Castaways of Fate: The Second Day, Housebuilding

(Ooc: I didn't want to do this, but in such a situation, I can hardly imagine Dichroic's good side to retain control...)

Below the surface of Dichroic's mind, her darkness sensed an impending opening. Dark Dichroic knew a lot of things about the situation. For one, she knew that a person could live months without food, days without water and perhaps minutes without air. If she took over at the moment, her reckless, carefree side would cease to be the one breathing normally. Leaving the reckless side in charge annoyed her but it would give her time to think.

Another thing she knew: The snake had hold of her chest and one arm. The second arm lay limply against a bristly vine, but by making an effort she could reach the head of the snake. She couldn't gouge out its eyes, and she only had one free hand, and her fingers were stuck together again.

Dark Dichroic forced herself throught the slight opening as the carefree side of her finally realized that the snake wasn't smiling and wasn't loosening it's "hug." Dichroic's eyes widened, and her darkness smiled, eyes narrowing and glinting. Her hand shot out and her sticky fingers closed over the two slits that served as the snake's nostrils. Her fingers stuck the nostrils closed, and she clamped her hand over them for added preasure. It wouldn't take long for those nostrils to be stuck closed.

If I die from lack of air, Her darkness thought, So do you.

Blackness crept in, from the corners of her sight to the very center, then she and the snake were falling in a thrashing heap.

Dark Dichroic reasserted her will, shoving the unconsciousness back onto her careless side. She had no intention of falling to her death while her careless side noticed how interesting the sensation of deceptive weightlessness could be. Dichroic cartwheeled endlessly, just for the sheer fun of being off and on balance, of stretching her arms and seeing the sky lurching above, below and then above again. Careless Dichroic never consciously called on her proper timing, except when aiming a crossbow. She just did what felt right, and most of the time it worked. Many people thought of her as amazingly lucky, and people even used the old: 'The Mothers look after fools and children' line around her quite frequintly, both as a child and as a fool. Dark Dichroic knew all about proper timing in tumbling, she'd been an unwilling witness to many disasters and many amazing "lucky" successes. She also knew all about aim. She aimed to land with all her bones intact. Of course, no one could survive a fall like this without breaking a few bones, she knew that...they simply wouldn't be her bones.

Careless Dichroic could have probably survived the fall, because she would just think of it as a wonderful adventure of summersaulting. Dark Dichroic did more than survive the fall. She twisted around, gripped the snake by a good length of tail and then tumbled, rolling forward, twisting the downward motion into a down and forward rolling motion. When she rolled on the ground, she snapped the snake forward and down into a rock; all the momentum of the fall sliding from the tail of the snake to its head, and the forward motion both shattered the skull of the snake on the nearest rock and rolled her to her feet. In a swish, her yellow hair broke over her face, and slowly settled, nearly half on one side, nearly half on the other, some strands dulled brown by dirt, some sticky green by contact with sap and vines. Her half lidded blue eyes betrayed triumph, and her feverish red lips parted in a sinister smile. Sweat glistened from her forehead and face and she simply laughed, holding the end of her broken snake. She shrugged, then went to where her careless self had tossed the vines. She couldn't believe she'd spent all that time gathering all these vines, and overlooking the obvious use of the sticky vine. She picked it up.

"We'll never have enough time." She smiled darkly. "This land is like that of the Sho, and they build their houses of bamboo and elevate them from the ground, as the rain floods it." She spoke with a deep, smooth confidence, now, and moved more deliberately, then cocked her head, eyes still half open, half closed, and listened to an approaching sing song voice. A yellow eyebrow raised...

OOC: Wassup fellas?

"Oh boys, come out come out where ever you are!" She said in a sing-song voice.

Daie entered the camp just as Anni made her rather disturbing utterance. SMiling slightly, with an eyebrow cocked, Daie walked over to her.

"Whats up Anni? Um,. why are you looking at me like that?"

Daie entered the camp just as Anni made her rather disturbing utterance. SMiling slightly, with an eyebrow cocked, Daie walked over to her.

"Whats up Anni? Um,. why are you looking at me like that?"

Anna turned at his voice her face lighting up. "Oooh a pretty elf boy. I wonder if you'll break easy." Anna's hips swayed as she moved towards him in the tight leather. "I like elves. They scream so nicely."

Anna turned at his voice her face lighting up. "Oooh a pretty elf boy. I wonder if you'll break easy." Anna's hips swayed as she moved towards him in the tight leather. "I like elves. They scream so nicely."

Daie smiled "Well, that remains to be seen. Last time I heard those words, I ended up with a daughter. Oh course, Raven rarely wore leathers, but open mind and all that."

