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Who: Rip, Namur, Marco
What: Rip's returning from the Dream Docks.. in not the greatest mind set.
When: 7/1
Where: Dream Docks [and other places eventually]

When Rip had went to the Dream Docks, she wanted answers to several questions that had been plaguing her. There were things she wasn't remembering and with certain things that had been happening...

Rip felt this might provide the answers she saw...At least Rip hoped.

What she hadn't expected to... When she woke up in the docks, She was hyperventilating with tears trailing down her eyes and quickly hugging herself as one hell of a headache hit her almost immediately. After a few moments she was clawing at her own left eye and trembling. So many memories here warring in her head... nine years worth and she couldn't... make heads or tails of them or even remember where she was at that moment...

All she knew was that she needed to get out of there! So she stumbled out of the Dream Docks still in the middle of a panic attack and crying with a hand cupped over her eyes, fingernails digging into her skin and making her bleed slightly.

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That was about what Namur expected, honestly. Maybe a bit more screaming and murdering than there was, but he wouldn't complain. He was sitting on a cooler next to the door when he sensed her coming, and stood up quickly.

"Rip!" He grabbed her by the waist and drew her off to the side of the entrance, frowning a bit at the smell of her own blood. "Talk t' me, sweetheart. Get yerself grounded here, aye? Look at me." He slowly dropped to one knee, ready to fight if she lashed out, but wanting to meet her at eye level. Namur took her hands in his and pulled them away from her face.

"All that's behind y' babe. Whatever y' gone through, it ain't this reality."

She wasn't expecting to get grabbed as she stumbled out and her reaction was immediate as he dropped down to one knee before her. Rip growled and lashed out, fangs bared and nothing but feral anger and desperation as he pulled her hands away from her face and allowed her to lunge at him with a snap.

Blood was running down the side of her face where she had started to claw at her own left eye as if she wanted to tear it out of its socket. Then she froze and whimpered as memories of him fought there way through the twisted chaos of memories. She quickly went from feral to trembling and crying in his hold.

"Too many memories..."

Namur moved with her as she snapped at him, angling her lunge to the side as he turned out of the way.

"Yeah, 's a lot but y' ain't gotta make sense a it all right off," he said, relaxing his grip as her demeanor changed. He pressed her hands against his chest so she could feel his pulse, and slipped his hand up to her face, brushing under her bleeding eye. "Jus' tell me what this's all about, yeah? Didn't know any better I'd say y's tryna get yerself half blind for no good reason. Somethin' happen?"

The moment she has her hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, tears really started to pour down her cheeks as memories of another flashed through her head while the stabbing pain of the headache carved away at the inside of her skull.

Feeling his heartbeat reminded her of Soubi, her lover..her pet and all the times he helped to calm her down. She pressed her cheek against his hand and whimpered. "Three years... no eye. Had it removed three times."

Edited 2018-07-02 04:52 (UTC)

"Shit," Namur sighed. He glanced at his hand with the Spades tattoo, remembering how maddening it was to be without it. To have gotten used to being half blind-

Well. He wouldn't let her poke her eye out. Call him selfish, but he loved those beautiful eyes, damn it!

He slid his palm up a bit, covering her eye with the heel of his thumb. It'd help stop the bleeding, too, the smell of which he was starting to notice in spite of his attempts to ignore it.

"Gimme a second t' call Marco, got an idea a how we can help y' feel a li'l better 'bout havin' a full face 'gain."

But instead of immediately pulling out his comm device, he lead her over to the cooler and pulled out a bag of chilled blood from the bank in Everglade. He let the lid fall shut, and helped Rip get settled on top of it, the blood nestled in her lap. "Figured after 'bout a week y'd be feelin' a bit peckish, eh? I'mma make that call now. Jus' focus on the present, it'll help with the headache, got it?"

Rip nodded and heavily leaned into his hand, almost as if she wanted to use his thumb to gouge out her eye before she let up a little. Leading her over to the cooler distracted her enough though once he sat her down and put the blood in her lap she just.. stared at it like she didn't know what it was.

Several years worth of hunting and starvation were jumbled around in her head as she sat there just trying to make sense of it all. Names, faces.. love, hate.. she shook her head and shoved the bag away. As hungry as she was, the headache kept her from thinking straight.

"I did it... I've done vorse to zhe blonde." She ran her hands through her hair, hands griping close to her scalp as she just tried to focus. "I've lost track of how many times I've died.... how many times I've been tortured." She whimpered slightly as a few of those moments flashed though her minds eye. Even now she could see that she deserved most of them. Rip had been vicious.

"Don't ever leave...I can't stand being the one left behind anymore."

At first, Namur didn't say anything. He knew, of course. Some of it. Jenny had been a lot more open with Namur than she'd been with Rip. He lowered his hand and squeezed her shoulder- the one with the mark of the Phoenix Pirates.

"If we go y'll come with us, 'member? I don't," he hesitated for just a second, the reality of their situation threatening to break through walls of promises he may not be able to keep after all. But then he scrunched his brows together, rejecting that reality, Willing one of his own. "I don't know 'zactly how it all works, but y' gotta get it stuck in yer head hard as truth: if we go, yer goin' with us. Believe in me, an' believe in Marco, yer Cap'n, an' believe in Grell an' Thatch. We ain't gonna leave y' behind t' suffer 'lone."

Edited 2018-07-02 23:14 (UTC)

Marco shows up, flying of course, and carrying about a dozen different eyepatches. You have a wide variety to choose from. Including some normal ones.

He was going to hang back and let them continue in a private moment, just in case. ~~With shipping from afar, as he and Grell did with everyone ever. It's a hobby. Of sorts.~~

But that utter faith in him!!! It surges through Marco's sparkly heart with vigor.

