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retrospec2019-02-03 09:16 am
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[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.
Maybe stay away from Bosuma for a while.
Anyone know where to get eyepatches? Asking for a friend.
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Hey.
[Not much else to say, but Freya does lift the bottle of Fireball and gives it a little shake. It's one of the few things Freya's seen the other woman drink, and besides, the cinnamon seemed appropriate with the chill back in the air.]
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You planning on getting fucked up while you're here?
[start with a joke. always the best option.]
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[Freya doesn't stare. She only glances at Anna's patched eye once, but there's a lot in it; Freya's deeply concerned. It's in her eyes, the set of her shoulders, hell, every line of her posture screams with worry, despite Freya's relatively aloof approach to "Hey Specters I need an eye patch."]
[It's brief, and she turns her attention out the window.] Can't have you getting ahead of me, yeah? 'sides, I offered to bring you something else. I dunno, if you can still eat, I guess comfort food ain't off the table.
[Seriously, what do you give a robot? She got high off of... something. There's got to be an equivalent.]
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[she's trying to focus on that, because yeah, like. she's pretty fucked up. not as fucked up as she could get, but definitely up there. and it's easier to just pretend she's that Ship of Theseus she was thinking about, except the ship is fucking rickety and patched up in eighteen different places and falling apart everywhere else.]
They just shoved everything in here at once and hoped for the best. There's this Chinese place nearby that knows me if you wanted to get some food for both of us. They deliver, so you can get as plastered as you need.
[if only this were all so easy. if only she could actually treat this like an everyday occurrence like she's trying to.]
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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."
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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This guy's a healer?
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I wouldn't go that far. He can, but he's more of a "raise hell" kinda guy.
[The Eidolon somehow manages to spread his palm before the window without his ridiculously curved claws tearing up the side of the building, and with a little motion, a sparkling ball of light surges into the room and zips at Anna. When Freya mentally prods him, Bahamut doesn't know either whether the Curaga will accomplish anything, and he makes it clear he doesn't care.]
[Having accomplished his task, the Eidolon pushes away from the building, his weird wings unfurling, and shoots into the sky.]
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[but she can feel it. now that she knows what it's like to be missing an eye, she'd know damn well what it would feel like to suddenly have it back. without pulling off the patch, she shakes her head.]
Vanderweele really doesn't want me getting it back. [keep blaming it on him. she'll probably be right eventually.]
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[Freya's resulting frustration and disappointment hits her hard, and turning around to close the window is a convenient excuse to look away. She knew it probably wouldn't work; there's no reason to be so upset from a long shot.]
[It eats at Freya, regardless. It took her a long time to embrace her career as an emergency responder, and now that she has... that powerlessness to help people around her when they needed it most stung so much more. Ryoji. Dante. Now Anna, too.]
[But that would be making it about her. Again.]
Spell's probably not meant for entire lost parts; hell if I know how all this magic stuff works. Was worth a shot. Hope it at least made things more comfortable.
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[smiles are hard to come by for Anna even on her best days, and this is very, very far from that. but she's trying. she's trying to put some levity into her voice, to let Freya know that she's welcome. that she definitely should not fuck off.]
That's comfortable. But here I thought I was gonna be the one pulling your ass out of the fire this time. Guess I'll have to keep waiting.
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Like this counts. That eye of yours is just as much of a cactus as when I got here. [She ambles over to the opposite end of the bed, taking a seat on the corner.] I guess I can wrangle up a breakdown, if it'd really make you feel better. [#sarcasm.]
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[she knows damn well she's not the only one with problems. hers is just. the more prominent one right now, probably. Anna tries her best to follow Freya with her eye, just trying out this whole tracking thing, seeing how well it still works and how fucked she's going to be when she picks that sword up again. the answer is pretty fucked.]
My eye's not gonna get better, probably, even with magic. Least I could do would be to let you unload if we want to go all equivalent exchange here.
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What even'd be equivalent exchange for that? [Well, she's probably got something buried in Fang's past since that seemed to be one whole trauma train of struggle and suffering, but as far as Freya could tell, her other self had remained all in one piece.]
You sick of telling people what happened yet? [Of course Anna explained it on the network in plain public sight, but. It seemed better to hear it directly from her, if she felt inclined.]
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[yeah. but she didn't exactly go into detail on the network, and Freya is... she's Frey. come on. what's Anna gonna do, keep her in the dark for months at a time and blindside her with all kinds of new information all at once?]
I went down into the sixth layer to get into a lab where they were doing soul experiments. I got a bunch of different memories from people while I was in there, and then I got sucked into a giant brain monster and had to fight my way out.
[she's talking at a measured, reasonable pace, like she has any clue what exactly she's saying. but this is beyond the pale even for her.]
Then the brain took my eye after I killed it.
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[A breath whistles out of Freya. Where does she even start with that?]
It got your eye after you axed it. [It's not really a question. A beat, then,] That shit's weird, even by the golden standard we usually deal with.
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Yeah. I couldn't... remember who I was. Zee said something about how it was because I had so many souls trying to cram themselves inside me while I was down there. [something like that. she blinks her eye slowly and turns to face the window.] I think it's what Vanderweele wants to do to us. Blend a bunch of souls together and make... some übermensch or something.
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[After a quiet moment,] You okay? Not the eye. The soul roulette.
[So many of them had such winning souls from back home, she would bet the unused ones were, too.]
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There was a girl whose grandmother made her a wreath of white flowers. [she's got that same lifeless tone even if her words are a little nicer.] And I remembered that girl as a kid and an adult, in a burned-out trailer where she was just trying to live. And someone came by begging for just one flower for his sick daughter, and she fought him off with two giant swords. [and she smiles weakly, but it's more emotion than she's shown this whole time.]
It really felt like I was that girl. Or like I was... other androids that I remember. You know A2 had a girlfriend? I remembered everything about her a few months ago.
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[But a smile was good--probably. Freya had a slight sinking feeling over where this was going, but. Who knows, maybe this wasn't going to be a tragedy for once.]
[Right. Sure.]
That so? [It's a casual urging on, an opening to let Anna ramble if she wanted.]
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She had this... unbelievably cheerful way of going about everything. She loved being on the Pearl Harbor mission, seeing places, talking to new people. She was A2's subordinate, but they really did care about each other. [she doesn't want to get sappy right now; it doesn't fit her mood, and she has one more thing to say, too.] She... set the black box inside her to explode and sacrificed herself to save A2's life. I guess I'm really not supposed to have a girlfriend, huh?
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Careful; almost sounds like you're moping again. [She says with a snort, and immediately looks away. No, bad.]
I hate that self-sacrifice BS, [says the bloody firefighter.] No one gets anything out of it in the end, except more pain. That's rough.
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