031 ☣ she has a lot of true colors

[fridgetothefire]

[Video, Public]

[The feed is at a slightly awkward angle, held one-handed. It's Anya and Two-Face. She's behind him, her chin on his shoulder on the scarred side, her other arm wrapped around him and holding a slim black knife at his throat. The knife and her hand are already thoroughly bloody, though his neck is - thus far - unscathed. Two-Face looks furious and strained. Anya looks fierce but cold and calm, almost serene.]

Two-Face is losing a lot of blood. Someone should come help him to the infirmary. We're in the library, historical nonfiction, MA to MC.

Comments

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[mistconduct]

Hey Anya, maybe it's time to call in the troops, yeah? I mean. He's a stone-cold jackass but you beat him pretty fucking thoroughly.

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[fridgetothefire]

They're en route.

[She is not visibly preening.]

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[mistconduct]

Hey.

I know your arms are busy at the moment but.

Mental high-five.

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[fridgetothefire]

[This is the actual sweetest smile. A little bit shy.]

Thank you, Chris.

High-five.

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[mistconduct]

Rock on.

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[fridgetothefire]

[Two-Face is starting to slump back into her hold as he loses consciousness. She gives it a little extra time - and a nudge of his busted knee with her toe - to make sure he isn't faking, then lays him down on the floor. Hands thus at least somewhat liberated, she gives Chris a little salute with the bloody knife.]

Always glad to be of service.