She hadn't braved anything besides attempting to survive. This much, after spending the the last several months wounded and held prisoner by people who saw her as a horrific threat at worst and a tool to use and destroy at best, was enough for Captain Judith Deuteros. Sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, her feet dangling while she gathered her bearings, she looked up and scowled at the little crab that had wandered up towards the boardwalk. It scuttled around like a curious puppy, picking at the dropped bits of food and detritus underneath the boardwalk before it drew closer. It's glassy, beady black little eyes shined with apparent interest as started grasping it's brilliantly colored and powerful claws at the crutches sitting by her side. It was only small compared to the crabs she had heard from others who did trek out along the shorelines-- being the size of a small dog rather than the much larger ones she had watched being hauled in.
Sipping at the mercifully hot coffee she held in her chilled hands, Judith watched the crab warily-- until it grew bold and started to pick up the crutch in it's entirety to take... somewhere.
She didn't want to even think about where.
Setting her coffee down, she grabbed the other end of the crutch and tugged-- to no avail. The blasted crab held fast, even as Judith swore and made to swing--
Which. Did nothing.
A year ago, she was a top athlete in her category of Necromancers within the Cohort. Being able to run a ten minute kilometer was no simple feat for a 'wizard' whose 'magic' habitually degraded their physical bodies, eating away at both flesh and stamina until they resembled more of a skeletal bird than a living person. Now, after being cuffed, wheeled around in chairs and gurneys, enduring surgery after surgery to put her insides back together after a string of poor decisions on her part that resulted in her partner being killed and left her own self on the brink of death?
She could hardly make the crab budge.
After several embarrassing moments of trying, Judith finally looked up at the nearest passerby. Catching their gaze, and asked in the wearied, tired tones of someone who was at the limits of what they could tolerate:]
A little help, here?
B
[She wanted a drink.
Normally she didn't believe in getting inebriated while on duty, but the Cohort was actual lightyears away and Judith just didn't care anymore. She had struggled to follow her orders and maintain protocol even while she hadn't been able to digest her meals without the basic mechanisms being outsourced to machines. Her stomach, removed at one point and replaced with plex devices-- along with part of her esophagus and intestinal tract-- had since been restored at the hands of a traitor to the Empire, and Judith was keen to take advantage of her newfound freedoms by indulging in an ordinary human vice.
However, moving with crutches while the rest of her body recovered wasn't easy. It was slow going, and the remaining surreality of feeling as if her limbs were not her due to her recent Squidhood didn't help matters. One misstep sent her tumbling--
And she had no idea where she was.
Annoyed, she heaved a long suffering sigh.]
I take it this isn't the place for a soldier to get a drink.
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Judith Deuteros | The Locked Tomb | Coldblood
[She hadn't braved the shoreline.
She hadn't braved anything besides attempting to survive. This much, after spending the the last several months wounded and held prisoner by people who saw her as a horrific threat at worst and a tool to use and destroy at best, was enough for Captain Judith Deuteros. Sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, her feet dangling while she gathered her bearings, she looked up and scowled at the little crab that had wandered up towards the boardwalk. It scuttled around like a curious puppy, picking at the dropped bits of food and detritus underneath the boardwalk before it drew closer. It's glassy, beady black little eyes shined with apparent interest as started grasping it's brilliantly colored and powerful claws at the crutches sitting by her side. It was only small compared to the crabs she had heard from others who did trek out along the shorelines-- being the size of a small dog rather than the much larger ones she had watched being hauled in.
Sipping at the mercifully hot coffee she held in her chilled hands, Judith watched the crab warily-- until it grew bold and started to pick up the crutch in it's entirety to take... somewhere.
She didn't want to even think about where.
Setting her coffee down, she grabbed the other end of the crutch and tugged-- to no avail. The blasted crab held fast, even as Judith swore and made to swing--
Which. Did nothing.
A year ago, she was a top athlete in her category of Necromancers within the Cohort. Being able to run a ten minute kilometer was no simple feat for a 'wizard' whose 'magic' habitually degraded their physical bodies, eating away at both flesh and stamina until they resembled more of a skeletal bird than a living person. Now, after being cuffed, wheeled around in chairs and gurneys, enduring surgery after surgery to put her insides back together after a string of poor decisions on her part that resulted in her partner being killed and left her own self on the brink of death?
She could hardly make the crab budge.
After several embarrassing moments of trying, Judith finally looked up at the nearest passerby. Catching their gaze, and asked in the wearied, tired tones of someone who was at the limits of what they could tolerate:]
A little help, here?
B
[She wanted a drink.
Normally she didn't believe in getting inebriated while on duty, but the Cohort was actual lightyears away and Judith just didn't care anymore. She had struggled to follow her orders and maintain protocol even while she hadn't been able to digest her meals without the basic mechanisms being outsourced to machines. Her stomach, removed at one point and replaced with plex devices-- along with part of her esophagus and intestinal tract-- had since been restored at the hands of a traitor to the Empire, and Judith was keen to take advantage of her newfound freedoms by indulging in an ordinary human vice.
However, moving with crutches while the rest of her body recovered wasn't easy. It was slow going, and the remaining surreality of feeling as if her limbs were not her due to her recent Squidhood didn't help matters. One misstep sent her tumbling--
And she had no idea where she was.
Annoyed, she heaved a long suffering sigh.]
I take it this isn't the place for a soldier to get a drink.
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