okteiviakom: ([spec] emotional intimacy)
The next morning, they marched on Shallow Valley again. )

And then Octavia opened her eyes again, and didn't even notice the tear roll the rest of the way into her hairline. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but then she saw them, treetops against the night sky, nothing but moonlight touching them.

She was laying on the forest floor.

This was a familiar dream. Countless nights in the bunker, she'd ended up in the woods. Either filled with shadows that seemed to move and to stalk, or - when she was lucky - filled with calm and quiet and no one and nothing else for miles.

She felt no danger here. Nothing moved in the shadows as she got up from the undergrowth. She didn't notice the things under her bare feet, crunching and scraping and pushing between her toes. Nothing could hurt her here, after all. She was sure of it.

And so she began walking.

And she walked and she walked.

And eventually she came to the edge of the forest, and wasn't at all surprised to see the castle. She'd seen it many times over the years, in her dreams, looming in the background of everything else.

She kept walking. Past the castle, towards the gates. Onto the cobblestone streets.

Down to the docks.

To the ship.

It wasn't always there when she came down here. Sometimes she couldn't even find the docks, but this time she had, and it was. She stood still for a moment, just looking at it, stretched out in its slip.

Then, she walked across the gangplank, and stepped aboard.

[ooc: For one. NFB for distance first, and then for timing. Things under the cut taken from The 100 S5 episode 13, and THUS CONCLUDES THE PLOT! \o/]
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] regal)
At first light the next morning, they marched. Every last one of them.

It was going to be a six-day journey.

On the second day, Bellamy and Indra approached Octavia at the front of the army. They told her Echo had radioed in. The enemy knew they were coming, so all three entry points into the valley were likely to be heavily guarded. Echo was scouting for the best way in.

Octavia said nothing.

Bellamy came to her again that evening, when they'd made camp for the night. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 11-13. Post 1 of 2 for today! Content warning for violence and NPC deaths.]
okteiviakom: ([spec blodreina] blood must have)
Octavia woke up to someone gently nudging her shoulder. It was Jackson, the closest thing they'd had to a doctor since Abby had gone with Diyoza. Behind him, Indra. Octavia had no idea how long she'd been out of it, but it had been long enough for them to have turned her chambers into her own personal sick ward.

She told Indra her brother had poisoned her.

Jackson, shocked, told Indra to arrest Bellamy.

And Indra told them she couldn't do that.

And then, with Octavia able to do nothing but watch from the bed, Indra threw a knife. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 9-10. CONTENT WARNING for suicidal ideation and self-harm.]
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] wait)
Only a fool wouldn't try to take advantage of something that fell right into their lap.

Not all the worms had perished when they'd burned down the tent in the wasteland.

And Octavia had given Cooper the go-ahead. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 7-8 (yes we are so close to the end of this plot I can practically feel it in my bones omfg). Content warning for off-screen NPC death, and some gore.]
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] mmmmhmmmmmm)
Octavia did what she did best: prepared to attack. She took a battalion to march to Shallow Valley. Bellamy and Clarke came with them, for reasons Octavia didn't ask about nor care to hear. It would be a six-day journey across the dry seabed, chancing sandstorms. They wouldn't have been able to carry rations for the longer routes.

And, anyway. The sooner they secured the valley for themselves, the better.

But of course it wasn't that easy. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episodes 5-6. Content warning for body horror.]
okteiviakom: ([neu warpaint blodreina] leadership)
They'd been down in the bunker for six years. They'd made it past the dark year, and although it had left many wounds that had never properly healed, they had survived it. The ground was supposed to be survivable again, by now. They hadn't found a way out of the bunker yet, but Wonkru was alive.

And that was enough.

There had been no more Osleya for many years, by this time. They called her Blodreina now. Because that was who she was now. The red queen. Octavia had pushed all her personal wants (dreams, hopes) aside and focused on keeping Wonkru going, making them strong, making sure they'd be ready if -- when they made it back to the ground.

Her focus was laser-sharp, and unyielding.

(Because it was all she had.)

Niylah's locket was still around her neck, but her bracelet lay abandoned in one of the drawers of her desk. Nou finrona nowe, jos Blodreina. She had armor that had been made especially for her. Parts of it had been dyed red, to recall the blood of Wonkru's enemies.

The bunker had no commander. It had her. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5 episode 4. Content warning for violence and gore. Listen to the Wonkru anthem here.]
okteiviakom: ([neg] .5 secs from losing it)
Wonkru had been living in the bunker for two years. Not comfortably, not always harmoniously, but they'd lived, and they'd done so together as one clan. Sometimes that was enough. The fighting pits weren't pretty, weren't something Octavia thought she would have sanctioned on the ground, but they were necessary. For population control, for unity, for a grim reminder of what their enemy was.

See content warning below. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI. Taken from The 100 S5, episode 11 (yes, we're skipping ahead for a bit, because this is flashback country in the original continuity). CONTENT WARNING for cannibalism and graphic murder of NPCs.]
okteiviakom: ([spec] CHOOSE)
The days in the bunker threatened to all blur together. After the first week, Octavia had taken to keeping count of them on a little pad in her office. One short line, one day.

People had been calling her Osleya since day one.

'The champion'.

But Octavia wanted to do anything but lead them. She'd won the conclave and put them all here, wasn't that enough? Indra kept dressing her up in commander garb, the coat, the forehead emblem, but it felt wrong, it wasn't her. Her blood was red and it always would be. The clothes weren't fooling anyone, no matter how many times Indra led her to meetings with the delegates from the old clans. Especially when Gaia wouldn't throw her support behind her.

And all Octavia really wanted to do was spar with Miller, spend time with Niylah, try and make this her new normal. Try and accept this would be where they'd be for the next five years, the same as everyone else.

Her phone had been badly damaged during the conclave. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, taken from The 100 S5 episode 2.]

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