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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2015-03-28 02:29 pm

069 ☣ hair dissipating like smoke

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[Anya is singing, a silly french folksong for children, meant to teach words for parts of the body. But her voice is wavering, sometimes fast and insistent, sometimes tentative and quiet, all of it transposed into an eerie minor key.


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[She sits on deck, still singing, going through the expanding verses over and over. She has acquired - and killed, with one hard snap of the neck, although her ripped and stained sleeves show she was made to bleed for it - one of the part-velociraptor chickens that have colonized the otherwise changeable world of the enclosure. She has, as per the song, plucked off all its feathers, pulled off its beak, put out its eyes. She is scraping away the scaly skin beneath the down with one of her little black knives, seems totally absorbed in the task.]


[OOC Note: Anya has, for various reasons, but mostly immediately due to one exorcism that went badly awry, lost her grip on sanity. Anyone with psychic or magical senses should definitely pick up that this is not a purely psychological break - she has a lot of bad, bad mojo that has broken loose in her skull.]
rhapsody_in: (c: aside (soliloquy?))

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[personal profile] rhapsody_in 2015-03-28 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[No one else sits around singing French songs while sounding as if they want to do a Lucia di Lammermoor impression instead. Bleu's curiosity is immediately piqued, and she sings a questioning, maybe mocking, lyric back.]

Chante, rossignol, chante, toi qui as le cœur gai.
Tu as le cœur à rire… moi je l’ai à pleurer.
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[personal profile] rhapsody_in 2015-03-31 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Aren't you a doll. [Bleu is amused, listening to Anya laugh as if she's tracing a symphony's motifs. This has to be insanity. In and of itself that doesn't worry her.]
rickitikitarr: (call me darling)

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[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-03-30 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[He spots her on deck, and immediately susses that all is not right. He'd been planning to return that taser, but...

Well. He crouches down in front of her, asks, quietly and firmly;]


Anya?
rickitikitarr: (fuck off tufty thessinger)

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[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-03-30 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh darling, don't I know it.

[Settling down next to her, watching her carefully.]

Did something happen?
rickitikitarr: (out of reach out of mind)

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[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-03-31 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Which one? Explain for me, you know I'm hopeless.

[Lacing his little finger around the other side of the bone, obligingly, wondering if this is a thing in her world.]

I think we need to let this dry out, first. It won't do a thing for us right now.

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youwillgotohell: (I have no hope)

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2015-03-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[The song puts her on edge, and though she draws breath to ask after her friend, she decides rather to ask in person. It doesn't take long to find her: and when she sees what Anya is caught up in, her brow knits slowly together.]

Dinner?

[She moves to sit beside Anya, gathering her skirts.]
youwillgotohell: ("tear out my tongue")

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2015-03-31 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that's unexpected. Morgana watches, eyes following each stroke of the knife, and she stares at the heart for a long, silent moment.]

You don't want it?

[She's unnerved, and working hard to hide it.]
youwillgotohell: (I'm gonna raise the stakes)

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2015-03-31 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Morgana's mouth curls up at the corner in a wry smile.]

Hearts are rarely too small.

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warisart: (Distrustful)

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[personal profile] warisart 2015-03-31 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[The gore doesn't bother Ben; he's not even entirely surprised to find Anya in the midst of the activity, not really. What catches his attention first is the location - no, what catches his attention first is the scent of blood out in the open, and then that it's coming from her; then he wonders if this serves a purpose and moves closer - and then what concerns him is the wounds on her arms. Not only for their existence, but for the uncontrolled mingle of her blood with the chicken's. He doesn't register the song at all, though the part of him intimately familiar with insanity prickles to life.

He knows something is wrong because he knows Anya. He has been watching for it for days, ever since he failed to notice it in Abigail, but this was not gradual. She was fine this morning, or as fine as they have been since last November, which begs a little exception. He approaches from the side, crouches down beside her, unafraid - of her, anyway.
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Anya? Are you waiting here for someone?
warisart: (Wary)

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[personal profile] warisart 2015-04-04 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He hesitates, unsure what the tone means, if he should reassure or further question. Part of him becomes instantly wary, and the line of it stretches both ways when he tests it: protective, instantly, if anyone she doesn't want to come should approach. Unnerved, because he recognizes this, but not enough to name it. Yet.

His eyes drop to her hands, the mess of them and the dead bird, then raise back to her face.
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What's happened? Anya?
warisart: (Listening)

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[personal profile] warisart 2015-04-04 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ben shivers, too, although his is imperceptible and he does not react to it. It's the way she almost answered his question but not quite, the way she hasn't looked at him at all, nor said his name. Small things that most would take for granted but that he notices, glaring, in their absence as much as he does, gleaming, in their presence.

He knows she was helping with the Sha. He doesn't understand what that means, not really, has watched the Barge swallowed whole by fairytale threats being ordered into reality and then bludgeoned to death however they might; but he remembers everyone acting strange and he remembers Dillon saying it was intruders.

He reaches for her hand.
] Anya, come with me. If you've been hurt somehow, we need to find out so we can turn it back.

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2015-03-31 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes Dean three days to feel steady enough - and motivated enough - to return for work. It's awkward as fuck, everyone is worn out, no one but Luna talks. None of the inmate crew is bothered by this: they know their work and they know how to do it with a minimum of communication.

It's as he's leaving that the warden makes the comment that has him opening a line to Anya later. He missed the initial transmission: he was asleep. He wants to go back to sleep, but first:
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If you weren't going to do it, you shouldn't have said anything. I didn't ask you to cover me.
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surfaceshine: (Gimme the Pie)

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2015-04-04 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Which, in turn, makes him bristle as well where previously he was only annoyed.]

Bullshit. You're the one always up in my face. I didn't even start this.
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2015-04-04 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is enough to draw him up short, abrupt but not comedic. He is still wary, still suspicious, but suddenly less certain of the ground on which he was standing.]

...are we talking about the same thing?

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