged]

Look at me, putting 2 & 2 together. My dad would be so proud.

[opheliac]

Oh, you have a Pops? I had a couple of those.

Hey!! Wanna play a game with me? It's called,"Get to know".

[merged]

[ A flutter of amusement dances along the connection. ]

Yeah, sure. How do we play?

[opheliac]

We ask each other three questions, any question. Stupid, personal, whatever we want.

But!! If it's a question we don't want to answer, we say, "Pass". Then as a replacement, we have to say one fact about ourselves. We just go back and forth until we get bored. First one to get bored the quickest, loses.

[merged]

All right, sounds like fun. I'll start.

How old are you? What got you into explosives? Favorite food?

[opheliac]

Nineteen. And I don't know, I just really like seeing things go pop. Especially when you got the control of it. It's a little amazing, you know? One little thing can make a crater. It's mind-blowing. Pun intended!!

Oh, that's easy. Anything seafood-related! But Jericho cooks the best eel in Zaun. So, annnyy follow-up questions to your questions before I go?

[merged]

[ Older than her, might have some control issues, and eel? Oh, she didn't expect that! ] No follow-ups yet. Can't say I've ever had eel, though.

[opheliac]

If we get shoved in another imaginary dream, we'll hunt down a seafood place. Dip that sucker in some sauce and you'll be in Heaven. Okay, my turn!!

Age, Favorite color, and were you rich, poor, or meh?

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[ After all the canned bullshit, some seafood would be Heaven. ]

18. Orange. My family was well off when I was a kid, but we haven't had money-money since I was 9.

Favorite color? Favorite musical genre? Any injuries since you've arrived?

[opheliac]

So Touch n' Feels is a kid! I knew you had that baby face for a reason, ha ha! Money didn't become a thing for me till Dada Two took over The Lanes.

Even that, I didn't give a rat's ass. Robbing was more fun than paying stuff the goody-goody way.

Color: rainbow. Music: I like everything! But I guess rock and opera if you're gonna twist my arm.

Injuries: Yep!

[merged]

A kid? Fuck you. My baby face just makes people drop their guard, you see.

Oh! You're a criminal. [ Positively amused. Jinx is not her first criminal friend here. ] I was always told not to hang out with your type. Something something bad influence.

Rainbow feels like a cop-out answer. You still injured?

[opheliac]

Hey, I'd watch that mouth, young lady. Might get you in a world of trouble if you keep talking like that. And don't expect me to come save you.

But I guess I'm already rubbing my bad influence on ya. Guess you're donezo! Is it a cope out or is it creative?

And if I say "yes" to the injury thing?

[merged]

What if I don't mind a little trouble? It's exciting.

Cop out. For sure.

And if you said yes, I'd offer to check it out. I happened to find a pretty useful healing lotion when I first woke up here.

[opheliac]

Famous last words.

Oooohhh, now that just changes everything. I've always wanted to play a game of roulette with posion. Will heal me or kill me? Let's find out!

[merged]

Eh, probably. I'm not too worried about it.

Let's not. I don't think it'll work on poison, but it heals cuts right up.

[opheliac]

That's what I like to hear. But if you're not gonna chicken out the moment you touch me, then by all means! I'm your canvas.