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theclipper_tlv2022-08-01 11:47 pm
neverwaitslong) wrote in theclipper_tlv2022-08-01 11:47 pm
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"Ulla felt hate bloom in her heart."
Who: Ulla & open
When: Early August
Where: around the Clipper
Warnings: Anger, possible ineffectual violence
What: Furious mermaid is not settling in well
Being captured all over again was bad enough.
But then there's this, her power stripped from her, stuffed into a body that used to be hers but doesn't feel like home anymore. A body even more ill-suited for being trapped in the confines of a ship than her eel tail was. At least that let her slither. Slow and unwieldy, but not impossible. Now, she'd flop on the deck like a caught fish.
The beautiful silver scales on the fish tail she grew up with are a reminder of all that she lost, and she hates it.
"Warren!" she yells. Because if he's here, it would at least be some consolation. He has to be here.
--
Eventually, Ulla figures out that the ridiculous ostentatious open seashell is meant for her, as a form of transportation. It feels like a mockery of a throne, an absurdity. She misses the fishbowl Warren got her. She misses her old cabin, with the comforting weight of water pressed around her. She misses Warren. And she's furious all the time.
All of the songs she sings are angry, impotent things that would tear the ship apart if she could put any real power behind them. She composes spells of destruction, and wishes they were more than an intellectual exercise.
[For Nanny Ogg]
Ulla glares daggers at her new warden. Or assistant, or whatever they're calling themselves here. "I've already had a warden for two years. You aren't him."
When: Early August
Where: around the Clipper
Warnings: Anger, possible ineffectual violence
What: Furious mermaid is not settling in well
Being captured all over again was bad enough.
But then there's this, her power stripped from her, stuffed into a body that used to be hers but doesn't feel like home anymore. A body even more ill-suited for being trapped in the confines of a ship than her eel tail was. At least that let her slither. Slow and unwieldy, but not impossible. Now, she'd flop on the deck like a caught fish.
The beautiful silver scales on the fish tail she grew up with are a reminder of all that she lost, and she hates it.
"Warren!" she yells. Because if he's here, it would at least be some consolation. He has to be here.
--
Eventually, Ulla figures out that the ridiculous ostentatious open seashell is meant for her, as a form of transportation. It feels like a mockery of a throne, an absurdity. She misses the fishbowl Warren got her. She misses her old cabin, with the comforting weight of water pressed around her. She misses Warren. And she's furious all the time.
All of the songs she sings are angry, impotent things that would tear the ship apart if she could put any real power behind them. She composes spells of destruction, and wishes they were more than an intellectual exercise.
[For Nanny Ogg]
Ulla glares daggers at her new warden. Or assistant, or whatever they're calling themselves here. "I've already had a warden for two years. You aren't him."
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"Nothing about being here seems fun," Ulla tells him dryly. She's too angry to enjoy a bit of it. And the sickly sweet attitudes feel so grating. If they're true, they're entirely unrelatable. If they're false... well, Ulla's never had much patience for that.
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Though the shredding's a bit harder since he got claw caps put on. Still, he always manages to chew them off and do a bit of shredding before he gets sedated and they're stuck back on again. Worth it.