Lace | (Maleficent's) Sword | Riful / CARDINAL (
prettygirlsmakegraves) wrote2013-07-30 09:01 pm
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[backdated to day 74, late in the day, somewhere on level 2]
She doesn't know anything about me.
[the words, uttered with a soft hiss into the dark, aren't meant for anyone's ears but their speaker's for all that she's clearly addressing someone; it's simply a matter of speaking them aloud. she wants to remember she said it. that way maybe some of the tension in her eyes will lessen, the backed-up, cornered feeling will die. she takes a breath. she breathes out. and she walks a little ways back into the dark, just out of sight, ears open. her head tilts to the side, so her good ear faces out.]
[down at her side, her left hand unfurls, a bright flower of imminent violence.]
[she knows she saw someone head in this direction; she didn't see where they went. something keeps knocking into some of these bookcases, moving them around, closing out paths and making new ones. there's no pattern to it; it makes it hard to keep a clear path in her head.]
[... it makes her wonder what could be doing it, too.]
[but she really doesn't want to think about that right now. she wants - she needs to be thinking about a little killing.]
[whoever it was looked like they were wearing Iris.]
[the words, uttered with a soft hiss into the dark, aren't meant for anyone's ears but their speaker's for all that she's clearly addressing someone; it's simply a matter of speaking them aloud. she wants to remember she said it. that way maybe some of the tension in her eyes will lessen, the backed-up, cornered feeling will die. she takes a breath. she breathes out. and she walks a little ways back into the dark, just out of sight, ears open. her head tilts to the side, so her good ear faces out.]
[down at her side, her left hand unfurls, a bright flower of imminent violence.]
[she knows she saw someone head in this direction; she didn't see where they went. something keeps knocking into some of these bookcases, moving them around, closing out paths and making new ones. there's no pattern to it; it makes it hard to keep a clear path in her head.]
[... it makes her wonder what could be doing it, too.]
[but she really doesn't want to think about that right now. she wants - she needs to be thinking about a little killing.]
[whoever it was looked like they were wearing Iris.]
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[only that it is a someone, not a something, and that's all that keeps her from immediate flight.]
Who's there?
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Hello again. Uhm . . . please don't let me interrupt.
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Too late. You're already interrupting. Did you ... want something.
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How much are you going to need.
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Uhm, it's. . . clean up work. If you finish. . . I won't need to.
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[testing, questioning, verbally circling the edges of her logic. her eyebrows narrow, in thought.]
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[she's seen enough signs there's something else in the dark, besides the things everyone else has seen, to draw that much of a conclusion. it may in this case be the wrong conclusion, but with what she knows the connection isn't hard to make.]
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[thinking is confusing.]
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They all did, really.
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If you aren't eating her, I would like to take her remains, now.
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[reaching down and carefully ripping away an arm, then backing away from the corpse.]
I'd like to get at her heart and lungs before I finish but it's hard to work up an appetite with you staring. By all means. Go ahead.