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[Private to the Admiral - backdated to slightly before Christmas.]

Dear Admiral

Lily should get a book with wonders of the multiverse; and Ned should get a cook book for pies of the multiverse.

Kara should get a scale model of her world.

And. I want Raven to have a mirror - something that could show her in different forms.

And Iris should have... a bottle of alcohol.

- Red.


[Public]

Has anyone seen Lily, lately? [She hasn't seen her friend, lately. She feels... oddly... not happy about that. Raven, too, for that matter...] I... Um. I wanted to talk with her. And Raven. [Separately. She really has no suspicions. She just wants to talk to her friends. Hang out.]

And Ned. [That's sort of an afterthought, but she does like him. She'd add Kara, but Kara is pretty high profile and doesn't need to be checked up on.]


[Spam]

[Red is moving through the halls, though not with any purpose. Ophion is slithering besides her, looking happy. She's considering whether to go to to the CES - she might, soon. Right now, though, she's just... wandering. Thinking. Wondering what her friends have been up to.]
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I um... [Red's been... delaying this. Not entirely on purpose - she lost track of time while avoiding the subject. But she can't avoid it forever - and she knows it, from the way she's fidgeting. Her fingers clutched her skirt leg, then released - lifted up and gripped each other,. Then shifted and adjusted her blouse. a little.]

Did I...

I think I ate a few people. In the flood world. [Or maybe she just remembers her other self doing it, in the alternate world. Which means other people remember her eating them.]

That's not who I am. I'm not a killer. And I don't hate humans...

But I don't know if I really am one, either. I thought I was a human <I>and</I> a wolf. But Maybe Kara was right.... Maybe... Maybe I am...  something else. [Because trying to be two things at once hasn't worked out so well for her so far.]
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[Red's costume is... a little odd. The body of it is a short dress of white wool, the fuzzy substance small enough to make her self conscious. Curled horns add to the costume, in case there was any doubt of what she's meant to be. A sheep wolf, at your service... and if it was just that, maybe she would be fine with it.

But then there's the wolf ears, poking out behind the horns; and the tail, sticking out from under her dress, looking like it's ready to wag. Sheep.
 Wolf. Sheep. Wolf. Fun, huh?

Her expression, for the moment, is on sheep mode. Eyes on the ground, biting her lip faintly.] I thought Halloween was the end of the month.. Everyone's already wearing costumes, though. I guess that includes me. It's sort of embarrassing... but if everyone's doing it...

[She looks up, then, eyes suddenly sharp as she smiles to show all her teeth,] And if anyone laughs, I can bite their faces off. That's fun, right?

Open Spam: 

[Red's everywhere; the hallways, the CES, the mess room, just following her normal schedule. Sometimes she's meek - her eyes to the ground, her ears low. She just wants to follow your orders. Make you happy. Power structure is very important to her - and she's willing to follow along with what you want. She's just a young village girl, after all. You know so much more of the world than her. 

But then she gets mad. She shouldn't have to just follow instructions. She's better than that. She should be free - doing what she wants. Whatever she wants. Going wherever she wants. She's a free spirit. The only thing she needs to worry about is protecting herself and her pack.

If anyone else gets in her way, she'll just have to take care of it.]


ooc: So, the barge is forcing Red to confront the dichotomy between her human and wolf half - or rather, her personal obsession with the wolf as a side of her personality and what it means to be a wolf and such. Hopefully she'll come out of this a little more relaxed on the subject, but for the time being - you have this to look forward to. Her jumping between meek sheep, and vicious man eater.

Feel free to run into her anywhere!

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[Filtered away from Lisbeth.]

[It's been a while since since Red's last video - but residents of the barge shouldn't be too surprised when she comes on their screen. Her room is still a wood cabin, dominated by a large bed. Her bow and arrows are in the corner, and a medieval style dress or two might be seen from the corner of one's eyes.

More shocking for new comers, though standard for those who know her better,. is the large black snake who's coils rest upon the mattress. The upper half of its body is coiled around her waist, up her chest and hanging down over her neck.  It's tongue flicks toward the screen - nothing unusual.

Again, Red's mind is on her inmate. This time, though, she gets straight to the point.]

