Going Once, Going Twice

[sailorgenerous]

Who: Rarity and whomever would like to talk with her
What: Rarity getting loose ends tied up before Sans goes on his teleport spree and gets her out of dodge Virgo
When: April 8-10
Where: Wherever you want, though mostly in Virgo
Warnings: We'll see?

It's been an odd, very tense sort of month. There are things happening in the background that Rarity can't quite put her finger on, and it's keeping her on edge. (Of course, it doesn't help that her hands no longer feel right, and her balance is terrible. This is what happens when you have the wrong number of legs, and the wrong just about everything.)

She may be in the penthouse, making tea or putting together different outfits in an attempt to make herself feel better; she may be in the Virgo lobbies or building at large, looking through the museum she rarely ever spends time in or committing the cardinal sin of wearing flats to the club; she may be out and about on the town, usually at a park, though the fashion district has caught her attention as of late, her bodyguard (regrettably) never far behind.

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[nibelungvalesti]

At night, Meril had developed something of an unfortunate habit of coming in through the window.

She landed lightly inside despite the armor sheathing her body, reaching behind her to tug the window shut. Then the armor vanished, replaced by ordinary clothes, as if it had never been. One step between madness and sanity, in many ways.

"Hello, Rarity," Meril said with a gentle smile for the woman. She looked unsettled at best, and Meril didn't like to see that in the slightest.

[sailorgenerous]

Rarity has seen Meril's window entrances before and they're still surprising. She starts, momentarily dropping the dress she was holding and catching it with her magic before it hit the ground. "Goodness!" She puts a hand over her heart, taking a moment to catch her breath. "I thought I would be accustomed to this by now, but I suppose not."

[nibelungvalesti]

"And yet in some ways you have adapted perfectly." Meril motioned gently to the dress as she stepped over, her smiles drifting out of her eyes as she appraised the other woman. "I think you are more on edge in general than anything..."

[sailorgenerous]

The magic is almost reflexive at this point; it's something Rarity will need to be careful of in public.

She looks away for just a moment. "I am. I- I feel like something's coming, and I'm not sure what to do about it." It's not easy to describe a generalized feeling of dread, but this is close.

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril tilted her head slightly. "Is premonition like that among your powers?" She could see that, and even if Rarity didn't know, it was not impossible even then.

[sailorgenerous]

"No. Or- I don't think so, at least." That's more Pinkie's area, isn't it? Her Pinkie Sense warns her what's going to happen, and it took forever for Twilight to accept that it worked-

She stumbles and catches herself on the couch. It's not the complete loss of balance that a full-on memory would have brought, but it's still conspicuous. She lowers herself on the couch slowly and gives Meril a wry smile. "Of course, that doesn't help matters."

[nibelungvalesti]

"We certainly cannot dismiss your feeling." Meril sat down next to her -- not her usual lazy sprawl across the couch, because Rarity made her self-conscious about such things. "It may simply be because we are under pressure... something will give, soon. It seems like it must."

[sailorgenerous]

"That's part of what I'm worried about. It seems like whenever something gives, someone gets hurt."

[nibelungvalesti]

"I have been talking with Greg, to try to soothe him."

Meril drew a hand into a fist. In that quiet gesture, divine strength bled through like a palpable feeling, and she lifted her eyes to meet Rarity's own.

"And I will not allow him to be hurt. Nor you. Nor the others."

[sailorgenerous]

Meril's words rattle all the way down to Rarity's core and sink in. For a moment, she can hardly breathe. She's been trying so hard to take care of everyone that it's left her little time to think about herself, and knowing that Meril is there to help her eases that weight in a way she hadn't expected. A burden shared is a burden halved, and she keenly feels it.

She sniffs, quietly, and closes her eyes, wiping a tear away with the heel of her hand. "Thank you." She can barely manage a whisper, but it needs to be said.

[nibelungvalesti]

In more ways than one -- the moment she saw that tear escape, Meril slid closer to put herself right next to Rarity, then reached out to pull the other woman into a hug. She might be small, but Meril was all strength and solidity and tempered ferocity, and more than Greg needed her support right now.

[sailorgenerous]

The hug is exactly what Rarity needs, and she clings to Meril, burying her face in Meril's shoulder and openly crying. "I don't know what to do anymore," she manages between sobs.

[nibelungvalesti]

"You know exactly what to do," Meril murmured. "Protect those you care about. Stand by those you value. What you do not know to do is how to do these things, yet. But you know what matters most in your heart, and that is your foundation of strength, if you let it be."