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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[with_my_teacup]

It goes any longer than five I'ma have words with you two.

[fridgetothefire]

[She shakes her head.]

It won't. I like being alive, I promise. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't know I'd be able to reset. I just - needed try it.

[with_my_teacup]

Fair enough. If you start losing control, don't try to butch it out; ask for help sooner, not later. Keep an eye on the calendar because I'm serious about cutting this off if it goes over time.

Are you getting what you were after?

[fridgetothefire]

[Not quite contrite, but - brisk, earnest. She nods.]

I won't. I'm keeping pretty close watch on my reactions right now. They're a little off, but it's manageable. If it changes, I'm out, I don't want anyone else to get hurt for this.

And - yeah. I think I am.

[with_my_teacup]

[He chin-nods at her. He's concerned but not upset, and he trusts her.

...also he reacts to Arthas and Arthas' death knights a lot differently than other people and probably isn't the best gauge of how to react to this. But it makes sense to him.]

[fridgetothefire]

[She appreciates you, Riddick.]

I made that liver for you, by the way. You want me to bring it over?

[with_my_teacup]

That'd be fantastic.

Knock before you come in, a'ight-? My dog showed up and he ain't socialized.

[fridgetothefire]

You got it.

[And soon she knocks.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick tells the jackal to SIT and it does, obedient, but even when he opens the door it doesn't spring-- it does start swishing its long, catlike tail, though. It's a big brindled animal, noticeably undead, one eye glowing faintly blue, the other faintly red, the size of a deerhound. ]

Okay.

[And it gets up and comes over, immediately thrusting its nose into Anya's ear and snuffling curiously.]

...well, apparently you're friendly. I shoulda guessed it would be happy with other undead. C'mon in before it forgets it doesn't eat food anymore and steals my liver.

[fridgetothefire]

[She grins and rubs his odd outsized ears before stepping inside and handing over a large tupperware of chicken liver paté.]

He's cute. Does he have a name?

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick takes the liver neatly, sailing it right over the jackal as it tries to nip some-- because it really hasn't gotten the whole 'dead' thing down, and knows that if Riddick's eating some, it wants some.]

Not really. He was the only other thing on the planet I talked to, so he knew if I said 'you', or 'hey' in the right tone it was him.

I called him 'partner' sometimes. I guess he could be 'Partner'.

[The newly christened Partner goes back to snuffling Anya and occasionally licking her with a dry tongue, butting for more ear scratches.]

...I wish he was gonna be this good with everyone.

[fridgetothefire]

Yeah.

I wonder if he'll remember me as a friend when I'm alive again.

[Maybe not. But she can hope. And she'll give him a lot of ear scritches now, anyway.]

[with_my_teacup]

His sense of smell is shot. Apparently he smells magic now.

So that's a thing.

He knows me, though. Partner, c'mere. NO NOT THE CHEST. DOWN. Good boy.

...yeah you can have some.

[He offers a fingertip dollop of pate -- which has mostly vanished, he eats fast-- to the dog, even though he can't taste it.]