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[divinitysoiled]

Characters: Catarina and anyone willing to put up with a moody demon
Setting: Floor 38
Format: Action start
Summary: Catarina's consolation prize from being crushed by her ridiculous costume isn't something she really wants...
Warnings: Catarina being her usual threatening/sexual self

[The second lounge, surrounded by clouds. It was a little dizzying to Catarina, but she honestly hadn't been looking out of the window for a while. Instead, she was sitting on beanbag chair with a necklace dangling over one hand. It was gorgeous, gold with a beautiful intricate charm carved onto the end. But her dark eyes were almost angry as she looked at it, her jaw tight. She knew what this was. She saw it when she was a child, and was supposed to be handed down to her. Catarina dropped her hand next to her, disgusted, letting the chain slither to the floor]

I've beaten you. I lived.

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

Hey.

[The last time Lancer had seen Catarina, she had been having trouble with her costume. He's glad to see that she's recovered as well as anyone else has.]

[He notices the shiny chain on the ground. Picking it up, he sniffs at it.]

Think you dropped this.

[divinitysoiled]

Hey. [She turned to look at him, then lifted her upper lip at him picking up the necklace]

That? It's better in the garbage.

[puppy_lancer]

Why? It's pretty. Would make a good fit for you.

[divinitysoiled]

I've seen it before. Believe me that its use is far more suited to trash than to sully any necks.

[prototyper]

[ Ah, there was someone on this floor. And by the looks of it, it seemed like she died during the whole costume event, and she didn't seem too happy with her prize. Ayaka walks over to her, crouching down to take a good look at the chain. ]

Troubles from your past?

[ She knows that feel. ]

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina looked over to her, watching Ayaka pick up the chain] A piece I thought I would not see ever again, and wished for it to remain so.

[prototyper]

I guess we all have something like that. [ Oh Manaka, stealing her servant. Ayaka looks at the chain for another minute, running her thumb over it. ] It's pretty, though.

[culbutiri]

[Nesir was still recovering from her first period of craziness in this tower she had found herself in. Dying and coming back had scared her more than she wanted to admit but she was concentrating now on gathering as much information about her fellow prisoners as she could possibly get.

So she was curled up on one of the beanbags watching those coming through the room, she watched the girl with the necklace a couple of weeks ago she would have wanted to steal it and bury it. But now she just watched.] I do no be knowing if being brought here could be considered winning.

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina laughed darkly, turning to look at her] It depends on which viewpoint you look at.

[culbutiri]

Which viewpoint do you be looking at it from?

[depaysement]

Lived? I'd say you live still.

[Perhaps it wasn't her place to comment, but Juliet wasn't the best at holding her tongue, and she wanted to view the clouds and give herself a break from the sewing work she had been focusing on. The sooner it was done the sooner she could offer her services, but even she needed breaks. With one glance at the woman who spoke, she walked to the window, lightly touching it and gazing out.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina laughed, a fresh memory trying to intrude upon her thoughts and violently shoved back] It depends on how you view the recent events around the costumes.

[depaysement]

Mind elaborating for a new soul?

[warriorscribe]

*It was harder to get to this lounge with the new floors in the way - it was either a long climb from the bottom, or a mad dash across a floor made of insects from the elevator to avoid that floor with the things lurking in the dark.

But this was also the lounge with Reno's bar. This is what brought Enoch to the same floor Catarina rested on, and the glint of light off the moving chain caught his attention.

And, of course, he wasn't certain what to make of the lady who had attacked him, who had been so horribly mangled... Enoch realizes he's slowed down.*

...Their "consolation" never seems to be what they claim it is.

*His own prize...well, he liked his prize, but. It was painful, to think of Armaros.*

[divinitysoiled]

You. [She sat up straighter, eyes sharp at that]

[warriorscribe]

*He visibly hesitates. That wasn't her costume?

After a few seconds, it's clear he has no idea what to say. He'd expected an apology at best and agreement at least, not...something that made it seem as if they were still in costume.*

[tempus_scorpius]

[Rolo is just gazing up at the clouds, one hand idly playing with his locket when he hears the chain fall and looks over. He looks down at the charm then up at Catarina and is silent for a long moment.]

... beaten...?

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina looked over at him] Yes. I've beaten her.

[tempus_scorpius]

Her?

[firstofthefallen]

Yet sometimes to live is not enough, is it?

[When did the child get there? Who knows. But he's sitting down now and watching you, Catarina. Perhaps he always was.]

[divinitysoiled]

[And she goes very still because hi, how did you sneak up on me, child]

It's more than I ever expected.

[firstofthefallen]

But is it really a victory?

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber, in a black dress as opposed to the suit, stops before Catarina. She gives the woman a slight bow and then holds her hand out.]

Evening, Catarina. Your necklace is beautiful. May I see it?

[divinitysoiled]

Good evening. [She scooped the necklace up off the floor, holding it like she didn't want to touch it, and carelessly dumped it into Saber's waiting hand]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber looks the piece over carefully. With the reaction Catarina had, she's curious if there is any magic about it; she would sense it if she could.]

Do you always throw such beautiful things away?