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Mira Hidalgo ([personal profile] exnihilo) wrote2013-11-18 01:20 pm

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[She's not surprised when she wakes up. She knew the Gods wouldn't really let her die. She's not surprised that she isn't in the Malvir Tower Suite anymore, or that the deep cuts in her hands and feet and back have been mended and smoothed over as if they had never been.

She is surprised that she remembers this is a lie.

We love you, Mira. We love you for who you are.

For what they made her.

We are the only ones who ever will.

She's naked, still dripping slightly, tacky with blood and high-end alcohol, in some kind of old-fashioned billiards room. Did the Gods miscalculate? No. Impossible. They want her here. But she is off mission. So either she's simply supposed to wait for her next assignment, or they've abandoned her too - no, no, no, we love you, Mira - maybe it's some kind of punishment, some kind of test.

She still wants to scream, to thrash, to hurt. Darling is gone and she is forbidden from chasing him. She grits her teeth and clambers to her feet. If the Gods wanted her to do or not do anything in particular, they should have left instructions.

She examines the room. She chalks her hands rather than trying to get them clean, then breaks one of the pool cues over her thigh with a clean snap: it yields a rough but excellent length of sharp wood. She considers shoving it through her ribcage, but she resists. It wouldn't matter. And that's probably part of the test. She picks up the eight ball with her other hand, tosses and catches it once. The solidity of it is comforting. She refuses to think about the smooth lithic texture of Darling's skin.

Thus armed - nothing but a spear and a heavy rock, despite their respective varnishes - dressed in nothing but her own blood, she feels ancient, primal, nearly whole. She feels like a legendary amazon. She is short and curvy and shameless, dark-eyed and stormy with poorly contained temper, limned in bleakness, as she stalks out into the hall.]
halftheman: (Shocked)

[personal profile] halftheman 2013-11-18 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy mother of God.

[ There's not a lot that can shock Harvey Dent these days. There's not a lot that makes him stare. An angry young woman, naked, bloody, and soaked? That make him start and stare. It's like a little slice of Arkham just slipped between the cracks and suddenly he's back home, waiting to be beaten over a phone call or a glance an orderly didn't like. ]

[ He tilts his head, bewildered; she's less girl and more moving spirit -- he had once thought of Abigail as a demiurge-- this creature is more like some sort of feral anima of woman, and he goes still. ]

[ You never run from anything immortal, or might have attained godhead. Especially when she is so very obviously angry. ]
halftheman: (Wary)

[personal profile] halftheman 2013-11-18 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Mob violence. Sending a message. Sent one back, later.

[ He's watching her now, feeling like a fly. She's openly insane, armed, and he finds himself that he's got his guns. The mess with Mindy has him going about armed again, knowing that there's one vengeance driven teen willing to kill. ]

[ He just hopes he doesn't have to use it now. ]


Looks like you came out on the wrong end of something, yourself.
halftheman: (Eager)

[personal profile] halftheman 2013-11-18 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Must've been some boyfriend.

[ He flashes a grin; the wild energy of facing off against the mad-- the tension that tighten is shoulder, listening to her shift to sound like him, the South Jersey accent. ]

[ There's a sharp shift; Two-Face forces himself up, moves to the fore. ]


No shit. You ain't no fucking super model at the moment, either.

[ Where Harvey was wary, Two-Face is excited. He knows appreciation when he hears it. ]

Why didn't you find your two-timing man and introduce him to the new, improved you?

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with_my_teacup: (Defiance)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2013-11-18 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[The smell of blood draws Riddick out of the common room, padding lightly through the halls-- not far-- to find... Huh. Someone new.]

You're a new face. That doesn't belong to anyone I know, does it?
with_my_teacup: (Defiance)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2013-11-18 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riddick rocks forward, craning visibly to look for wounds. Nothing. When he rocks back he seems to be looking at her eyes, as far as the goggles show-- he's actually watching the weapons. Very. Carefully.]

So you're fresh on the boat.

Looking for the showers?

[There's the barest dusting of irony over that.]
with_my_teacup: (Whatcha doin'?)

[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2013-11-18 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a joke about cargo, somewhere, but nah. It's a passenger barge.

Between universes so nobody's gonna be responding unless you won the universal lottery and got a friendly face on board. Plenty of us are solo.

[She's being verbal, reasonable-- he settles back into nonchalance, ignoring her lack of clothes and the blood, part of his focus still on the cue and pool ball. ]

Kind of a long story, really.

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fireincarnate: (Surprised)

[personal profile] fireincarnate 2013-11-18 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's not what she expected to see when she turned the corner.

Her eyes only widen for a moment, though, and barely linger on the makeshift weapons.

She stares straight into the woman's eyes, voice soft.]


It's all right. You're safe.

[She could make the words more than they are - make them an influence, a command. She doesn't.]
fireincarnate: (Default)

[personal profile] fireincarnate 2013-11-18 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her lips quirk, slight and rueful. She remembers wishing for that; wanting, so desperately, not to be afraid. This woman sounds resigned to it, bitter.

She wouldn't have understood that, before.]


You don't look it.
fireincarnate: (Default)

[personal profile] fireincarnate 2013-11-19 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Like you've been through hell. [Better, she thinks, to be blunt about it. To be honest.] I'd like to say that's over, but this is no paradise.

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notdreaming: stare, scared, (Rao damn it all)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-11-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Rao bless!

[ This was the last thing Kara expected to see on her way to the dining hall. She's never seen so much blood in her life, and it rather ruins her appetite. The woman herself seems fine though, and fierce in a way that makes the girl shudder. ]

Are... are you alright?
notdreaming: smile, neutral, (decidedly super)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-11-19 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ That should really make her feel better, knowing that the woman isn't hurt.

It really, really doesn't. ]


Who's blood is that?
notdreaming: confused, frown, (what did you just say to me?)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-11-19 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, that's a little comforting. But still she frowns. ]

Um, do you want to take a shower? If you're not a warden I can show you where the inmate showers are.

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brbculling: (ready)

[personal profile] brbculling 2013-11-19 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[The first thing he notices is blood, and then the makeshift weapon. It's only a few seconds later that she registers as a naked woman, and Arthas decides he doesn't really give a damn about that right now.

He's not the undead specter that the Barge is used to, but rather blond and clear-eyed, in steel and blue mageweave instead of black with skulls. He steps out into her way and draws his sword.]


Whose is that?
brbculling: (spoiled little bitch)

[personal profile] brbculling 2013-11-19 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Prince Arthas.

[The title comes out easily even though it hasn't been his in ten years.]

I live here. Who are you?
brbculling: (what? no)

[personal profile] brbculling 2013-11-19 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Mira. Why don't you put that down. And I'll get you something to wear.

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