Dancing with Chaos pt. 2
Aary sat before the window of her hotel room, gazing out at the landscape before her. Her unclosed wounds causing her body to ache as she strained her senses, trying to see further out into the dark night. Still in here, maybe this isn't working.
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"Pizza?" Mycroft hesitated, then pushed forward on the open door to the apartment. So THAT'S his great plan? Oh come on. The room was messy, but nothing seemed particularly strange about the place. Nothing except the corpse splayed out in the middle of the floor, that is, vial of drugs nearby. "It seems you were a rebound, Aary." Mycroft said with his typical sense of annoying superiority, gesturing to a picture with the faces cut out. Aary couldn't help but resist a smirk at the strange appearances of him in his current state, gesturing and walking as normal but half-flaccid inside the hideous shirt.
Yes, and he was a snack Aary thought, but didn't say as she walked over to the body to look it over.
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"At least according to the original meaning, it shouldn't last longer than 40 days." It's hard to remember that The Doctor is actually Mycroft... except for when he speaks. His tendency to purposely annoy always shines through. I should pull that damn scarf so tight around his neck... oh wait, yeah, no breathing. Crap. Quarantine. The goddess seems to be having her fun in trying to break the order here.
Aary hadn't been paying attention, only catching the end parts of the conversation, or whenever she saw fit to jump in. "Order MUST be maintained" The Sovereign stated. A man she had always looked on with warmth. He was usually so relaxed, impressive but never unapproachable. Now, though, he seemed a greater obstacle to her freedom than anything she'd seen before. The goddess will see me through, or send me back to her sister in a pile of soot.
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There was an annoying, niggling whisper in the back of her mind. She pushed it aside, focusing only on the horizon, ignoring the continuing ache and any false sounds or sights around her. I'll make my notes later. I just need a little more time.
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"Pizza?" Mycroft hesitated, then pushed forward on the open door to the apartment. So THAT'S his great plan? Oh come on. The room was messy, but nothing seemed particularly strange about the place. Nothing except the corpse splayed out in the middle of the floor, that is, vial of drugs nearby. "It seems you were a rebound, Aary." Mycroft said with his typical sense of annoying superiority, gesturing to a picture with the faces cut out. Aary couldn't help but resist a smirk at the strange appearances of him in his current state, gesturing and walking as normal but half-flaccid inside the hideous shirt.
Yes, and he was a snack Aary thought, but didn't say as she walked over to the body to look it over.
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"At least according to the original meaning, it shouldn't last longer than 40 days." It's hard to remember that The Doctor is actually Mycroft... except for when he speaks. His tendency to purposely annoy always shines through. I should pull that damn scarf so tight around his neck... oh wait, yeah, no breathing. Crap. Quarantine. The goddess seems to be having her fun in trying to break the order here.
Aary hadn't been paying attention, only catching the end parts of the conversation, or whenever she saw fit to jump in. "Order MUST be maintained" The Sovereign stated. A man she had always looked on with warmth. He was usually so relaxed, impressive but never unapproachable. Now, though, he seemed a greater obstacle to her freedom than anything she'd seen before. The goddess will see me through, or send me back to her sister in a pile of soot.
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There was an annoying, niggling whisper in the back of her mind. She pushed it aside, focusing only on the horizon, ignoring the continuing ache and any false sounds or sights around her. I'll make my notes later. I just need a little more time.