Chapter 16 | The First Taste

[dog_lover]

[ She looks directly at the camera, smiling faintly even if it doesn't reach her eyes. Those eyes are... something else, bright gold, with red circles within that almost seem like they swirl as you look at them, drawing you in. ]

Hello. My name is Makima.

I'm here to help.

Anyone who has issues in controlling themselves. Or controlling their temper. Controlling their sadness. Anyone who's afraid of being overwhelmed or hurt, who doesn't know what to do. Anyone who just wants someone to make things simple and peaceful and easy...

We should talk.

[ Makima can be found in all sorts of places. After all, she doesn't need to be in the treehouse to look down at everyone, to watch over everyone. She sometimes is, because it's a nice view, but just as often, she's in the main common room, smiling sweetly and looking out for any trouble. She wanders into the sick ward just as often to see if there's anyone who might want to make a deal with her there, but she doesn't linger.

When she's not 'working', she'll be found in her room, staring (seemingly) at nothing at all. She's still smiling then, always smiling, but there's something missing in her eyes. That's why she makes sure she's behind a door before she does it.

So she doesn't bring down the mood. ]

[ ooc: Makima is the devil of control and can do all sorts of things with people's minds and memories. She'd be more than happy to erase all your sadness so you can be happy enough to leave. How's that for a way out? ]

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spam - mid month

[colorofthesky]

Zack...has had quite a time. Between being detained, worried, and (frankly) more than a little uncomfortable being stuck in a white room for who knows how long, when he finds himself on the Clipper, it's...well. More than a little jarring.

He pulls himself together a bit before he sets out to explore...and it just so happens, that shock of red hair is the first familiar thing he sees.

"Makima? Makima, is that you??"

Re: spam - mid month

[dog_lover]

She pauses in the hallway and she's actually...

Disturbed. Because Zack is a genuinely decent person. She's watched him, heard him, knows this. He's a genuinely decent person who's never treated her as anything less or more than anyone else.

She makes her way over to him and offers a hand to steady if he needs it.

"Zack. You look... a little out of sorts.'

[colorofthesky]

Honestly, at this point, he's just relieved to see someone he actually knows. He lets out a soft breath and a little of the tension in his frame seems to slip away.

At being called 'out of sorts', he rubs the back of his head.

"Yeah, I'm- I guess so? I just got here so it's...kind of a lot?"

The scenery here sure is Something.

"How long have you been here?"

[dog_lover]

"A couple of weeks," and she'll step forward, towards him, and offer a hand. She likes holding hands with people she likes. "Come. Do you have a room? We can sit and talk."