SOMNIA INBOX

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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

CODE

Comments

[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.

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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.

[merged]

I mean, yeah, he's cute, and he'd definitely bring in a healthy variety of clients, but I think he could handle a Madame. I got a feeling he'd be good at sweet talk.

Is that how boo boos are taken care of where you come from?

[opheliac]

Oh yeah? Maybe his second name should be, "kitty". Meow, meow!

No. If I'm at risk dying from my wounds, then it's just lights out for me. And I've lost count how many are relishing over the thought of me being in a body bag.

[merged]

Why kitty?

You got a lot of enemies, huh? Can't have them getting what they want.

Tagging + ringing up customers = do not mix

[opheliac]

We call the brothel in Zaun the "Cat House". When I was a kid, I thought that's where my people were keeping all the stray kittens. And I was sorta right!

Yep, that's me! Jinx the master criminal. And just my luck that my enemies from home are also stuck in this joint with us. I oughta try gambling sometime, eh?

yeah i bet!!!

[merged]

That's both dark, and adorable. Wow.

[ There's a curiosity at the mention of Jinx being a master criminal, but that doesn't seem as important as: ] Your enemies are here? They haven't given you any trouble, have they?

I'm off the cash register now, so less edits! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[opheliac]

Thanks, I am those things if I do say so myself.

One tried to kill me, but I gave him the slip. And the Cookie only warned me to stay away from his precious pet.

wooo (but I don't mind the edits <3)

[merged]

Yeah, yeah. [ She doesn't disagree. ]

That's fucked up. Who are they? Do you think the first one will give you trouble again?

good! just like i accidentally hit the subscription button

[opheliac]

The Boy of Failures and Fortune Cookie. Also known as The Wonder Boys, also also known as Jayce and Viktor. And beats me, he might. If he spots me with a certain stone again.

I think it's in my body somewhere.