01. Special Edition Full-Color Issue! Poison Pink vs The World Eater! Until now, Reiju has carefully avoided any revelation of her (former) position in Germa 66, going so far as to dissemble intensely in her tense conversation with Rosinante and Law earlier in this expedition, but that time is now past. There is no way she is taking on this creature without the benefit of her raid suit.
It has only been a few weeks since her arrival in Beacon, but that is longer without donning the raid suit than she has gone since she first received it, and the feeling of enhanced power and invulnerability feels like a fresh revelation. With the enhanced garment-as-weapon, gravity holds her only lightly, and her very breath and touch can wither and kill. She is Poison Pink, beautiful and strong and deadly.
01a. Going into battle She's a ruddy streak in the dimness as she darts forward, eagerly taking the front lines against the creature and drawing its attention to her. The chance to properly fight feels amazing -- she can rely on her strength, speed, and power instead of being hypnotized into docility.
And -- it is unlike her, but the previous experiences of dealing with this uncanny, unnerving place have left her feeling more connection to the other explorers than she would normally experience. Instead of ignoring her fellows-in-arms to fight directly against the creature, she keeps an eye on them. More than once, she leaps between another combatant and the monster, trusting her armor and ironlike skin to absorb more damage than the unenhanced humans she fights beside. The thing lashes out, slamming her into the wall; she feels her body dent, but her bones do not shatter. The caustic, toxic black blood stings and hisses on her skin, but she is Poison Pink; toxins mean nothing to her, and the burns are only an inconvenience.
(She is carefully not looking toward either of the men from North Blue. Law and Rosinante doubtless recognize her, and she does not want to deal with their inevitable hatred. No one from North Blue can look kindly on a member of the hated Vinsmoke dynasty.)
But, perhaps, her performance on this battlefield can show her to be more than the comic-book villain or the daughter of a would-be conqueror. She throws herself into danger, acts to protect others, and fights with full will and gritted teeth against the monster.
01b. Hypnosis The battle is long and hard. Even as they manage to beat it back, it lashes out with deadly force. She watches in horror as Stone is torn apart by the world eater.
Despite her battlefield focus and intensive training, despair starts to overcome her -- uncharacteristic. crushing, filling her with a sudden exhaustion not of limb but of mind. Before she can stop her swirling thoughts, she alights on the metal decking and begins to walk -- slow, steady, unhurried -- toward the beast, her blue eyes wide and unseeing.
It is hungry. She feels its hunger. She knows its hunger. And she is so tired. For days she has been here, beneath the killing water, sleepless and nerve-wracked in the spirit-ridden dark. It is hungry, and when she sates it, she will rest.
She has nearly reached its jaws before she shakes herself into awareness -- possibly with some help from another fighter calling out to her, snapping her out of her suicidal walk into the jaws of (re-)death. At the last moment, she flings herself out of the way of its jaws, flicking out a quick shower of poisonous darts as she rolls aside. Her mouth is filled with the taste of fear and coppery blood, although a quick wipe of her hand across her lips comes back clean; the taste is only illusion.
Exhausted and now newly wary, she fights on.
02. After the Battle The World Eater is dead. They succeeded. Reiju is deeply weary in both mind and body as she seals away her raid suit, returning herself to the stained and rumpled clothing she wore before the battle.
02a. Preparing to leave She has choices in how she can handle the revelation of her alternate identity -- to most of the people here, it will mean nothing, and she decides that the easiest way to deal with it is to throw herself into helping. That way, anyone who wants to talk to her can talk about how they're treating and moving the wounded, about how to divvy up the survivors between the submarines -- other topics that are not the dramatic transformation sequence of the raid suit. The last thing she wants is to be asked about it. So instead, she bandages and lifts and carries those who need it, saying little and only when directly spoken to. When she does speak up, it is only to talk about practicalities. She may say to someone visibly injured, "Can you move on your own? If not, I can help you into the submarine."
02b. The return The prospect of getting back to dry land eases the first portion of the return journey. Reiju slumps in a seat, head tilted back, and attempts to doze -- but is unable, as the ascent of the submarines and accompanying decompression leaves her aching and queasy.
Instead, she looks to distract herself with conversation, if anyone appears willing to chat.
