[...Well, isn't this a surprise. In a lot of ways. Miss Cheer? Really now. That has all the trappings of an ill-fitting nickname of Joker's. As if Smile wasn't bad enough.]
Friend of yours?
[Wouldn't that be ironic. Not to mention she's either faking - and what a grand deception that would be, more impressive than a fireplace poker through the chest - or the meat suit is even more unreliable than he thought.]
[Ruins, like graveyards, tend to look pretty repetitive unto themselves. Only so much variety one can get with bloody rock, Neil. Ain't it new and original? No, it ain't, 'cause it's bloody rock.
And that's all it is. Forget your commemorative architecture, your attempted brush with immortality (almost as ironic in ruins as in graveyards-actually, maybe more); like the man says, all comes to dust.
But blood. Like copper ore vein in a granite slab.
That he can smell, trace, follow from anywhere.
And so he finds her immediately.
He stands right above her. …Most of her. Or the least, rather. He's chosen to look at her face.
The toe of his boot almost but not quite contacts the edge of the pool.
His face is unreadable. Like there was anyone there to read it.
Knows better than to think she actually could. The romantic never died in him. But it got damn well used to death.
…She'll be back, after all. Knows enough about this place to know that.
I wasn't supposed to look at it! Spike said not to but I did! You shouldn't look ...it's...
...really bad.
[Still. Kinda. Sick.]
...I'm supposed to be Dawn. But I don't even know if...
[!!!]
...I'm not good at this ...thing that grownups are supposed to do when stuff goes wrong! That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Be all stiff-upper-lippy and ...really I just want to cry ...or maybe throw up again, but what good is that going to do anyone?
No! Outside there might be ...less heads. More things that cut off heads. I don't know. She's the second person to get...
[Yeah, she knows how crappy she is at staying put, too - although being yelled at recently kind of helped her in that regard.]
...take someone with you if you go, Take THREE someones with you!
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Friend of yours?
[Wouldn't that be ironic. Not to mention she's either faking - and what a grand deception that would be, more impressive than a fireplace poker through the chest - or the meat suit is even more unreliable than he thought.]
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Oh God No
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He finds Dawn first. Doesn't matter where she is: he'll follow her scent and let himself in-forcing not breaking (doors or windows, whichever) only.
Whereupon he'll wake her if she's asleep, or otherwise stop whatever she's doing; grab her by both shoulders and say,]
Don't look at your forge. Or if you have already, don't worry, I'm on it.
[and will leatherily flap out the way he came.
…And Jennifer had asked if he could turn into a bat.
Ruddy fucking hell.]
[...P.S. This is why he hates these buggering kilnges.]
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And that's all it is. Forget your commemorative architecture, your attempted brush with immortality (almost as ironic in ruins as in graveyards-actually, maybe more); like the man says, all comes to dust.
But blood. Like copper ore vein in a granite slab.
That he can smell, trace, follow from anywhere.
And so he finds her immediately.
He stands right above her. …Most of her. Or the least, rather. He's chosen to look at her face.
The toe of his boot almost but not quite contacts the edge of the pool.
His face is unreadable. Like there was anyone there to read it.
Knows better than to think she actually could. The romantic never died in him. But it got damn well used to death.
…She'll be back, after all. Knows enough about this place to know that.
Doesn't matter. Someone's gonna pay.
(She was probably evil herself ( ... )
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[Iris is just going to stare in silent shock for a while, before screaming.]
W-what happened?!
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N-nothing. Don't. Don't look at it again, okay?
And stay inside. Are you inside?
...
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And who are you supposed to be?!
Yeah, I'm inside, but if there's somethin' going on outside...!
[Iris never was good at staying put. You've practically invited her to go check things out.]
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...really bad.
[Still. Kinda. Sick.]
...I'm supposed to be Dawn. But I don't even know if...
[!!!]
...I'm not good at this ...thing that grownups are supposed to do when stuff goes wrong! That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Be all stiff-upper-lippy and ...really I just want to cry ...or maybe throw up again, but what good is that going to do anyone?
No! Outside there might be ...less heads. More things that cut off heads. I don't know. She's the second person to get...
[Yeah, she knows how crappy she is at staying put, too - although being yelled at recently kind of helped her in that regard.]
...take someone with you if you go, Take THREE someones with you!
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It's dirty now.
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