027 ☣ some messages

[fridgetothefire]

[Private to Zane, Abigail, and Cassel, vaguetimed after the breach, Wednesday-ish?]

...how are you guys?


[Private to Ben, Wednesdayish]

Thank you.


[Private to Sylvanas, thursday]

[Her voice is small, nervous and tentative, though there isn't really fear in it, just uncertainty that she ought to be asking at all.]

I know we haven't spoken, much. I'm really sorry if this is - rude or painful, or anything, and you don't have to answer. I just.

You hate Arthas, right?


[Private to Mal, Friday, text, sent right before she dies]

I've decided to let Arthas make me a zombie for a few days. If all goes as planned, I will be able to resist any and all brain-eating urges. If it's messed up or he lied to me about what's going to happen, being killed will reset me to my normal self. I don't want any of the people who love me to have to do it. Could you check by Cabin 1x17 in the next few minutes and make sure I don't emerge on the warpath? If you don't want to, I'd trust Beatrix to do it too.

Thanks.


[Private to Arthas, Friday]

I'm ready. Is now good for you?


[OOC: I may add other starters to this post as older things play out/I think of them. If anyone has something they want to have brought up with Anya BEFORE she becomes a zombie, let me know and I will add it. There will probably be a separate public zombie post later.]

Comments

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[darknessb4me]

Yes.

[Wow don't smirk like a huge creeper she won't want to do it.

Arthas forces himself to make a serious face.]

How will you be dying? Do you care?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

[She looks a little bit - not quite nervous. Rueful, maybe. She knows intellectually that this ought to be a terrible idea, but none of the reasons not to seem as good as the reasons to. So here she is.]

I don't like suffocation. I was thinking exsanguination, unless you had something more convenient in mind. I can nick my jugular over your sink, it won't even be too messy.

Private

[darknessb4me]

I don't have a sink. Laundry room or CES?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

I'll bring a bucket. It's not something I want to do in quasi-public.

Private

[darknessb4me]

Do you know how much blood is in a human body?

Never mind. I'll figure it out.

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[deshabille]

[It's incredibly innovative, and Mal is only mildly surprised. It's stupid, yes, but there's probably a reason. That's what she's learned about Anya: there's usually a reason.]

On my way.

[With which she sighs and makes her way to the cabin in question five minutes later, rapping on the door with an excessively bored expression.]

spam

[fridgetothefire]

[She opens the door to see Anya, with glowing blue eyes and skin that's slightly greyer, though her half-Roma blood doesn't let her go pale. She seems a little off balance, but even more calmly self-possessed than usual, and she holds up her hands in the traditional 'I'm-unarmed-and-unaggressive' gesture to assure her that contingency murder fortunately won't be necessary after all.]

Good news. No insatiable cravings for murder and mayhem.

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[deshabille]

[Her intent was not to go directly for the jugular anyway. There is, in her opinion, very little chance of a zombie getting the jump on her if she has warning, and so her relaxed posture is for once pretty genuine.]

[She takes in Anya's appearance and cocks her head curiously.]

Any other insatiable cravings?

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[fridgetothefire]

None so far.

[Like Arthas, she's freezing cold now, but it doesn't seem to bother her. She slides her hands in her pockets, sighs reflexively even though she doesn't need to breathe as she relaxes. Everything happened very quickly, but - it's working. It's weird and uncomfortable but it's working about as well as she hoped for.]

Thanks for - coming here. I appreciate it.

private

[versusnurture]

I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

private

[fridgetothefire]

Just checking in.

It was your first breach, right? Some people find it more disconcerting than others.

private

[versusnurture]

It was.

But I'm not some people. Some people aren't used to wearing other people's faces. I just didn't decide on this one myself.

private

[fridgetothefire]

No, you aren't.

I like them, usually, getting to taste another life like that.

Though this one was...more exposed than most masks.

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[patheticvillain]

No idea yet. That was weird.

You?

private

[fridgetothefire]

I'm okay, I think.

[She's not good. She is not happy with the person she was there. But she's okay.]

private

[patheticvillain]

You wanna do something?

[He wants to do something. Distract himself. From Chris, from trying to understand what it means to look your own soul in the eyes.]

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[fridgetothefire]

[She's going to have it ripped out of her and stuffed back in again just to see what it was like. To really know what she did to people there. She was planning to anyway, but now it feels like - almost justice. It's not as though she were ever good to Malachai anyway.]

Yeah, let's.

You want to work on your knitting, or set off bottle rockets in the CES?

Filter

[godsays]

Not... Good.

Filter

[fridgetothefire]

You want to talk about it, or you want a big distraction for a while?

Filter

[godsays]

I think I'll take a few days of quiet.

Filter

[fridgetothefire]

[She makes a noise - something painful stuffed inside a laugh.]

Good luck.

[But she means it, too.]

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[forsaken_queen]

[Who are you girl, and how are you so oblivious?]

I should think that would be fairly obvious.

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[fridgetothefire]

It kind of is.

[It totally is.]

It just seems - weird. You're from the same world, you the same...kind of thing, right? Whatever he is?

[Private]

[forsaken_queen]

[From zero to hate your living guts in 0.01 seconds. Nice going, Anya.]

Weird? You think it's weird for me to hate my torturer? My murderer?

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

[She looks stricken. And it's genuine, on some level. She knew they were enemies but not how or why.]

No! I'm sorry, I didn't know.