He grabbed Rip with a one-armed hug by the shoulders and kissed her cheek. "Namur's right, yoi. I have a helluva time trying to get it right, but you managed to find him, find us, and you were here when I needed you desperately, eh? There's no way I'll let you go missing ever again. On my Pops' mark, and word as your Captain, little sister."

He had a moment. Bulla had come, and while Marco was fairly certain, a good 95%, that he had nothing to do with it, he wondered if he could try again to grab Espio. Should he? If he was honest, he was scared to try. Losing his extremely tentative hold on the others, trying to do too much... and just because Espio was there didn't mean he'd be happy but...

Thoughts for another day.

Edited 2018-07-02 23:19 (UTC)

She was having a hard time believing what Namur said with all the memories swirling through her head. People had said that before.. that they would never leave her and then they did. But the reminder of the mark and then Marco swooping in to pull her into a hug and a kiss to her cheek helped to focus her a little bit.

Rip was definitely overwhelmed and just struggling to come to grips with what they were saying. Yes, she had been there when they needed her.. and Namur was one of the good spots in the twisted insanity in her life.. lives? Rip was still trying to sort that out. Three different lives. Three different sets of memories..And only one set involved Namur, Marco and the rest.. and those were her happiest memories.

All the rest were pain and insanity.. loneliness..She leaned heavily on Marco for the moment and nodded, head hanging down and trembling.

"...You vould be zhe only ones villing to.. everyone else left." She almost goes for her eye again before stopping and letting her hand drop to her side again. " My only happy memories are vith you und zhe others. Everything else is death und loneliness...insanity." she shuddered before clenching her jaw at a sharp spike from her headache.

Edited 2018-07-02 23:55 (UTC)

Others may have said the same, and even they had left her in Cerealia, it was true. Namur hadn't realized how badly she needed them at the time, and how much she wanted to stay with them. It was a mistake he'll never repeat.

He caught her movement, and grabbed at the easiest to reach eyepatch from Marco's pocket, hurriedly slipping it over her eye. She can pick a better match later.

"Them lives is behind y' now, babe," he said. "This'n's the one yer livin' now. The best'n. Lay yer shit on us when yer ready. We ain't 'fraid t' stand by yer side when y' face yer past."

"Aye!" Marco chirps cheerfully enough. "Besides, we were all like that before Pops. And Kitten before me. And you do not want to see without my family. Even when Grell was taken from me, I still had Thatch and Nam-chan and Sparky at least, eh?"

She seemed to calm down slightly when he put the eye patch over her left eye. She spent.. how long wearing one? Having her vision restored was driving her senses into overload anyway..

And it helped her focus a bit more on what they were saying. This was her life now.. people who really cared and wanted her. Not like the others... not like the ones that abandoned her over and over again. Rip moved away from Marco to lean against Namur's chest and just cry as her head pounded. She just needed to hear his pulse, to know he was really there.

"...Hope you still say zhat once you've heard everyzhing I've done." And she wasn't sure if she wanted to even tell them yet.

"Uhh, pirates, Sweetheart," Namur shifted himself around so she could reach him better, and wrapped his arms around her tight. "'S damn hard t' get a good game a never have I ever goin' cuz there ain't a whole lot we ain't done, catch me?"

He smiles, but she probably won't see it burrowing into his chest as she is, so he glances up at Marco, glad to have backup, because he has no idea what more to say after that.

Marco snorted and nodded. "Even if you went outta your way to torture children, the one thing Teach doesn't do or go in for, that's something the good guys, the heroes of our world do. 'Sides Rip, it's harder to see your options when you're cornered, eh? So long as you protect that mark and your family now? We'll always love you. Promise."

Rip tensed at the mentioning of torturing children because that's something Rip had done, more than once. And it usually never ended well for her in the end.

"...I vasn't alvay cornered. I did a lot of zhings because I could." Her voice was quiet just admitting that. But, knowing that the supposed heroes of their world are as bad as her or worse in those other worlds...

But, even with the conflicting memories, she wasn't about to stop protecting her family. She managed a nod against Namur's chest. Though the need to protect reared it's head as she tensed again. She had been trained to protect..An estate.

Rip whimpered as the throbbing in her head got worse.

"I vas trained to protect... von't stop. I vill alvays protect vats mine.."

"'S hard when shit gets borin', eh?" Namur said. He shifted to get a grip on the blood pack. "Even if y' got shit yer doin' every day y' get restless for somethin' 'xcitin' t' happen. Somethin' like that?"

"Rip, relax, eh? We've got your back from here on out. Don't let the past drag you down, only use those flames to fly over, aye?"

He didn't know about her new fear of flames but... whatever.

She just kind of nodded to answer both Namur and Marco's question, though.. the mentioning of flames sent a spark of terror lacing through her that was practically tangible as she started to tremble while the memories of being burned alive filtered through her head for the brief moment.

That moment was almost enough to make her panic! It was a struggle to focus as her breathing became erratic and she forced herself to focus on Namur's pulse. If Marco wanted her to calm down, that wasn't the way to do it. After a few deep breaths, she finally tried speaking again.

"I know you haf my back..you're family und please, don't mention fire right now."

Namur raised his eyebrows. Okay, that was new... He'd definitely need to ask her about that at some point, but clearly now wasn't the time.

"Last y'll hear a it, babe. Least for awhile," he said. "Now c'mon, jus' try a sip a this, a'ight? Y' gotta get somethin' in yer gut, cuz even if y' jus' come from a feast in yer head, y' ain't had nothin' in y' for a week, catch me? Two sips, then we'll work on gettin' y' home, an' y' can do yer damnedest t' sleep that headache off. Good?"

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