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in progress // CLOSED

Aug 05, 2011 22:11

Who: timeturntable, ecto_biologist, and manipul8trix
What: By fire be purged.
Where: Residential Zone 08; Vriska's house.
When: August 5.
Warnings: Fire. Character death. Inadvertent murder. Time travel; broken timelines. Possible triggers.

( the flames flicker before me; i do not fear )

john egbert, dave strider, vriska serket

Comments 17

manipul8trix August 6 2011, 17:43:56 UTC

[It's getting better, kind of.]

[The die-revive-die-again cycle now takes hours rather than minutes. Which is unpleasant, sure - dying slowly is a sore spot for you, after all - but it still beats choking on blood and fucking murder rocks every other moment.]

[It also means you have some breathing space between deaths, which is why you're able to actually get up and respond to the knock when it comes. You half-stagger hrough the hallway, wondering who the fuck would be unbelievably stupid enough to approach the apartment, and open the door.]

Oh. It's you.

[Of course.]

The fuck are you doing here?

[You hold back the coughing fit that threatens to escape, instead keeping your features carefully arranged in a sneer. Just. Jegus, what is he wearing.]

timeturntable August 6 2011, 17:53:14 UTC

[ Jesus, she looks awful. You stand motionless for a moment before finally moving back into action. This is something that has to be done. ]

This black shit's going to stay here until you torch the place down.

[ Heat. Blazing light. Flickering shadows. ]

If you don't do it, I will.

[ Ash. ]

[ His eyes burn red behind the goggles. ]

manipul8trix August 6 2011, 17:55:46 UTC

Oh, fuck off already. Not in the mood!

[Wait, wait. Is he serious? You're not sure. Not that it matters - when push comes to shove, Striders always abscond.]

You seriously think I'm going to burn my hive down just because you say so.

Seriously.

[You gaze upward in mock-thought, tapping a finger against your chin.]

Man, that sure does [cough] sound like a great idea! I'll go do that right the fuck now.

That was sarcasm. Go home, Strider. I can do this without your stupid dumb 'help'!

timeturntable August 6 2011, 17:56:32 UTC

[ Heat. Blazing light. Flickering shadows. Ash. ]

Fine. I'll do it myself. [ He doesn't budge from his position. Instead, he reaches into his pocket, takes out the matchbox, and flicks it open. ]

You want to leave, or are we making some godloaf?

[ Three seconds. ]

manipul8trix August 6 2011, 17:57:45 UTC

[Pathetic. Totally fucking pathetic. Is he seriously resorting to trolling you when you're sick? It's not even convincing, god.]

Please! Like I said. Even when I'm dying I'm not weakslime enough to need help from you! Even if you were going to do it.

[You glance at the matches derisively before turning away.]

And we both know you won't!