How do you get your inmate to talk to you?


[Private to Lisbeth]

We should... hang out. [That's what it's called, right?]
canfindrope: (not running)
[Red has been staring at the folder in her hands ever since the admiral's announcement, slowly reading it and then trying to read it again... She doesn't really get why the admiral would assign Lisbeth to her. They've barely talked - and the girl is nothing but mystery to her. She's certain someone like Iris would have been the better bet...

But the admiral seems to enjoy putting her together with people she can't handle. A simple glance at Ophion, coiled up in the corner, reminded her of how well that had worked out last time.

At least she didn't hate this one, Red supposes. It's just lack of understanding that makes her fidget, while she finally pulls up her communicator and tries to put on a serious face.]

We should talk.

16th Moon

Aug. 11th, 2013 03:25 am
canfindrope: (other half)
[There's a snarlling noise coming though the comm. as Red noses her device. Her smallish, youthened, snout seems to be trying to form words, as she makes a little howl at the comm. The device sways faintly as its holder - the snake, Ophion - shifts his mouth about her communicator. 

She'd been playing with her necklace, when sh'd suddenly turned into... this. She doesn't understand it.

She makes another little howl, ending in a whimper of confusion as her claws paw at the floor of her wood cabin.



--- Later, after successfully turning back ---





i don't get it. How can someone. Just change?


ooc:  Replies will come from little_red_wolf <3

15th moon

Jun. 30th, 2013 02:28 am
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[Red shifts faintly, nervous - as is often the case when she has to address the entire barge on these devices. She swallows a bit nervously, as well, not entirely comfortable with what she's about to ask. Her fingers stroke gently along the length of her pet snake.]

How do you know if you're cut out to be a warden? [It's been weighing on her for a while. More and more with all the recent events...] Everyone keeps getting hurt - I.. I um. I don't know if i can actually do anything... 

I haven't even managed to keep an inmate.
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Is everybody here? [She's biting her lip, looking most definitely worried as she searches the screen - as if her tiny comm will somehow hold the answers. Her fingers are gripping tight at her necklace. Maybe she can do something. What use are powers if she can't do anything?]

We didn't leave anybody behind, did we? We can... we can't leave anybody. Not in that place. [Not there. Just... They won't survive there.]
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Does anyone know how to talk to people who... don't want to live?

Satsuki. She keeps talking about killing herself. She won't stop. [She bites her lip a little,

I don't think me and Ophion can keep her from it... [Her hands tighten about her cloak. She doesn't know how to help this woman, and she hates that feeling.]

She needs help.
canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (uncertain)
Medusa's gone. For good, I think... [And it really is good, though she's trying not to let the relief show on her face.

That might have something to do with Ophion. The giant snake is curled around Red's body, its head lying depressed upon her shoulder. Its tail, for those paying attention enough to notice, is holding tight to a plushy of Medusa.

Red's Christmas gift come back to bite her.]

Her room is gone; and... I guess she left me her snake.

...I think she really cared about him. [That's the closest thing she can come to saying something nice about Medusa.

And with that, the feed cuts off.]


[Later, private to the admiral.]

Whatever Medusa had for Orion... I need it.
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Is everyone okay? [Red's not really in the mood to leave her cabin right now. She's scared to - there are too many people she wants to rip to shreds right now...] Other than... everything.

If anyone's missing, I can try and track them; or if anyone needs help, I could get them... 

[She pauses.]

...How could this have happened? How could anyone do this...? I thought we were supposed to stop things like this.
canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (on that note...)
[Red takes a deep breath, eyes closing as her mouth opens. When she speaks, there's a bit of a childish whine to her voice.] I hate making this post.  I keep not making it, because I don't want to talk about it - and because I know she's listening. She never stops spying on me.

I don't know what to do about Medusa. She's horrible. She murders children. And tortured her kid. I think the world would be better off if she never graduated. Sometimes, I just want to kill her. There's nothing good in her at all. But I don't want to be a murderer.

...I'm not sorry about killing her. Even if it was the hotel. I'll never feel sorry 

But I need to help her graduate.

