Forty-seven serpents: when you bring downfall home
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[When the PCD turns on, she's staring at a knife in her other hand (cheap stainless steel, salvaged, wasn't meant to last very long anyway), noting the way it's sheered off in half, weak metal succumbing to stress and finally breaking when she used it to set off a trap just ahead of her. Her expression isn't the vague annoyance or frustration one might expect, but something weirder, more distant, staring at the knife like it means something.
Or maybe that's just the slight fever she may be running, judging by the fresh bandage on her upper arm and the red streaks beginning to creep along her skin from the wound--if you know your signs of infection, at least.
She finally looks at the PCD she turned on for a reason (right, she still had some of that, supposedly), and grins, half a smile that really doesn't look happy or amused in the least.]
So what good is a tool after it's broken? When it doesn't have a purpose anymore?
[Aaaand that's it. She drops the broken knife and steps over it, and turns off the PCD.]
[OOC: Yes, normally Anko is careful and fastidious about keeping wounds clean and letting them heal, but she accidentally let an open wound on the back of her arm get infected. It's been a tough few weeks, and she's been getting by on telling herself she's fine and just imagining things. Plus going to a medic is for people who are smart! Also people who are not kind of scared of medics...]
[When the PCD turns on, she's staring at a knife in her other hand (cheap stainless steel, salvaged, wasn't meant to last very long anyway), noting the way it's sheered off in half, weak metal succumbing to stress and finally breaking when she used it to set off a trap just ahead of her. Her expression isn't the vague annoyance or frustration one might expect, but something weirder, more distant, staring at the knife like it means something.
Or maybe that's just the slight fever she may be running, judging by the fresh bandage on her upper arm and the red streaks beginning to creep along her skin from the wound--if you know your signs of infection, at least.
She finally looks at the PCD she turned on for a reason (right, she still had some of that, supposedly), and grins, half a smile that really doesn't look happy or amused in the least.]
So what good is a tool after it's broken? When it doesn't have a purpose anymore?
[Aaaand that's it. She drops the broken knife and steps over it, and turns off the PCD.]
[OOC: Yes, normally Anko is careful and fastidious about keeping wounds clean and letting them heal, but she accidentally let an open wound on the back of her arm get infected. It's been a tough few weeks, and she's been getting by on telling herself she's fine and just imagining things. Plus going to a medic is for people who are smart! Also people who are not kind of scared of medics...]