cempöhualli-onchicöme.

[leadsthestars]

This place is too quiet. Peace does not exist here, but it is too...calm.

I think I will change that.

[itty bitty pause.]

Also, I would like to read some poetry. I will consider your recommendations.

[Private to Loki]

I waited too long; my time has run out. Hayley left before I could apologize.

I am sorry, Loki.

[Private to Moriarty]I am

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video because...Richie is too lazy to use anything else.

[notafuckingnut]

[It's anybody's guess why it's taken Richie THIS long to notice her. We can blame the mun, or any number of reasons. In any event, he's definitely noticed her now.

And he's kind of having Issues since SHE LOOKS LIKE THAT CHICK WHO ATE HIM.]

....YOU.

[have a Richie who's trying not to panic and FAILING. He's actually backing away from the communicator like he thinks that will help somehow.]

video - typing is totally for squares.

[leadsthestars]

[hmmm. This has intrigued Coyolxauhqui. She stares into the camera and then smiles.]

Me! You?

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[notafuckingnut]

[That helps nothing. He manages a snarl, at least, but he still looks more wary than intimidating.]

What the fuck are you doing here? You can't... You're not s'posed to be here!

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[leadsthestars]

[She begins to laugh.]

What am I doing here? I've been here for a year. I think I'm supposed to be here.

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[notafuckingnut]

[He shakes his head]

Uh-uh, wrong. I was at the bar, then I ended up here, but you were still there. There's no way you've been here for a fucking year before it even happened.

[But he's not 100% on that, the Barge doesn't play by the rules. He backs up again, just in case she does some weird vampy voodoo and gets through the screen somehow.]

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[leadsthestars]

[Still chuckling:] We've never met before. I am Coyolxauhqui, though I like seeing fear, even if I am not the cause.

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[notafuckingnut]

[Blank stare, although like hell if he's getting any closer to the screen. The chuckling is NOT helping.]

...Who?

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[leadsthestars]

Coyolxauhqui. She Who Wears Bells On Her Cheeks.

Who are you?

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[notafuckingnut]

Well that's a stupid name. You can't even pronounce it.

[...he can't, anyway. Obviously she can, since she said it.

He's not going to answer. He's not he's not he's not-- ]

...I'm Richie.

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[leadsthestars]

Many people can't. They call me other names.

Richie, who did you think I was?

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[notafuckingnut]

So you could be her, basically, is what you're saying. Great.

The bitch that fucking killed me.

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[leadsthestars]

Did she?

Then, yes, I could be her.

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[notafuckingnut]

[Surprise surprise, that helps even less; he's currently wavering between berating and raging and going single-man-angry-mob or killing the feed.]

Well fuck you, then. Stay the fuck away from me, you-you...psycho, bloodsucking...thing.

[YOU TALKED TO HER FIRST, Richie. You don't exactly have a leg to stand on here. But...he's pretty obviously freaking out, reasoned statements aren't exactly his forte at the moment.]

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[leadsthestars]

[She stares into the camera for a long, long moment, and then she begins to cackle.]

I will see you in the dining hall!

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[notafuckingnut]

[He has brave things to say. Many of them. Things about coming after her with a wooden stake, or just a knife to take her head, or one of a billion movie lines that would be appropriate. But he's forgotten every single one.]

STAY AWAY FROM ME. I'm not gonna fucking say it again.

[And now he kills the feed.]

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[leadsthestars]

But it is a very small boat, Richie!

[More cackling! Oh, this is far too much fun for her - so much so that she doesn't even care that he's cut the feed.]