[Oh, but Road liked those nightmares. Tinged with hints of her own dark dreamworld, she sat and watched, doing nothing to hide her presence but not drawing attention to herself either.
It was almost pitiful. Rip might not have been human, but in this case she'd been as helpless as one.
Would she say anything? Maybe. Maybe not.
Let Rip help herself first by at least overcoming her fears long enough to notice Road.
And then she'd decide if she was worth playing with any longer.]
[And there he was, a dark figure in the flames with a diabolical grin.
Samiel.
Samiel. Just a breathless whisper, aloud:]
Samiel.
[Nononono! But she couldn't move, there was a hole in her chest, a hole from being impaled on her own beloved-- she couldn't move.
Samiel collapsed once again into nothing, as the dream changed, leaving a brush lying in front of her. She was supposed to paint the Hellsing emblem with her own blood, that one-eyed bat of Hellsing wanted it, like the day before. And the day before. But stop, she wasn't there anymore, was she
( ... )
[How many things Rip was afraid of. What was that, a demon? She leaned in for a closer look, but Rip's dreams merged into each other too quickly.
She was humming softly to herself - how creative yet unoriginal Rip's enemies were, Road was almost amused. Was it just revenge on their part, or did they think they were teaching the vampire a lesson?
Not that Road cared.
And then Rip finally stirred, seeming to seek her out. A rather ghastly grin was on the small Noah's face to meet Rip if she managed to spot her.
She'd never seen Road in her true element, after all. Those tea parties of before were only a game, a party trick to keep her entertained.]
[The humming was what directed Rip's gaze in the right direction.
That grin! Was it another of Samiel's horrors? Rip shrank back, gasping.
But it was not, was not. Not Samiel. Could it be? Was it really Miss Road, looking truly horrifying? It did suit these dreams, didn't it. Though in all the time she had spent in Millennium and the Doktor's company, she had seen enough to not let something like this scare her. After all, she even had one of her very own. She did remember catching a glimpse of that when she had asked her to join-- or had it been? Everything was so clouded. One ghastly image in all the horror around her, it didn't surprise her anymore either. What did one more matter here?
Not Samiel was all that counted, but why was Road there? She needed a few moments until she spoke, unbelieving.]
[Lorne wants to see the woman that killed his friend in person. Not to cause any harm (though the idea is extremely tempting) so much as just needing some sort of closure. Maybe call her a bitch and feel better.
He might also be bringing her a bottle of tap water.]
[Rip stirs from her dreams, still seeing too much of her nightmares in the room to be entirely sure if she's awake or not. Probably she is.
Then she listens. Isn't that the sound of steps? Someone coming? ...Definitely! Yes, someone is coming. But what for, she wonders, do they want to interrogate her again?
Though he might do a vampire like her a better service, if he brought her a blood bag.]
[He stops a decent distance away and just watches her for a few seconds before smiling grimly and approaching. Lorne tosses the bottle of water at her because that's about as nice as he's getting.]
[She returns the look and catches the bottle without much problems. Even though most of her movements are slow at the moment, she isn't beside herself. At least, not entirely. As she speaks, her voice sounds slightly hoarse and fainter than usual.]
Very.
[...The bottle contains water, what. She doesn't show any inclination of drinking it, but she doesn't turn it down either. Rip's sure of being able to find a use for it later.]
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It was almost pitiful. Rip might not have been human, but in this case she'd been as helpless as one.
Would she say anything? Maybe. Maybe not.
Let Rip help herself first by at least overcoming her fears long enough to notice Road.
And then she'd decide if she was worth playing with any longer.]
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Samiel.
Samiel. Just a breathless whisper, aloud:]
Samiel.
[Nononono! But she couldn't move, there was a hole in her chest, a hole from being impaled on her own beloved-- she couldn't move.
Samiel collapsed once again into nothing, as the dream changed, leaving a brush lying in front of her. She was supposed to paint the Hellsing emblem with her own blood, that one-eyed bat of Hellsing wanted it, like the day before. And the day before. But stop, she wasn't there anymore, was she ( ... )
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She was humming softly to herself - how creative yet unoriginal Rip's enemies were, Road was almost amused. Was it just revenge on their part, or did they think they were teaching the vampire a lesson?
Not that Road cared.
And then Rip finally stirred, seeming to seek her out. A rather ghastly grin was on the small Noah's face to meet Rip if she managed to spot her.
She'd never seen Road in her true element, after all. Those tea parties of before were only a game, a party trick to keep her entertained.]
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That grin! Was it another of Samiel's horrors? Rip shrank back, gasping.
But it was not, was not. Not Samiel. Could it be? Was it really Miss Road, looking truly horrifying? It did suit these dreams, didn't it. Though in all the time she had spent in Millennium and the Doktor's company, she had seen enough to not let something like this scare her. After all, she even had one of her very own. She did remember catching a glimpse of that when she had asked her to join-- or had it been? Everything was so clouded. One ghastly image in all the horror around her, it didn't surprise her anymore either. What did one more matter here?
Not Samiel was all that counted, but why was Road there? She needed a few moments until she spoke, unbelieving.]
...My little Lady, is that you?
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He might also be bringing her a bottle of tap water.]
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Then she listens. Isn't that the sound of steps? Someone coming? ...Definitely! Yes, someone is coming. But what for, she wonders, do they want to interrogate her again?
Though he might do a vampire like her a better service, if he brought her a blood bag.]
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Hope you're comfy.
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Very.
[...The bottle contains water, what. She doesn't show any inclination of drinking it, but she doesn't turn it down either. Rip's sure of being able to find a use for it later.]
Here to watch?
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