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[thatimaysleep]

[when ophelia turns on the video, she’s seated in front of her terminal, all the lights in her room turned off save for the one in the monitor itself. the brightness of that light illuminating her from the front with nothing behind her makes her look even more eerie than usual. it makes the dark makeup around her eyes and the shredded, almost-moving black clothing she’s wearing stand out even more vividly against the purple-blue of her skin. her expression is a bored one - and bitter, because there’s no moment when she isn’t bitter against something or someone.]

Dead, am I.

[she laughs, hollowly.]

I guess that puts me at two for two. Apparently not even a demon can kill me.

[unblinking, she stares into the camera even as she reaches to the side of her and picks up her guitar from where she left it leaning against the side of the chair. once it’s in her hands, though, she looks down at it lovingly, strumming it once for effect.]

I’m just so lucky. [a glance back up, a very brief smirk.] How many of you have gotten to write your own funeral dirge twice?

[she plays a few chords (minor key, of course) before sitting up straight and turning the feed off.]

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[video | anonymous]

[twelvepoints]

[Aaron is out and about today, having wandered into the fire sector to do some more looking around. He's at the cafe, checking for any messages Marta might have left for him, when he comes across Ophelia's entry. He cants a brow, watching and studying... listening.]

If I was any better with instruments I might've written a few of my own by now.

[video]

[thatimaysleep]

[she raises an eyebrow in return, guitar still in her hands.]

Dead man walking? Or just very close to it?

[she sneers a little at his skin - at the fact that he looks living rather than dead.]

Or just a little too fond of music?

[video | anonymous]

[twelvepoints]

[If he's got questions about her appearance at all, he's doing a fair job in hiding the reaction. Maybe that's due to everything he's seen over the last week and a half here. What was a blue girl in comparison to shape-shifting aliens and a gigantic turtle island?]

More than close to it a time or two... officially at least once.

[A smirk touches his lips at the last.]

Although I enjoy the classics as much as the next guy, I think... always had a fondness for a well played guitar.

[video]

[thatimaysleep]

[her expression changes minutely at that - the sneer turns into mild interest, and she looks a little closer at the video. her fingers still on the guitar's strings for the moment.]

Charming. So what does 'officially' dead mean? As far as I can tell you're still breathing.

[the way she says it, it sounds like a bad thing.]

[wholenewstory]

...I didn't write a song. No time. And I'm not - good. With words.

Maybe I should, this time.

[She still did die, after all, even if she's apparently coming back.]

[thatimaysleep]

It doesn't always need words. Just the music, fueled by your pain, your anger. However you felt when the world came crashing down around you.

[she idly strums a few strings.]

So that people know how it felt even if they can never really understand.

[wholenewstory]

[That gets a thoughtful nod.]

I - like music. But I never learned how.

video;

[demon_brat]

Not necessarily dead.

video;

[thatimaysleep]

Oh, no, I'm really dead. Twice over. But I guess not everyone can be so unlucky.

video;

[demon_brat]

How did you get alive again, after the first time?

[It's not disbelief, there, that tinges the question. It's curiosity.]

[andaway]

Not all of us died before we came here. I was told a simple good night of sleep could do the trick.

...But answering your question, I died once.

[thatimaysleep]

So I heard.

[she sounds almost a little skeptical, but with the sight of so many obviously living people, she can't really argue the point.]

Did you. But it looks like it wasn't permanent, was it.

[andaway]

Let's just say it was in their better interest to bring me back.

May I ask why this particular line of questioning?

[video]

[dadissues]

Huh? Demons?

[video]

[thatimaysleep]

Yes. Demons. Big, ugly, fond of tight leather and spikes and pain. A little overzealous when it comes to finding interesting ways to kill people.

[video]

[dadissues]

...Wow, so uh...you've got demons in your world, huh? That's...cool I guess. Aheheh.

video;

[stickshift]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[She really is, okay. Dying can't be pleasant for anyone.]

video;

[thatimaysleep]

[she pauses. since that fateful day, nobody's said they were sorry about her death. not one person. they were all angry, or glad she'd disappeared, or felt vindicated. there'd never been any sympathy ... not that she wanted it. no, if they were vindicated, she was vindicated. it all worked out in a vicious sort of cycle.

so asami's words almost surprise her, and she stops strumming the guitar. but she's quick to get back to her kind of normal.]

That's nice, but you don't even know why I died. Or how. Or what I've done since.

video;

[stickshift]

No, but I do know it's not a fate I'd wish on anyone. And if you've done anything since...

[She looks away.]

I think... I could understand that. Not being able to rest after dying would be terrible.

[video]

[sharpes]

Did you call it 'Fishnets and Eyeliner: The Reckoning'?

[video]

[thatimaysleep]

I hadn't thought of a title yet. But I'll keep that one in mind.

These aren't fishnets, though, if you were wondering.

[video]

[sharpes]

Goth chic?

audio;

[iron_ego]

[Tony's busy tweaking the suit, so audio'll have to do. Hard rock can be heard in the background, loaded up from Jarvis's library and maxed through the helmet's audio.]

That's a good start, but-- [A pause; he makes a few hollow clicks with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.] -- too melancholic. Great, if you're looking for a sea of tears, but I go for the party angle more myself.

audio;

[thatimaysleep]

[she's more listening to the music than to tony at first, and it takes her a bit to respond. the music's not bad, but not quite her style. it's still the first she's heard that's familiar, too.]

I already found the sea. You can keep the parties for yourself.

[besides, there's no such thing as too melancholic.

almost thoughtfully: ]

You remind me of someone.

audio;

[iron_ego]

You more of the candlelit memorial type? [There's a faint clattering of tools as he swaps out.] I'm not a fan. Too depressing and I don't do soggy tears.

[Another clattering of tools, this time freeing his hands.]

You don't say? Because I'm not sure I'd have forgotten such a-- [A pause. Hrm.] --memorable lady.