Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-08-28 02:56 pm
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-08-28 02:56 pm
025 ☣ private to the admiral + spam
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[Anya is not taking Lua's disappearance well. She wraps herself in her father's cape and sits on her windowseat, staring out at the strange void beyond. For the first time, it seems more empty than amazing. She skips her maintenance shift and hides in the library, searching for the most out-of-the-way rooms and dim corners sheltered by dusty long-undisturbed stacks and reads Doctor Zhivago for the third time. She doesn't turn up to meals, grabbing snacks from the Dining Hall when she can't sleep in the wee hours of the night, subsisting off that and her emergency 'weird flood' stockpile rations. She doesn't call anyone else. She just wouldn't know what to say.]
[OOC: This is a catch-all post for anyone who would reach out to her after Jesse's announcement; replies may be either spam or network. She will probably answer.]
[Private to the Admiral; Voice]
I'm grateful that you decided to give me a chance. I've said it to other people, maybe it's time I said it to you. I know you probably don't give a damn if any of us like you, but there it is. I think your goals - as stated - are ambitious and worthwhile and that you're doing the best you can, even when things seem awful.
So I like you. But this is not a request. This is a fact.
You will not pair me with any other warden. When I graduate - and I will - you will give Lua whatever she was going to ask for, wherever in the multiverse she is. Because I wouldn't be anything like who I am if it weren't for her, because you made a goddamn deal. And I will hold you to it, one way or another. I know you know what I'm capable of.
[Anya is not taking Lua's disappearance well. She wraps herself in her father's cape and sits on her windowseat, staring out at the strange void beyond. For the first time, it seems more empty than amazing. She skips her maintenance shift and hides in the library, searching for the most out-of-the-way rooms and dim corners sheltered by dusty long-undisturbed stacks and reads Doctor Zhivago for the third time. She doesn't turn up to meals, grabbing snacks from the Dining Hall when she can't sleep in the wee hours of the night, subsisting off that and her emergency 'weird flood' stockpile rations. She doesn't call anyone else. She just wouldn't know what to say.]
[OOC: This is a catch-all post for anyone who would reach out to her after Jesse's announcement; replies may be either spam or network. She will probably answer.]
[Private to the Admiral; Voice]
I'm grateful that you decided to give me a chance. I've said it to other people, maybe it's time I said it to you. I know you probably don't give a damn if any of us like you, but there it is. I think your goals - as stated - are ambitious and worthwhile and that you're doing the best you can, even when things seem awful.
So I like you. But this is not a request. This is a fact.
You will not pair me with any other warden. When I graduate - and I will - you will give Lua whatever she was going to ask for, wherever in the multiverse she is. Because I wouldn't be anything like who I am if it weren't for her, because you made a goddamn deal. And I will hold you to it, one way or another. I know you know what I'm capable of.
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She knew everything about me and she didn't hate me.
[So much more than that, how close they became. But in the beginning, when she was new an scared and cynical, that seemed like everything.]
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No warning?
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She was with me in port, she was fine. I made sure. And then when we got back, I just went straight to sleep. And when I checked her room the next night...
[Nothing.]
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[He eyes the apple, restraining the urge to ask if she's eating enough. But instead he fusses nonverbally, curling his hand to beckon her over if she'll come. ]
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I love her.
[Present tense, because it wouldn't hurt so much otherwise. Because it will always be present tense.]
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[Riddick draws her into an embrace, making a low rumble in his chest.]
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We talked every day, unless it was a breach. I keep forgetting, for a little while, and think of what I'm going to say, or start walking to her cabin so she can cheer me up.
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I'm sorry.
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You're an alien, right?
[Quiet, contemplative. This might seem like a non sequitur. It sort of is. But it's something to think about besides endless echoes.]
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[The answer is in the same warm tone. He can non sequitur, sure, his arms loose around her back.]
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I just...I want to see somewhere I've never been, for a while.
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[He releases her slowly.]
S'where I go, too.
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[She lingers, close, and follows him.]
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Lemme go first. I've been to a lot of shit planets.
[But the smell of salt air reassures him quickly. Starlight gleams down through a clear atmosphere onto shallow saltwater pools, all but unaffected by any tidal movement; there's low scrub stretching along the coastline, only shrubs in sight, and the air smells like baked sand and warm water.]
Nah, s'good. Helion Prime.
[He holds out a hand for her.]
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These shallow seas are clear-- they reflect light up from their bottoms during the day. The whole atmosphere is clean. There'd be a city over there if this wasn't the CES, and some local police ships just in the upper atmosphere patrolling. [He's playing tour-guide to have something to talk about, to keep her mind on this and nothing else.]
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[Since he called it prime. She's not looking at him now, gazing across the wide vista.]
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Never touched down on them. Was only here once, on business. Too many people to stay long.