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[Red's still a little dazed from her time in the breach. She runs fingers through her hair, mussing up her hair a little. After a moment, it drops downward to  her neck, and gently  lifts the amulet around her neck. It glows softly between her fingers.

Maybe this isn't the best time to try a new magic spell, but... It's when she needs it most.]

I was going to try this out before, but... I guess the breach sort of caught me off guard. If this works, though... I'll be able to be who I am. All of who I am. I'm... [She pauses, a moment, closing her eyes, and dropping her cloak.

There's a heartbeat pause, and her form shimmers. In a bare moment, there's a wolf standing in Red's place, panting its massive grin toward the screen. It makes a small, pleased noise, and heads towards the door.
 

ooc: Anyone who wants, feel free to meet Red Wolf in the halls! Replies to video will have a delayed reaction.

canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (scared)
[When Red's comm comes on, it doesn't show Red. It shows Red's slippers.

Fuzzy little things, at first glance, the elongated gray bodies end in wolf heads, triangular ears perked up. For a moment, they seem normal. Then one lunges at the other, which dodges to the side, a low growl emerging from its throat as it tosses itself atop its mate, felt teeth gnashing. It tops the other and tries to pin it, only to be thrown off.

It's at that point that Red gently turns the comm around to herself, eyes slightly widened in uncertainty.]

Is this... normal?

[There's a yelp, and she winces.]


ooc: Red's slippers are from Arkady - they'll calm down once they've gotten used to each other. :P They aren't particularly dangerous, though they might chase after other slippers left in their vicinity. :|a 
canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (what is it?)
Can anyone make amulets? Ones for... light, maybe?

Moonlight. [She pauses.] Full moon light. I don't want to wait until the end of every month just to transform, anymore.

I want to be able to shift whenever I want.
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[Red holds the comm gently in her hand, forehead creased. Bits of leaves are still tangled in her hair, a sign of the forest she was in not long ago. She still remembers the touch of her friends hand against her hair, adjusting her cloak...]

I was in the woods. With Snow. [Her eyes focus a little.] Snow White. [For those at home keeping score.]

We were running from the queen's soldiers. They... they wanted her heart. And my mother... [She closes her eyes, trying to reorganize her thoughts. When she looks up again, there's a hardness behind them that wasn't there before.]

Snow White is the only one who's ever accepted me. As a human... and... a wolf. [She takes a long, shuddering breath.] I'm a wolf. My mother was a pack leader; and my granny ran away from it, from all of it. She lied to me.

Everyone wanted me to choose between being one of the two. Except Snow.

...I'm going to go running in the CES.

If anyone wants to join me, feel free. I won't bite.


---

[Sometime later, private to the admiral:] I want to give Angua a gift. A... cloak, like mine. Except maybe black?

And Medusa's... snake can have a stuffed doll. One that looks like Medusa.

Oh! And a stuffed dog for Tommy. And a book of fairy tales for Cass, one with big letters...



ooc: Responses will have a small IC delay. Anyone who wants it is welcome to some red-wolf spam. ^^
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Granny? [She gently shifts her comm, settling on her bed.]

...Snow?

Are you there? [She shifts her cloak a little, not wanting them to see her without it. Explaining the barge and the moon would take too long.]

Everyone's suddenly seeing people from home. But we don't exactly have stuff like this. At least now here I'm from. [She doesn't know about Snow, for certain.]

...I'm fine, if you're seeing this.
canfindrope: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (thinking)
 Has anyone else felt... off since we got here? [Red closes her eyes, scrunching her forehead up in thought. When she looks at the screen again, her eyes have turned yellow.] I can smell everything.

[She laughs] I can hear everything. I had no idea birds were that loud...

[She clutches her cloak, drawing strength from it. Her face sets in determination.] There's something else, too. 

If Jefferson came here, then... this place must be connected to our world. I guess you've heard stories about it. You might have heard them about me, too. Little red riding hood?

But... whatever you've heard? It's not real. It's not what happened. This place - it's wrong. I can feel it. The whole forest... This is bad. It will kill you.

I guess I'm the closest thing this place has to a guide, though. Other than Jefferson. So if anyone needs help, just give me a call.

Okay?

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