forward-dated to 2/5

[hauntedsavior]

[this is the first time anyone's seen Anna around on the network since the beginning of the month, and the first time she's been back in the city since Saturday. she went on an adventure.]

Maybe stay away from Bosuma for a while.

Anyone know where to get eyepatches? Asking for a friend.

Comments

[blacksong]

okay fair
but uh
well as long as it's dead and you're alive i guess

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah, I guess.

Might need your help learning how to live like this.

[blacksong]

tip #1
you're wrong about how far that thing is. idc what it is or how close you think it is, you're wrong every single time
tip #2
you probably can't drive anymore. at least not legally. drive illegally at your own discretion

and that's all i got

[hauntedsavior]

I own enough swords that I can have a favorite sword. I haven't done anything legal in months.

I know I've been bitching about not being in the mood for visitors, but you in the mood to visit? It's cool if you aren't, I can do this over DM. There's some shit that happened to me that you should know about.

[mincingminuet]

[After a brief moment of hesitation, Pen pushes further into the room, not wanting to intrude too much. But she can't really help it, so she just moves right on in and smiles. Behind her hops White Hare, the little creature sizing up the situation and jumping up onto the edge of Anna's bedding.]

Don't apologize.

[She grins, twirling out the eyepatch with a flourish. A broad white band with pale gold threading at the edges, it's clearly padded quite well. A rush job, but hey, it still looks good.]

Tada?

[blacksong]

sounds like you're good to go then

yeah i can stop by
probably what a friend should do right
but if it's something you'd dm over i assume i'd rather hear it in person anyways

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya snorts. She's not here to get plastered. No, this feels like one of those days that Freya feels the need to be alert for, inexplicably.]

It's not about what I want, you bloody drongo. [Her tone's dry and drawling, not sharp.] I'm askin' what you want. I don't know what your go-to is that isn't a substance. Even if it's a damn small consolation.

[She glances back at Anna, an arched eyebrow.] Or you can just say "nothing."

[spirithacker]

theres some on etsy
i like this 1

r u ok

[hauntedsavior]

You'd rather hear it, I'd rather tell you, same thing. I know you have your own life, is all.

I'm probably not leaving the apartment for the rest of the day, so anytime you can make it over I'll be here. Everything's open.

[odds are extremely good that whenever Rose makes it over, Anna will be in her bedroom, trying not to focus on how her socket feels under the eyepatch that Pen made for her. she's transitioned from her laptop to her phone while some cartoon mindlessly plays on Netflix in the background. she hasn't been able to focus on anything for more than five seconds all day.]

[hauntedsavior]

[a rush job. sure. the idea that Pen cares about her enough to make her an eyepatch on demand is wild enough as is. any kind of job would feel like too much, but right now she doesn't even have the presence of mind to pretend to be grateful. walls are for people with shit to protect.]

Thanks. I didn't think anyone would actually do this.

[sigh. she reaches for the eyepatch and her arm doesn't go far enough to take it. she'll have to rely on Pen to make up the distance, but she'll hold onto it while she talks, at least.] So while you're here. There's some stuff you need to be caught up on, I guess. We can start with what you want to know that you don't already know.

[hauntedsavior]

Little much, but I'll show Majima, see what he thinks of it.

I'm fine. Because you're two years old and you don't need to know what happened to me.

[spirithacker]

im 9 & ur missing an eye probably

[hauntedsavior]

[drongo. she'll remember that one.]

Don't usually have a go-to for losing an eye. [see, she can fire back, too.] They were weed and booze until I lost my blood. Still haven't figured out a replacement way to cope except with shitty food and worse TV, but it's real hard to focus right now.

[for what she hopes are obvious reasons.]

[hauntedsavior]

Nine entire months old. Incredible.

No probably about it.

[spirithacker]

years!!!

does it hurt

[hauntedsavior]

Not anymore. When I lost it, it hurt so bad it felt like I was going blind. Guess I was half right.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Yeah, that's about what Freya thought: a whole of nothing. It's pretty selfish to feel frustrated on her end, since this isn't about her. Instead, she sighs, leaning back against the windowsill and crossing her arms.]

I've been givin' this robot thing more thought. Bahamut, he's got this healing magic or whatever. Saved my life with it a few times. I've seen him restore himself with it, too, and he's mechanical, yeah?

[A half-hearted shrug. There's a lot of guessing involved here.] He's a whole lot of magic machine, granted, but it's better than nothin'. If he can fix himself, maybe he can help you.

[spirithacker]

im sorry

[hauntedsavior]

I knew I was gonna be in danger going in. I knew Vanderweele would try to find a way to fuck with me.

He just got me by surprise this time.

[spirithacker]

even if u kno its gonna suck

it still sucks

[hauntedsavior]

[her face isn't robotic yet, but it's. probably not the worst idea in the world. her hand goes up to the side of her face and her thumb slips under the band of the eyepatch. this thing is comfortable, if nothing else. Freya's got a real catch in Pen. Anna's ready to take it off, but for now it's covering everything.]

It's worth a try. No idea if it'll do anything, but... do you need to see it to work your magic?

[there's this dread slowly forming in her stomach, the kind that will completely ruin her appetite for anything if she ends up letting it grow too much. she knows Freya won't judge her for how she looks without an eye, but she still doesn't want to be seen this way.]

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah.

But he's taken worse from me. This is one more thing I can pay him back for.

[spirithacker]

r u gonna kill him 2
like james

[belligerentwarrior]

[She shakes her head, Freya's left hand rising to hover before her right shoulder.]

Not my magic; the big guy's. I wouldn't exactly call what he does "surgically precise."

[It only takes a moment of concentration to find that power in the Brand, though Freya did have to dig a little more for it than usual. Bahamut was displeased, she thought; there was no danger here, nothing to destroy. Why bother?]

[She pressed anyway, and that strange L-shaped crystal popped into existence with a little flash of light. It shattered easily under Freya's fingers, and she directs her attention out the window as a patch of sky suddenly grows stormy.]

Gotta open the window. Sorry about the cold.

[As she does, there's a sudden, great WHOOSH as something giant and purple and silver leans into view. It wasn't the dragon-machine that snatched Anna out of the sky, that one time, but something far more humanoid looking, and far too much claw adorning his hands.]

[hauntedsavior]

As soon as I get my hands on him.