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.]

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[forsaken_queen]

Lack of information is no excuse for stupid, narrow minded assumptions. [Apology not accepted.]

[Private]

[fridgetothefire]

[In spite of herself, she is a little reflexively afraid. She spent a long time being hated. Now - Two-Face hates her, but that was intentional. And she hates, hates being called stupid, even if feigning idiocy is sometimes useful provoke a glut of correction. She hadn't been able to come up with a way to pry without revealing her intentions that wasn't unfortunately blunt.]

You're right. I'll try not to be so thoughtless again.

The barge keeps forcing me to face the man who - who ruined my life, in memories and visions and twisted reflections. I can't imagine how much worse it would be if he were really here.