White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

Family Business

The Sovereign sluggishly turned over in the tub, trying her hardest to keep her head down as her skin gripped and rubbed against its iron. Maybe if she'd stayed facing away, her eyes wouldn't have been blinded through her darkness. Groggily waking, slowly finding her way to squint her eyes open, she finally noticed the oddity of the room's lightbulbs. Square, not round, and placed towards the sides of the tiled roofing. New details were harder to lock onto, especially when her head was splitting in two. Repeatedly trying to get a grip on the side of the bathtub without slipping, it took her a few attempts of stumbling around before she'd finally decided to try and roll her back over and out. The Sovereign's eyes closed again as she glanced at the light's luminosity.

Ozen hit the tiles hard, a concerning shatter coming from beneath her, cracks of ceramic tugging at her as she began to blindly crawl her way to where she thought her boots were.

"Ottobas, coarse upper, with a soft Neritantan inner, and treaded rubber...My boots"

The Sovereign curled fetally, still blindly trying to slip on her shoes, stopping to realise that something else came first.

"Where are my pants?"

Now was the time for action. Rolling onto her spine, Ozen lay in thought, psyching herself to be assaulted by the light. The Immovable struck her eyes open, retreating as she blinked and turned away, blinking rapidly to try and adjust to her surroundings, her vision coated in a cascade of fuzzy colours. Purple and cyan danced in front of her, the Sovereign's body slowly rising, using a toilet seat as a prop. It didn't take long for her mind and body to subconsciously put two and two together, alerting Ozen's stomach and throat of the coming gagging. The object triggered an involuntary reaction as she vomited the events of the last night into the bowl. Nausea, pain, and a soul-splitting headache culminated in Ozen dry heaving to try and get out whatever remained, instinctively punching herself to finish the job.

The Sovereign lay her head down, looking at her efforts and recounting the memories of her invasion. The blood, the house, her foe and her "friend". Her sudden burst of power, Summer's all-enveloping light, and that beast in the sea.

Ozen's nose no longer wanted to be violated, her palms thrust off the seat for her senses, her legs barely carrying her before buckling and throwing her rearward against her bathroom bed. The Immovable's back elicits pops and crackles as she arches backwards, her vision hazily locking onto what looked like her clothes, or at least, someone's murky-dark pants. Hoisted above on the shower curtain's pole and just out of reach, Ozen ripped a tile from where she'd landed, lazily throwing the flooring at her clothes. They fell right onto her face, obscuring her vision as her ears picked up the shattering of the tile as it broke against some part of the room.

Slugging around on the floor again, almost mimicking a caterpillar, The Sovereign had managed to slither her way into her bottoms, stumbling to her knees as she placed a hand on the sink. The basin broke out of the wall, barely staying attached as it tore away. It's plumbing just keeping it on an incline. At least the mirror was operational. Copying Ozen's appearance, her bruised and scarred black-clad body was on full display as she stepped backwards, her knuckles slightly bulging as bruising gave way even with her enhancements. She now saw their stiffness, and the difficulty moving her fingers with any coordination. Thankfully, the mirror also pointed out her shirt, draped over the door's knob.

Now in the rest of her attire, Ozen stepped into the recreational bedroom hybrid, the primary space of their room. Hunched due to tiredness, not for comfort, The Sovereign noted the room's lack of company, the only indications of former presence being; the room's disarray, Summer's stained sheets, and a letter crudely written on oversized paper.