I got the impression. [ they do feel for marcoh, but maybe not in the way she thinks. ] But it's over. Just have to get through tomorrow, and at least we'll never have to deal with that part again.
Judgment Day's next weekend. The Entity's been caught, so it can't do this shit again. We just have to ride out what it's already set in motion, which was... why today had to happen. But we're good on the possession front from here on out.
Just not more murder. [ nodding along as they take a pull of their drink. ] I mean it's kind of better to always hope for the best and expect the worst, right? At this point.
Oh. Thanks? I obviously like your company, too, or there'd be so many people I would've kicked out of the bar already. And you've been here pretty much a couple of times a week every week for... a while.
[ okay, that thought gets a snort of their own, even if the little action is both sweet and a tiny bit embarrassing. to their credit, they don't pull back though. ]
Short end or not, it's what I chose. I didn't know you were all the people I'd be meeting, but can't say I regret it. I still think you guys have changed. It means this whole thing wasn't a total failure.
There's the real question, though. Did we? Or did you just get to know us better? See shit you wouldn't have seen at first?
[this hand is hers now. laughs meanwhile at tagging this while chat yells about kisses and she specifically didn't give him an actual smooch bc she's overheard his thoughts about this stuff.]
A little of both, probably. But I don't think I'm imagining the change in some of you. Just like I'm not imagining the way you've been slightly less violent, and you actually care about people's feelings, and you asked me to find a cat to make someone feel better on your own volition.
[ she can keep the hand, but she's also valid not to smooch. sometimes you are just a person with some issues. ]
Don't get me too wrong, Gabe. There's just a lot of problems here that violence wasn't gonna do a damn thing about! Trust me, this would've gone differently if I had any resources.
[the game if wiš'adel had been able to build explosives...]
[ she can see a hint of a grin through the glow. ]
I know, I know. The whole neighborhood would've been leveled day one. But I can at least be glad it didn't come to that, can't I?
[ but there's a tilt of their head, faintly amused. ]
I can't tell if it's better or worse that people have called me a psycho, too. [ i'm trying not to be. i get it, but i don't want to be that guy. ] Do you agree with them?
[it's whatever. always figured i'd be the craziest bitch here!
muddled thoughts flick through and manifest. abandoning squads of mercenaries to their fates, leaving them purposely as bait. torturing information out of another. leaping down into flames with no hesitation. absolutely covering a room in explosives latched onto the walls, watching them all blow. detonating one point-blank to try to blow away a draconic-looking woman, blasting herself back through multiple walls in the process. turning her gun on the myriad souls themselves.
yeah. yeah, she counts as crazy by a few standards, she's pretty sure.]
[ there's a roll of their eyes, though they don't immediately say anything. ]
You're not a crazy bitch. Trust me, I know crazy bitches. One of my ex girlfriends tried pulling a switchblade on me when we were hooking up once, and I'm not at all down for knifeplay. [ the tone is casual and teasing, and it's hard to tell if they're serious (especially when they know what she's like to begin with.) but it does shift to something a little more serious anyway. ]
... I think, to me, it sounds more like you're someone who's done things you had to do to survive and keep moving. Were they all normal things? No. Were they all moral things? Also no. But there are certain events that led you to where you were, and that's something to remember.
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[she wishes that was her SO bad.]
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Wait, what am I deflecting here, exactly?
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[lmao. nah, she knows.
she takes another sip and then holds out her hand with her less injured arm, making a gesture for them to give her theirs. c'mon. paw.]
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[ but yeah, yeah. hands over paw. everyone thank yves for conditioning them into this. ]
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[with a little snort at the thought. jeez. old men making pillow forts...
she takes that hand, though, and just presses a lil kiss to the back of it. see? even i can be respectful and shit.]
Glad you decided to fight god to get stuck with our asses, Gabe. Even if I still think you got the short end of that deal!
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Short end or not, it's what I chose. I didn't know you were all the people I'd be meeting, but can't say I regret it. I still think you guys have changed. It means this whole thing wasn't a total failure.
[ just mostly, maybe. ]
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[this hand is hers now. laughs meanwhile at tagging this while chat yells about kisses and she specifically didn't give him an actual smooch bc she's overheard his thoughts about this stuff.]
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[ she can keep the hand, but she's also valid not to smooch. sometimes you are just a person with some issues. ]
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Don't get me too wrong, Gabe. There's just a lot of problems here that violence wasn't gonna do a damn thing about! Trust me, this would've gone differently if I had any resources.
[the game if wiš'adel had been able to build explosives...]
Even other Sarkaz call me a psycho, you know.
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I know, I know. The whole neighborhood would've been leveled day one. But I can at least be glad it didn't come to that, can't I?
[ but there's a tilt of their head, faintly amused. ]
I can't tell if it's better or worse that people have called me a psycho, too. [ i'm trying not to be. i get it, but i don't want to be that guy. ] Do you agree with them?
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[it's whatever. always figured i'd be the craziest bitch here!
muddled thoughts flick through and manifest. abandoning squads of mercenaries to their fates, leaving them purposely as bait. torturing information out of another. leaping down into flames with no hesitation. absolutely covering a room in explosives latched onto the walls, watching them all blow. detonating one point-blank to try to blow away a draconic-looking woman, blasting herself back through multiple walls in the process. turning her gun on the myriad souls themselves.
yeah. yeah, she counts as crazy by a few standards, she's pretty sure.]
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You're not a crazy bitch. Trust me, I know crazy bitches. One of my ex girlfriends tried pulling a switchblade on me when we were hooking up once, and I'm not at all down for knifeplay. [ the tone is casual and teasing, and it's hard to tell if they're serious (especially when they know what she's like to begin with.) but it does shift to something a little more serious anyway. ]
... I think, to me, it sounds more like you're someone who's done things you had to do to survive and keep moving. Were they all normal things? No. Were they all moral things? Also no. But there are certain events that led you to where you were, and that's something to remember.
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[is this a joke. GREAT question.]
I'm not saying any of those were things I regret. I'll pretty much always do whatever I feel like I need to do in the moment.
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