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[tucky]

[video]

[After the first night of intense, violent nightmares, Tiffany appears on the network looking alert and wild-eyed. She hasn't gotten much rest, but she's running on adrenalin, so it's not showing just yet.]

Something ain't right here.

I know-- I know y'all like to talk about death a lot. All the inmates are dead, and we died before we came here, and it's because we are vile sinners that we were brought to the Barge instead of ascending to heaven.

[Absolutely no one she's talked to has used the term "vile sinners"; she's adding that bit in on her own.]

And I didn't believe it then, but now-- I understand now; I do. I do. I'm dead and she killed me. She beat me and killed me; knocked out my teeth and probably snapped my neck. I get it, okay? Library girl, pool guy, and Mason were right! And I was wrong. I understand and accept it. I'm ready. So you can stop; I don't need to see anymore. Don't leave me to rot in purgatory. Please--

[Her voice raises suddenly, to a near-shout.]

-- please, please let me in!

[She takes a long, shaky breath, and when she speaks again her voice is quieter.]

Please.

[spam, all week]

[There is definitely something up with Tiffany.

On the first day, it starts small(ish), with her post to the network. She comes out of her room less often than usual, and doesn't show up for meals (not even lunch with Merlin). By day two, she won't be answering calls or texts with anything but apocalyptic Bible verses. By day three, Bibles will start disappearing from the chapel, and shaky, jagged crosses will appear on her cabin door, carved into the wood. Days four and five are going to get ugly, but it'll be mostly internal, because that's when she'll shut down completely: she won't leave her room or look at her phone, she won't eat, she won't even get out of bed. Every sleeping moment will be plagued by gory, horrific nightmares, and every waking moment will be fraught with confusion, grief, and feelings of betrayal. She'll be traumatized, sleep-deprived, and convinced that she's lost the favor of God...

... But she'll be too bone-tired to fight back anymore.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil turns on his heels and moves to head that way. fighting it will make him less likely to get his sword back.]

We are prisoners, what do you think happens when we brawl? We go to solitary, or zero, foolish girl.

[ He acts like he doesnt have all day, but mostly he just wants it over with.]

[absentconstellation]

Perhaps you will be civil when there are bars between you.

[ He intends to put them in opposite cells, facing each other. They can get a kick out of him making inanimate objects do his bidding. ]

[tucky]

[Tiffany gives Vergil a scathing look and almost retorts... but then she doesn't.]

Please. I ain't dangerous.

[Not true.]

It was a special case.

[... Kind of true.]

Don't lock me up.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ he gives her the BEST bitch please look. If he didn't have a healing factor he'd be up in the infirmary in screaming pain. He rolled his eyes at her. biting back a comment.]

Are we able to keep our communication devices or are those taken?

[absentconstellation]

You will both hush.

[ The next person who tries to speak will find it quite difficult to get their mouth open. ]

You will sit as you are and be given an opportunity to explain to me why you must be chaperoned.

[tucky]

[Tiffany, being Tiffany, of course tries to speak. And then discovers that she physically can't, which is frightening, to say the least. She brings a hand up to touch her mouth, looking increasingly distressed by the circumstances she has gotten herself into quite unexpectedly found herself in.

When Pounce leads them off, though, she will follow.]

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil follows silently. His irritation growing.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Once he gets Tiffany settled into a chair and the bars close he leads Vergil to a chair exactly opposite. With both doors shut, he sits on the cold floor like a referee. ]

You may speak.

[ He lifts his spell on them. ]

[tucky]

[She's well-behaved all the way to Zero, save for a couple nasty looks directed at Vergil. Once they're actually down there, she looks even less happy: it's not quite as bad as Litchfield's SHU, but it's the same general idea, and she does not like that one bit.

In her cell, she pulls her legs up onto the chair and rests her head against her knees, closing her eyes. She doesn't want to sleep (nightmares), but she's exhausted.

... She is relieved when she's allowed to talk again, though.]

Thank you, sir.

[Are cats sirs? It seems weird to call one that, but then again, he is a warden.]

[walkthedarkpath]

I have nothing to say, as I need no supervision. I am an adult, thank you.

[ He spoke crossing his arms after he decided fuck that chair and leans against the bars furthest from Tiffany. He's a rebel... right.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Cats are whatever respectful honorific you want to give them. 'My Lord' is a good one. ]

Tiffany?

[tucky]

[She keeps her head down, which muffles her words a little.]

I need to regain the Lord's favor, so I was gonna kill a demon in his name. That guy, right there. He has the devil in him; I seen it.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Ever the egotist, Vergil bowed his head.] Guilty as charged.

[absentconstellation]

[ If only cats could roll their eyes. ]

And you can think of no better way to appease your God?

[tucky]

He asked me to do it for Him before once. I thought maybe I should do it again.

[walkthedarkpath]

Might try smiting someone who actually believes in your god next time, girl.

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce at least does believe that her God exists in her world. He just doesn't have much faith in her understanding of the entity. ]

It is foolish to try to predict what a God wants.

[tucky]

Well, that's why I tried to ask Him. But He weren't answering, so I had to go based on something He'd told me before.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil scoofed. Such judging in his eyes. Then it clicks, and he starts to laugh 'I'm an angel' It was her he dreampt of.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce ignores the laughter. Vergil's probably never met one of the Gods' chosen. It does happen. Not often, but it does.

No, the Cat trots through the bars (which don't seem to give him any more trouble than the other doors, though they're too close together for a cat), hops up onto Tiffany's knees and boops her on the nose. ]

That was stupid.

[tucky]

[She's been called stupid by plenty of people, prison guards included. This sounds a lot more good-natured than any of those times.]

He really did tell me to do it before, though. Not here, but before I came-- He wanted me to slay one of His enemies.

[walkthedarkpath]

The woman in the prison?

[ Likely doesn't help his case for being a demon, but he is one. And he know this because of the flood.]

Didn't work out too well for you then did it, Angel?

[absentconstellation]

I am not concerned with what has happened before.

[ He turns to glare at Vergil. Not helpful. ]

[tucky]

[She barely hears Pounce's words; she's too busy staring intently at Vergil.]

How'd you know that?

You using your demon powers on me?

[walkthedarkpath]

No, the bloody flood happening right now told me that. We are all dreaming each other's deaths or did you think you are special? One good uppercut and you could have killed that woman and she would be here not you.

[ Ladies and gentlemen... the son of Sparda in all his glory.]