Her demonic smile seemed to suddenly hit the less used portion of Daie's brain, as his smile faltered.

"Wait!? What?! Vith! Exit Daie, stage left"

KIcking up a small tornado of dust, Daie vanished, and only a quivering branch left a clue as to which way to follow.

Talek didn't pay attention to Anna and the elf. If the two killed eachother, so much the... bah, the cowardly elf fled. More's the pity. The swordsman cursed. All the people in the group he liked, Elshanna and Brynn most notably, had gone with another group. There was Jarran of course... Still, when he heard Dichroic's comments.

"Poles! That sounds like a good idea!" He turned towards Kane and Jarran. "Theaza, Jarran... " He disliked asking Kane's help, but the clouds DID worry even the dim swordsman. "We go and take down a couple of trees?"

(yes, I know... bad Rand for vanishing. No cookie)

(OOC: Good Rand for coming back! Cookies all around! And confetti!)

Dark Dichroic didn't want to spend a long miserable night shivering to death. Her careless side attempted again to gain mastery, and she jabbed it with a memory of him. She coiled up the other vines and hung them diagnally across her chest. She kept hold of her dead snake. If any of those little beasties came back, she wouldn't play tag with them. She would snap their heads off with her makeshift dead-snake whip. When Dark Dichroic played, she played to win.

She listened to Talek's suggestion and smiled slyly. "That would go along way to keeping us dry tonight. The more wood or bamboo you secure, the less close we'll have to crowd together in the shelter to remain warm and dry. While I have no particular aversion to getting close to any of you charming people, I am worried about being slain inadvertantly in any active physical discussions. I am curious to know which one of you will gather the most. I have no money, so bets are worthless, but I have my suspicions which one it will be." Her eyes sparkled mischeviously. "As for myself, I am pretty useless in the gathering wood department, and am no match for a tree. I do intend to collect leaves for the roof however. Do let me know if there is anything else I can do to assist any of you."

Her careless side reared up with a desperation to regain control, thinking perhaps that she meant these "friends" harm. For a moment, Dark Dichroic doubled over, breathing heavily, then took a deep breath, smiled charmingly at each person in her sight and reminded her careless side how much "fun" it had been to die...to literally have her soul ripped from her body like a leaf from a tree and thrown to the wind. Only slower. She replayed the overwhelming sensation she had experienced in full while three separate entities tried to pull her soul in different directions. Her soul had been shredded and she would never be completely restored to what she had been. Never. Dark Dichroic hated herself for the lost power, the lost strength, the lost years. She hated herself for the loss of her husband, and the loss of her child. She hated herself for getting attached in the first place, and she hated herself for betraying them, inadvertantly or not. Half of her wanted to kill anyone in her power to harm her pathetic careless side and keep it sobbing in the corner of her mind, but at the same time, she intended to control herself from now on, and living on this island required as many hands as possible.

She strode towards the nearest tree that offered wide leaves (think bananna type wide leaves). She started ripping them down.


(OOC: As you can see, Dark Dichroic speaks differently and acts differently than Careless Dichroic- this may or may not be noticed)

Daie slowed to a halt, and leant heavily against a tree.

"What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself quietly. "What can she do? She's smaller than me, and has no weapon. Plus, why would she attack me?"

Even as he asked, his shoulder began to throb, an old scar aching again, a definite sign of trouble. Or rain.

He decided to return to the camp, where he would probably be safer, what with there being witnesses and even possible allies. He turned, and heard a chilling chuckle that almost curdled his blood.

"Oh dear"

Dark Dichroic looked at the wide leafed tree as thought it had personally insulted her. Her legs were wrapped easily around its smooth green trunk, keeping her atop the tree, looking down onto it. She mercilously plucked each leaf off, as though she were defeathering a live, helplessly bound chicken. The smile on her face was wicked, as if she could hear the tree screaming for mercy.

Although, she did hear someone screaming for mercy, it certainly wasn't the tree. I can't do this!! Careless Dichroic wailed. Careless Dichroic actually thought it mattered whether this tree lost its leaves. Careless Dichroic was in fact convinced that the tree could feel this in the same way that a human would feel if it's fingers were being torn out. Dark Dichroic decided to use more leaves than she would have, just to hear Careless Dichroic's suffering. It was about time that she felt some remorse or sadness or pain for a change. It was time that she knew that the world wasn't just some big party to enjoy, that survival was hard, and demanded hard choices. It was time for her to grow up and be useful. Or she could just cry in the corner like the little whiner that Dark Dichroic knew she was. If she didn't want to grow up, she deserved it.