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Who: Anna Amarande and you!
What: May catchall
When: May
Where: A bar in Cellar Door, other locations to come
Content Warnings: Light alcohol use, conversations about humanity and murder, blood, vampirism
a. if you want, you can buy yourself a drink [at the bar]
[anna's made plans with a couple people to hang out this month. it's not a tense environment at all, and sometimes she can even be seen on the tiny little stage playing some chilled out bass grooves for the patrons. no concrete songs, really, mostly just improv for vibes. when she's not on stage, and most of the time she's not, she's nestled herself down into a booth down near the end. it's quiet, well-lit but not obtrusively so. people around here know her and know that that's basically her seat, so any conversations that happen there are as private as they're gonna get.]
[she's expecting a few people to show up as she nurses a beer that's so weak she might as well not be drinking anything at all. probably for the best that she's sober for these talks, whatever they end up bringing with them.]
Hey. Glad you could make it. [she tilts her drink at her guest.]
b. no you'll never drink like me [for kainé]
[there's always been a few problems with going out and hunting beasts, no matter how confident and comfortable it makes anna feel. no matter how many lives she saves, she's always putting herself at risk of corruption or injury or beasthood or all three, and one of these days it's gonna sneak up on her. all at once, extremely loudly and incredibly close.]
[anyway, when she comes back home this time, it's clear that she's been in better shape. she limps her way into the house, and she's at least cognizant enough to fix her roommate/girlfriend with a sheepish little look as she holds her side. the cloth there isn't dripping yet, but it's clear that it didn't start as red as it is now.]
Motherfucker out there got the best of me. [she's talking like she's not in pain, or like she's trying very hard to pretend she isn't.] I think I stopped most of the bleeding myself. Don't suppose we've got anything here that can help seal it up before I go to the doctor?
What: May catchall
When: May
Where: A bar in Cellar Door, other locations to come
Content Warnings: Light alcohol use, conversations about humanity and murder, blood, vampirism
a. if you want, you can buy yourself a drink [at the bar]
[anna's made plans with a couple people to hang out this month. it's not a tense environment at all, and sometimes she can even be seen on the tiny little stage playing some chilled out bass grooves for the patrons. no concrete songs, really, mostly just improv for vibes. when she's not on stage, and most of the time she's not, she's nestled herself down into a booth down near the end. it's quiet, well-lit but not obtrusively so. people around here know her and know that that's basically her seat, so any conversations that happen there are as private as they're gonna get.]
[she's expecting a few people to show up as she nurses a beer that's so weak she might as well not be drinking anything at all. probably for the best that she's sober for these talks, whatever they end up bringing with them.]
Hey. Glad you could make it. [she tilts her drink at her guest.]
b. no you'll never drink like me [for kainé]
[there's always been a few problems with going out and hunting beasts, no matter how confident and comfortable it makes anna feel. no matter how many lives she saves, she's always putting herself at risk of corruption or injury or beasthood or all three, and one of these days it's gonna sneak up on her. all at once, extremely loudly and incredibly close.]
[anyway, when she comes back home this time, it's clear that she's been in better shape. she limps her way into the house, and she's at least cognizant enough to fix her roommate/girlfriend with a sheepish little look as she holds her side. the cloth there isn't dripping yet, but it's clear that it didn't start as red as it is now.]
Motherfucker out there got the best of me. [she's talking like she's not in pain, or like she's trying very hard to pretend she isn't.] I think I stopped most of the bleeding myself. Don't suppose we've got anything here that can help seal it up before I go to the doctor?
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[still, she thinks she knows how she can sweeten the pot— if it needs any more sweetening in the first place.]
He wants to fuck around with fireworks. Lots of sparks, probably some explosions. Chill times with friends where we don't think about beasts or blood or anything like that. Plus I'll be playing some tunes there, but, like, that's not the focus or anything. I don't wanna turn into the guitar guy at the party.
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Oh that's going to be awesome!
It's been a while since I saw a good fireworks show!
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[she couldn't help but smile at that excitement. it was really nice to see it light up in her eyes.]
Who could've guessed the way to your happiness was blowing shit up?
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We used to have big shows like that in the nightmare sometimes because of one person.
Apparently it's this big festival in America or something?
[She snickered with a silent smile and shrugged.]
What can I say but that I'm a pyromaniac at heart.
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[anna takes a drink as derisively as she can manage.]
Not like we're making our own fuckin' empire or anything. But yeah, a lot of people just like blowing shit up and hanging out with people they care about. One time I—
[there's a look on her face like she didn't realize that she still had this memory. and maybe she shouldn't, but it's the first clear memory of annalise that she's gotten in. years. when she talks again, her voice is... quieter.]
That other version of me had her first kiss under the fireworks. With my best friend Kara. [and all at once, she seems to snap out of it.] What the fuck, dude. I didn't know I remembered that.
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This sort of thing happens now and again doesn't it?
Little pieces of the 'other you' burble to the surface sometimes when you don't expect it?
It's not such a bad thing, though, right?
Sounds like a good memory.
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[a small smile spread to her face as more of it filled in. it hadn't stopped at a kiss, had it? ha. kara was the one who turned annalise. nice. at least she figured it out eventually, not that it made the whole thing less frightening. but anyway.]
I think it's different, though. Between Annalise and A2. I don't get any new memories from A2. [she debates, internally, whether she should bring it up, and the uncertainty is just there on her face for a short moment.] Thought I could ask someone to try to merge us a little more, but... I don't know if I trust who I was gonna ask anymore.
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Be careful with things that mess with your head.
I don't know how they'd do it, but powers and stuff around here are already wonky.
And we wouldn't want your head getting fried.
[She sighed and shook her head. Still, she could understand why.]
Who were you going to ask?
