Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 (
fridgetothefire) wrote2014-11-10 10:15 pm
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057 ☣ But now am found
[She feels brittle and stretched, like an old rubber band, achy and shocky. The world isn't quite steady. She blinks open tacky eyelids, sees blue sky instead of read cape, then closes them again, takes carefully counted breaths, tries to center herself in her body until the static clears. She sits up, and realizes dimly that the world really isn't steady. She's in a little motorboat on a charming neighborhood canal of some sort, rocking lightly with the shallow waves. The position of the sun suggests it's afternoon. She doesn't have a hangover but she still feels strange, unreal and full of echoes. Her back aches where she was laying on something - her communicator. Her breath whooshes out as memory rushes in, and she swallows several times, picks it up with hands that shake only slightly.]
[Public, video]
[Anya has messy hair and a drawn expression, carefully tamping down on hope and fear alike.]
...hello, this is Anya, can anyone hear this?
[Private to the Admiral, a little later]
Give me an expanded storage room off the maintenance office and I'll be able to stock up better.
[Public, video]
[Anya has messy hair and a drawn expression, carefully tamping down on hope and fear alike.]
...hello, this is Anya, can anyone hear this?
[Private to the Admiral, a little later]
Give me an expanded storage room off the maintenance office and I'll be able to stock up better.
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I want to go home. Except I don't know where home is anymore.
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What life do you want, Mason? Because you've got a lot of people who want to help you get there.
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Love, I don't have a life. Haven't had one in forty years. It's too late. There's nothing left for me.
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You don't have to go back where you came from, you know. There wasn't anything left for us, not where we were. That's why they call it a second chance. Or seventh, or - that's not the part that matters.
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[Sad but true. Barge attrition has taken a lot from Anya.]
But I'm pretty sure there's a few who'd love to have you around wherever they end up going.
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Undead means being broken, Anya love. Not all together.
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