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[demonicwiles]

[ The vine unravels, and when it does, the mirror shows a woman. She doesn't seem to be any older than her early to mid twenties, her frame clad in a maid's uniform. She certainly looks friendly, her saturated brown eyes even seem to show how cheerful she is, regardless of this situation.]

[ She lets out a low hum, before crossing her arms, and

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[esoteric_rose]

[WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

Grell just stares at the video, disbelieving. The Queen would bring her instead of anyone else that perhaps she would want there? Him as a her was beginning to be accepted, but she couldn't help but feel the same stirrings from their fight she had forgotten a while ago. Finally, she manages to take the pen to scroll and write-as if she would risk unveiling herself to her.]

The sentiment is returned, Miss Michaelis, though I wonder why you choose to classify the current circumstances as "unfortunate".

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[demonicwiles]

[ there is a slight lull of time, where Sebastienne wonders how anyone, ever, could find this anything but tedious. to be pulled from what one must to do-- this is the epitome of uselessness. still, this isn't the time to be rolling her eyes and ignoring someone. she responds, her own writing loopy and elegant: ]

Many of us have duties to attend to. My work is never done, you see, and so I cannot help but find these 'circumstances' rather unfortunate. Do you yourself not have business to attend to back where you came from?

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[esoteric_rose]

Some business, yes, but it is nothing immediately pressing. Besides, if there is a force that can lift people out of their realm and into another, it would seem a more sensible goal to attempt to discover this force in order to reverse the effects, rather than bemoaning this supposed kidnapping and duties left behind. There's much to see, much that can be done here, and so perhaps a little rearranging of priorities needs to happen to all that show up.

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[demonicwiles]

Ah, but that is accepting the pull of the force, however 'sensible' that may be. Accepting the pull of that force and allowing it to suck you in, instead of rejecting it, is that not what the force wants? To sink deeper into its web, a bear going for the bait, thinking it can escape the trap the hunter has laid. A trap is still a trap, no matter how you approach it, is it not?

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[esoteric_rose]

And if the "trap" actually works for you, instead of against you? An accidental twist of fate, rather that a net that ensnares. It's not for everyone, but that doesn't mean it is not for anyone. Fighting against the force will only wear you down. Better to let it believe you are going with it, so as to understand its method.

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[demonicwiles]

This is assuming, of course, that whatever it is that is causing all this does not want you to think the trap is working for you. But a naive soul has its own charm, I suppose -- a lamb walking willingly into the oven isn't an unappealing thought for a carnivore.

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[esoteric_rose]

If it should be that it is the lamb who has the predator instead?

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[demonicwiles]

Lambs are herbivores.

love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea

[esoteric_rose]

Some lambs reveal themselves as wolves in time.

'high maintenance' means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

[demonicwiles]

Wolves can be caught and killed as well. Lambs become sheep, who become haggis and wool. Humans struggle only to die. It's quite easy to become the hunted, to become the ill-fortuned.

kill me romantically, fill my soul with vomit, then ask me for a piece of gum

[esoteric_rose]

Death lurks in all their shadows. Of course it will eventually overcome them. [Not commenting on that last sentence because it's too easy to start in on that.]

bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplumb, you're awful, i love you

[demonicwiles]

[ this is familiar. this war of words and metaphors. ...you're really bad at hiding your identity, Sutcliffe. ] Death, too, can be called a predator. [ ...but so can Sebastienne. ]

she moves through moonbeams slowly, she knows just how to hold me

[esoteric_rose]

[Who said she was trying to hide anything? Could have been a test to see if you could recognize her, Michaelis.] It is among the best predators. [If not the best.]

and when her edges soften, her body is my coffin

[demonicwiles]

[ oh, don't play hard to get, love. ] I do find Death to be one of the more tedious ones, at least.

i know she drains me slowly, she wears me down to bones in bed

[esoteric_rose]

[you never were one to be fond of easy prey] But it's always thorough.

must be the sign on my head that says, oh, love me dead, love me dead

[demonicwiles]

[ part of the fun is your surrender, tho ] Do you believe so? [ it is partially an honest question. any time she's encountered 'Death' she's been nothing but annoyed. ]