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forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2013-11-09 05:58 pm
forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2013-11-09 05:58 pm
Є014 text//spam
text - mal.
busy?
text - chris.
i'm bored. let's do something.
text - arkin.
i need to talk to you. got a minute?
spam - bond.
[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]
[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]
[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]
spam - dean.
[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]
[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]
spam - cassel.
[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]
[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]
busy?
text - chris.
i'm bored. let's do something.
text - arkin.
i need to talk to you. got a minute?
spam - bond.
[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]
[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]
[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]
spam - dean.
[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]
[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]
spam - cassel.
[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]
[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]
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[What the fuck else would he be doing.]
You want something? [OTHER THAN COMPELLING HIM, HE MEANS.]
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[Elena takes a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolds it. Sitting in the middle of it is a braided bracelet. Cassel may or may not notice she's not touching it directly and holding it out to him.]
I came by to bring you this.
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[Then he looks up at Elena with such dubiousness it cannot be measured on any ordinary scale.]
What's "this"?
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I'd show you that it's harmless, but I can't touch it.
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[He eyes the bracelet warily, still not moving to take it.]
So you brought me a magical bracelet that'll fuck you up if you touch it. But not me.
Why?
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[Elena sighs and folds the paper in half again.]
But it's not like you're going to believe me, so forget it.
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I believe you. I don't get it, but I believe you.
Anyway, if you were gonna attack me again you'd do it smarter than this.
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[She holds the paper out, but keeps her hands right the fuck away from his.]
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[He beckons with gloved fingers.]
You can just drop it.
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[She just reaches out and grabs his hand to put the paper in his hand and lets go.]
That wasn't so hard, was it?
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[This is like 60% true at this point. His fingers close reflexively around the bracelet. He looks at it, then slips it on.]
[Briefly, he opens his mouth to say sorry, and then . . . doesn't. Instead:]
Thanks.
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[She walks past him.]
By the way, it's not magical. It's just an herb.
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[Not that he doesn't slip the damn thing on anyway.]
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[She stops and looks back at him.]
Prevents compulsion.
[Among other things, but you know. She's not spilling her guts to him right now.]
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[He looks down at it, where it falls against his wrist. Huh. Hm. Hmmm.]
Thank you. Seriously.
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Whatever.
Just don't take it off and you'll never have to worry about it.
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[Between this and the friendship bracelets he's making for himself and Loki, his wrists are gonna be super heavy. And super sarcastic.]
[He hesitates a second, then raises his hand.]
Hold on a sec. Don't go anywhere.
[And disappears into his room again.]
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[So, she folds her arms and leans against the wall. She admires her shoes while she waits for a lack of anything better to do.]
[If she briefly glances at her communicator in her pocket, you were hallucinating.]
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Think fast.
[And tosses it. She's a vampire, she can catch that shit, and if not it's not his problem.]
It's an amulet. One-time use. In case I go crazy again and you like having all four limbs.
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[There's a small inclination within her to not trust him. But what's the harm? Cassel's not going to have access to any serious magic that could do her harm. The worst thing it could be is just a poor choice in accessories.]
[She slips it on.]
Well this is definitely going to clash with every outfit I own, but...
[God this word is gross to say to Cassel. But she can do it. Big girl panties.]
Thanks.
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Yeah, next time you make a gesture of good-- excuse me, neutral will, gimme some notice, I'll make something to match the emo streak.
You're welcome.
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