SOMNIA INBOX

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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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[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?

[merged]

[ 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.

[merged]

I haven't chickened out any other time I've touched you. Why would this be different?

Wait, how bad is the injury?

[opheliac]

Because the injury isn't on my hand. Well, I could some oil for my middle finger, but that's for another story!

I've lost maybe half of my blood! Or less. Or more! I'm not actually a doc.

[merged]

[ The concern is instant. Sharp. ]

Are you fucking with me?

[opheliac]

[that... was a hard pinch she didn't expect to feel.]

Sheesh, Sharon. How about piping that down a notch?

I mean, I don't know. I told you, I'm not a doctor. I've been in worse shape than this. A mangy dog took me for a chew toy.

Besides I bashed its skull in, so no biggie.

[merged]

Shit, sorry, I'll work on suppressing my emotions for you. [ There's no missing the sarcasm. That's one thing about the Murmur she hates: there's no hiding herself here. ]

It's not no biggie. Are you still bleeding?

[opheliac]

Oh, gimme a break. You can't care that much about me.


Last I checked. By the way, choice of weapon, left or right handed, and do you like sweets?

[is she seriously still playing this game with her? of course.]

[merged]

Sure. [ Curt and verging on acidic. There's little she dislikes more than someone telling her what she does or does not feel. ]

Gun. Right. Yes. Have you tried to stop the bleeding? Where is the wound? Where are you?

[opheliac]

[way to suck the fun with those one-worded answers, she sighs and admits defeat that for now, their "get to know" game will be put on hold until this gets treated.]

No, I enjoy the way the red comes out. ... Half jokingly. But yeah, I've been using sewage-scented curtains as bandages. Hip. And where do you think I am? Home sweet home.

[merged]

I need an address. [ Sharon's got the means to heal Jinx's wound, after all. ]

[opheliac]

I don't know the address on top of my head. I gotta look at Pretty Boy Arthur's map again.

It's somewhere west. By that really tippy-top tower.

[merged]

[ Oh, the nickname tickles her. ] You call him Pretty Boy? How's he like that?

All right, I know the area you're at, but it might take me an hour or two. If you lead me on a wild goose chase, I won't forgive you.

[opheliac]

Have you seen him? A face like that would guarantee a packed house in a brothel. But let's hope he never gets mixed up with a Madame, he won't make it out alive.

Pffft, what? And miss the opportunity for a chick to kiss my boo boos away? I'm crazy, but not a loon.