03. Wildcard
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Until now, Reiju has carefully avoided any revelation of her (former) position in Germa 66, going so far as to dissemble intensely in her tense conversation with Rosinante and Law earlier in this expedition, but that time is now past. There is no way she is taking on this creature without the benefit of her raid suit.
It has only been a few weeks since her arrival in Beacon, but that is longer without donning the raid suit than she has gone since she first received it, and the feeling of enhanced power and invulnerability feels like a fresh revelation. With the enhanced garment-as-weapon, gravity holds her only lightly, and her very breath and touch can wither and kill. She is Poison Pink, beautiful and strong and deadly.
01a. Going into battle
She's a ruddy streak in the dimness as she darts forward, eagerly taking the front lines against the creature and drawing its attention to her. The chance to properly fight feels amazing -- she can rely on her strength, speed, and power instead of being hypnotized into docility.
And -- it is unlike her, but the previous experiences of dealing with this uncanny, unnerving place have left her feeling more connection to the other explorers than she would normally experience. Instead of ignoring her fellows-in-arms to fight directly against the creature, she keeps an eye on them. More than once, she leaps between another combatant and the monster, trusting her armor and ironlike skin to absorb more damage than the unenhanced humans she fights beside. The thing lashes out, slamming her into the wall; she feels her body dent, but her bones do not shatter. The caustic, toxic black blood stings and hisses on her skin, but she is Poison Pink; toxins mean nothing to her, and the burns are only an inconvenience.
(She is carefully not looking toward either of the men from North Blue. Law and Rosinante doubtless recognize her, and she does not want to deal with their inevitable hatred. No one from North Blue can look kindly on a member of the hated Vinsmoke dynasty.)
But, perhaps, her performance on this battlefield can show her to be more than the comic-book villain or the daughter of a would-be conqueror. She throws herself into danger, acts to protect others, and fights with full will and gritted teeth against the monster.
01b. Hypnosis
The battle is long and hard. Even as they manage to beat it back, it lashes out with deadly force. She watches in horror as Stone is torn apart by the world eater.
Despite her battlefield focus and intensive training, despair starts to overcome her -- uncharacteristic. crushing, filling her with a sudden exhaustion not of limb but of mind. Before she can stop her swirling thoughts, she alights on the metal decking and begins to walk -- slow, steady, unhurried -- toward the beast, her blue eyes wide and unseeing.
It is hungry. She feels its hunger. She knows its hunger. And she is so tired. For days she has been here, beneath the killing water, sleepless and nerve-wracked in the spirit-ridden dark. It is hungry, and when she sates it, she will rest.
She has nearly reached its jaws before she shakes herself into awareness -- possibly with some help from another fighter calling out to her, snapping her out of her suicidal walk into the jaws of (re-)death. At the last moment, she flings herself out of the way of its jaws, flicking out a quick shower of poisonous darts as she rolls aside. Her mouth is filled with the taste of fear and coppery blood, although a quick wipe of her hand across her lips comes back clean; the taste is only illusion.
Exhausted and now newly wary, she fights on.
02. After the Battle
The World Eater is dead. They succeeded. Reiju is deeply weary in both mind and body as she seals away her raid suit, returning herself to the stained and rumpled clothing she wore before the battle.
02a. Preparing to leave
She has choices in how she can handle the revelation of her alternate identity -- to most of the people here, it will mean nothing, and she decides that the easiest way to deal with it is to throw herself into helping. That way, anyone who wants to talk to her can talk about how they're treating and moving the wounded, about how to divvy up the survivors between the submarines -- other topics that are not the dramatic transformation sequence of the raid suit. The last thing she wants is to be asked about it. So instead, she bandages and lifts and carries those who need it, saying little and only when directly spoken to. When she does speak up, it is only to talk about practicalities. She may say to someone visibly injured, "Can you move on your own? If not, I can help you into the submarine."
02b. The return
The prospect of getting back to dry land eases the first portion of the return journey. Reiju slumps in a seat, head tilted back, and attempts to doze -- but is unable, as the ascent of the submarines and accompanying decompression leaves her aching and queasy.
Instead, she looks to distract herself with conversation, if anyone appears willing to chat.
03. Wildcard
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