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[she knows that NP might not know him by that name, so she carefully pulls out her omni and runs through a list. she's wary to speak any of these epithets out loud right now—who knows when he's listening? but NP will see things like the King Undying, the Kindly Prince, the Liberator of Death, and The Emperor among them.]
You probably know him, even if you think you don't. Dark skin, black eyes. Makes a habit of being mysterious.
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Met him when he arrived, and that's a good description.
The little I can recall? I'm not entirely surprised you might have a few concerns.
Kind of sounded like he dabbled in some dark stuff.
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[she wasn't sure if she wanted to go too deep into it right now. everything she had was theories until she could confirm it, and even then she still wanted to—god fucking help her, she still wanted to go to him to talk about it when she was done. no point in rumormongering. at least, not too much.]
We either come from the same world, or worlds close enough to each other to be the same. That's why I trusted him in the first place. But I think I'm learning more about him, and it's... not painting the best picture in the world. Which is weird, right? Usually you can trust people with jet black eyes.
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He seems like a guy with some seriously shady power.
And you don't get power like that without doing the shady things to get it.
That doesn't mean he can't be useful in the process.
Just gotta be careful.
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[sigh. she won't go into the things she knows for a fact by now, nor the things that she's speculating very, very strongly about. she would love to, but... well. okay. dammit, fuck, maybe she will.]
I know this doesn't mean a lot to you because Remnant's not the same as where I'm from by a long shot. But I'm starting to catch a lot of similarities between the dead planets that Teacher calls himself the Emperor of and the very alive planets that make up my solar system back home. So I think he's a little more than just shady.
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It's not so much that he's done shady things and has creepy, dangerous powers and iffy ethics.
It's the fact that it really sounds a lot like he's one of the creepy, dangerous ones from home?
The sort who made your world the way it is?
[she thought she had an idea of what was being said here. And... oof, that was a thing.]
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[might as well say it. she's already broken the seal, and there's no point in hiding it any longer.]
He sounds like he's from my future, and he's... if he's not responsible for the death of my solar system, then he at least took advantage of it to build an empire in my galaxy's ashes. And I still haven't ruled out that he might be the reason A2's planet was destroyed.
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[She was just looking at her for a moment, frowning and then finally nodding. Just once. Only once. Yeah. that was ... that was a thing.]
Are you deciding if you care enough to do something about it?
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[still, that's a good question to ask. for someone unfamiliar with this dilemma up until about 20 seconds ago, NP is doing a good job cutting to the heart of it.]
I don't want to come after him without proof. And... if I'm right, and he can kill planets that easily, then what's stopping him from killing me, too? In a way that I can't come back from.
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So. I don't think that anyone can do that here.
I'm actually pretty sure that that level of power doesn't exist in Trench.
Otherwise, there's people that they would have tried that on already like Salem.
But I definitely get why you're cautious.
Besides, even if he couldn't make you not come back?
You don't want to risk dying, not when you have to actually get your vengeance.
And you want to be dead sure it's him that needs the vengeance.
You want help?
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I'll want help when I go after him. He might not have all the power of a god, but he has enough of it. I just don't want people to be throwing themselves into a meat grinder, either. [a gentle thump of her chest.]
A2 wouldn't be able to live with ourselves if we did that.
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I appreciate you worrying about me.
But just remember I've been in the revenge business for years.
So, I do know the risks if this ever happens, ok?
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[it's not as new as she would want it to seem. but it's close enough; this is the closest she's come to ever actually doing something about it, instead of doing a lot of stupid posturing online about it to someone who wasn't listening.]
Me as Anna, I mean. A2 burned herself out on revenge a long time ago. I think... I think she might not like the things I might end up having to do, if I promised her some peace. [she pushed her hair back and exposed her eyepatch, then left her hand there at her hairline for a second or two while she spoke.] Don't know what I'm gonna ask of her yet but I hope she finds a way to forgive me.
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And besides, you're being a good friend who doesn't want friends hurt.
Is it maybe that you're less interested in getting vengeance for this situation.
And that you're looking for a chance to find some of that peace one way or another.
And make dead sure he doesn't do the same thing here?
[It was a shot in the dark, but she tried it. Anna didn't sound full of wrath and spite, but deep caution and concern.]
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[there went NP again, cutting right to the heart of things.]
I don't want to lose what we have. What I have, what you have, what... all of us have, you know? Even if it's not perfect. [she knew there was more for them all to want.] It's the closest to peace a lot of us have gotten, and the last thing I want is someone tearing it all down for some stupid gambit that he isn't even sure will work. You know, if that's even his plan. I could be the one out of my mind here.
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So, I don't know with him, but you're not crazy, not really.
Some folks, like say Maul, occasionally just try to re-open their old wounds and plans.
I know I was pretty damned guilty of that from day one when I got here, for a while.
So, if he thinks this "plan" of his is something worth having wherever he is?
He might be crazy enough to try it.
But if, say, it really would have only mattered to him over there?
Most of the time, those sorts? They kind of just shelve their plans for later.
Most of the time.
And then there's Salem.
Who just couldn't take a hint that this place isn't Remnant and her pissing match?
It wouldn't do any good for her.
So maybe we just have to find out if he's seriously crazy, or just dangerous.
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I can't tell how real he is. That's the problem. I don't know how ruthless he is, or if he really thinks that he can get away with this shit here, or... if he's even trying to get away with shit in the first place. For all I know, this is all just stuff that happened already and he has no interest in doing it again here.
[she holds her beer up off the table; it's more or less empty by now. like she's debating whether she wants another, she tilts her head one way, then the other.]
He told me once that he doesn't see the point in dragging out old ghosts. That when something's dead, it should stay that way. [she lowers the bottle; it thuds audibly against the wood.] I don't believe him for a fucking second.
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