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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2015-04-26 01:44 am

071 ☣ a book of myths in which our names do not appear

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[Anya doesn't look markedly better than she has in the last two months. She still has her crown of bony protrusions (a few of them now snapped by the recent invaders), messy hair, fading bruises and scrapes, and wan, exhausted features. But her gaze is clear and direct, her expression tight-lipped.]

...normal maintenance services will resume shortly. If there's anything you've been waiting to have fixed, please report it for triage.


[Private to Jean]

I don't know if they're still there after the latest debacle, but Arthas had zombies packed into his cabin like sardines when last I checked. Cleanup, aisle seven, etc.


[Private to Stephen]

Thank you.


[Spam for Morgana]

[She skulks, trembles, hides in a nearby empty cabin, like a mouse at a mousehole, until Morgana comes to her own door. She darts out, left hand closing on Morgana's wrist, nails digging in. Her other hand is full of partly-scrunched pages, torn from wherever they come from, a scribbled bestiary and neat pentacle diagrams and a few leaves that are slightly scorched, that look like ordinary paper but smell like burnt hair at the edges.]

Every key has teeth.


[Spam for Ben]

[She comes to find him, after his shift. It's not the first time she's done it in the last few weeks, but it's the first time without a distinct air of aimless hopelessness or frenetic desperation. She still feels weak, drained, and her hands shake a little when she holds out her arms for him, but her gaze is free and clear.]

Ben.
brbculling: (not anakin seriously guys)

[personal profile] brbculling 2015-04-26 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Anya.

[He's relieved. Hooray, she's better.]
brbculling: (what? no)

[personal profile] brbculling 2015-04-28 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
And you've been sick. What happened?

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tucky: (we are all just in here)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-04-26 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
... You normal again?

[She sounds normal. Please be normal, Anya.]
tucky: (in the old days of about ten minutes ago)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-04-28 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
What did you try? What happened?

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[personal profile] warisart 2015-04-26 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ben, honestly, is better off than she is but worse off than he would normally be; the death toll had been rough on him, plodding along towards equilibrium but without any of his typical motivation. He's shaken it off but still feels a little tarnished, although he suspects this is mostly due to being more or less aimless, of having no clear goal to work towards. His body ingested the damage and the resulting consequences exactly as it was intended to do. His mind is still listless with all the options before him and the knowledge that none of them are good ones, none of them the clear right way to go.

So he goes to his kitchen shift, actively helps because that's what he can do, and the door to his cabin is still open because he doesn't intend to stay here for very long. He's just collecting a sketchpad - for Anya - and a book - for himself - before going to find her and settling in for the evening and whatever it brings. He hears someone coming, smells that it's her, and stands from his crouch already bracing for whatever happens next.
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Anya? [For a moment, nothing at all happens next, because he can tell at a glance that everything has changed again. He is always quick to respond when she looks at him and knows him and seems herself again, but this time he practically vaults the corner of the bed between them and is there, immediately, within her raised arms as he pulls her tight against him like if he holds on tight enough, he can keep her here with him. Like they haven't seen each other for weeks.

Like he suddenly has purpose again, his breathless voice right beside her ear, muffled by her hair.
] You know where you are?
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[personal profile] warisart 2015-05-12 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It's me.

For some reason, those words and the self evident truth of them make Ben feel at once weaker and stronger; relief, the shifting of pressure, clenching tight in his chest and holding him up at the same time. His grip tightens, and it could almost be painful except there is a clear threshold where he stops himself, where he remembers, where he is gentle. Secure, but mindful. He turns his face into her for a moment longer, breathes in deeply, takes strength and takes comfort and takes love.

But then he's pulling away just a little, now that she will not run away or disappear or fold without every part of him braced close and ready to support, contain, correct every part of her; he has stroked her hair and held her through wracking sobs and shuddering fear and he has learned how to answer to both of these in the ways that will get through to Anya, to a human girl with simple, wordless, physical needs for security and comfort in ways he would never have employed on his own. What it means is that now he does not hesitate when he kisses her forehead, her temple, leans his forehead there for a moment.

What it means is he is quick and certain and grateful when he kisses her, brief and precise but deliberate. It is a sign of love, he knows, in the language he has been learning in leaps and bounds over the past couple weeks. And he loves her. More than ever, he loves her.
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omar: (that's up to y'all really)

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[personal profile] omar 2015-04-26 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Omar is a little busy right now robbing cabins, but his communicator is still on, and he takes a moment to respond when he hears her voice.]

'ayo, Anya. Glad to see you feeling better.
omar: (oh i bet it do)

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We few, we lucky few.

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I've got something of yours I need to return.

[But he sounds warm, and pleased, and glad to see her up again.]
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[He disconnects, and is over in about ten minutes or so, taser carefully wrapped in a sweater in his arm so no one mugs him for it on his way here, as has been known to happen now and again.

Ricki knocks.]

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punched_hitler: [ta] (thoughtful profile)

[personal profile] punched_hitler 2015-04-27 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
You're gonna get some sleep first, right? [Says the super solider who hasn't slept since Thursday, and is finally starting to show it.] You won't be much good with your hand if you're exhausted.

If I can help with anything, give me a call, all right? [No, he can't fix things, but he can hold things. And move things. Just take his mind off of his problems, please.]
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[personal profile] punched_hitler 2015-04-28 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks for about half a second like he'd like to argue - and then realizes that no, he really has no right. And no, he can't blame her, either. So.] Then I guess we should make sure the kitchen's stocked with coffee, huh?

Good. [He really needs something to do. Something useful.] Then you're the boss, you just tell me what you need when you need it.

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2015-04-27 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[For one terrible, sharp moment, Morgana panics when she's grabbed. There are still uneven edges to her instincts, tangles of paranoia and expected violence, and the latest surge of monsters on the ship have only brought those closer to the surface.

She's tearing her arm free and lifting the other, half curled into a fist to deliver the punch Bucky showed her, half flat for the spell that would shove an attacker back - but it's Anya.

It's Anya. And she's still speaking in riddles. Her arms drop immediately, tension melting away so she can place a gentle hand on her shoulder.]


I suppose - what do you have there? [Her eyes drop to the papers clasped in Anya's hand.]
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[personal profile] fireincarnate 2015-04-28 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Jean's grin is immediate, instinctual, just to see Anya herself again.

Of course, it fades quickly.]


Of course he does. [:|] I'll check.
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[personal profile] dinosize 2015-05-02 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
It would be nice if the thanks weren't needed, next time.

You want the key back?
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[personal profile] dinosize 2015-05-06 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
How about not fried at all?

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