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jemerite and You (open)
Date: July 17th
Summary: He can't do this to her.
Warnings: Zinc's world is vaguely offensive in its necrophilia? Her narrative can be kind of gory. She thinks about killing things, a lot.
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you've ruined everything i am )
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Then there's screaming from the newbie area. She breaks into a run, and stumbles breathlessly into the field of wildflowers bearing the new arrival.
"hahh hahh... are you- hahh- okay?!"
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Perhaps, under better circumstances, she might have been more curious, but at the moment she is angry and she is alone--(He's left her, that bastard, how could he?)
"Where"--she snaps it, low and rasping--"am I?" She growls furiously, ranting to herself in slurred words. "He can't. He can't leave me."
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"Uhh... hahh hold on a sec..." Trying to explain the Gardens to newbies is hard enough without also being out of breath.
"OK, um... did you read the thing the cat gave you?"
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The large white cat is still sitting nearby, looking bored with the proceedings and Zinc gives it an angry look. It trots up, dropping the scroll near her, nearly rolling its eyes before washing its hands of her nonsense and sauntering away.
She hisses again, irritated by its attitude, but she looks back at the girl suspicious.
"What is it?"
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"Calma, calma," she says, peering from beneath the pointed cowl of her robe, "I do not believe the cat is the one who is deserving of your anger signorina. Is there anything I can do?"
[[ooc: Calma - calm down, signorina - miss.]]
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The woman--(she can smell it)--says something to her in Italian, and it is easy enough to understand, she is not that stupid, not yet.
"Town. I need to go back."
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"Mi dispiace but I do not believe that leaving the gardens to return to whatever town you must get to is any easy or simple task. I am Ezio Auditore, do you have a name madonna?" A hand reaches out, hovers because not everyone is good with touch, as Ezio has learned but she is tactile usually when she's soothing people be they young boys who fear losing a mother, a man who has lost a wife to the gallows or a courtesan who fears one of her friends poisoned at the hands of a doctor. Still, caution will win out with her when she is removed from her element and it will take another few months before she is fully comfortable as herself here in these gardens.
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"What do you mean. Cannot leave?"
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She is curious and selfish then, not concerned, as she seeks the source of the screams and finds the woman kneeling in the grass, among the flowers. It's a pretty sight: greenery, misery, and petals, and she watches it coldly before she makes herself known.
"That won't do you any good," she says.
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"Who are you?"
She didn't need to be mocked, it hurt enough as it was. She'd been abandoned, and there was nothing that would change that. Even if she killed him, the satisfaction would be brief, the loneliness total, the descent complete. Without him there is nothing but the animal; there is no use fighting.
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"Ah, a little serpent. How charming."
She follows up her smile with a smoothly practiced, sweeping bow. "I am Kuja. We are all of us trapped in the same bower, and not all the wailing in the world will set us free."
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"Trapped where?" Her speech is imperfect, grows slurred and uneven in a pique. "I'm going back. He can't leave me here."
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