tucky | ♻ 015

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[The rips had closed up days ago, but Tiffany doesn't trust that right away - people were still missing and there was clearly something weird going on down at the port, so she refrains from acting like everything is over and done with yet. When people start appearing back on the ship, however, she tentatively lets herself start to believe that things really are winding down... which leads to another problem, for her.]

So, uh… during all that, I had some trouble, and Mason took my soul out of my body for a little bit, so I wouldn't be in pain and couldn't get hurt. He was great, by the way; a fucking badass - strong and brave and fighting monsters. He saved my life. He was a hero.

Y'all tell him that the next time you see him, okay?

[He revels in compliments and praise the same way she does; she has a feeling he'll like it.

And it’s so, so tempting to just focus on that and end the post right there - to do something similar to what she did after the jaeger breach and just gush about how so many people had helped her, and how nice it feels to know she has them in her corner. To just ignore the uncomfortable parts in favor of the good.

But it wouldn’t work as well the second time, and for once, she isn’t sure she’d want it to.]

But when I was out of myself, I tried to go inside a monster, and it-- I didn't really do it, but I almost did, and I felt its soul. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my life; it was worse than dying in my dreams during that flood. It felt evil, and now my soul feels tainted.

[It isn't, really - luckily for her, any aftereffects from the experience are all in her head.]

I died a lot and then I did that, and I'm worried my soul is turning bad because of it. I don't got any real evidence, so it might not be, but... I think I would appreciate it if someone could check, or try to do an exorcism on me. Just in case.

[She smiles a twitchy smile that doesn't reach her eyes.]

I ain't panicking this time, like I did before. But if there's something wrong with me, I wanna get it fixed.

Thanks.

[filtered to Simon]

... Hey, Simon. Hi.

[filtered to Cambridge]

Maybe when we do our next therapy meeting, we can talk about this? About dying and stuff. I don’t…

I don't think I’m handling it too well.

[filtered to Ricki]

Can I talk to you?

[warden filter]

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He what?

[Arthas can't do the supervillain growl he wants to at the moment but he can be hoarse and furious.]

[Tiffany blinks, surprised by the rage.]

... Which part are you talking about here?

[Arthas is considerably more alive-looking than usual. And blond. It hasn't seemed to have slowed him down.]

How could pulling your soul out possibly help any situation?

[She frowns, more confused now than she was before he clarified.]

What's it matter to you?

Because interfering with souls never turns out well!

Where is he?

[... Yeah this probably isn't good.]

Why do you want to know that?

I want to ask how the hell long he's been able to do that.

You could do that over the network if you wanted. And you look real pissed off to me.

Leave him alone, you hear me?

Oh, well, now that you said it I guess I'll have to.

Never mind. I'll find him on my own.

[Impulsively, she grabs the gun Barbara lent her for the port - you know, the one she was probably supposed to give back, but hasn't yet - and shows it to Arthas.]

I said leave him alone.

[Arthas stares at the gun as if she had just threatened him with a bouquet of flowers.]

Did he tell you to say that?

No! I'm telling you to back the fuck off all on my own.

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brbculling - 2015-04-19 21:21 (UTC) - Expand

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tucky - 2015-04-19 21:23 (UTC) - Expand

Tiffany, that is the opposite of being careful.

Arthas, if you go after either of them so help me I will shoot you myself.

[Oh cheese it it's the cops]

-- It ain't my fault; I didn't start this up.

Edited 2015-04-19 21:24 (UTC)

No, but you didn't have to escalate it. [That said, her expression softens.]

I understand being protective. But there are others ways, most of the time.

You're assuming I'd go for a kill shot instead of kneecapping you.

Oh, don't worry, you have my full attention.

How long have you been able to do that?

I'm a reaper, you wanker. I've been doing it forty fuckin' years.

What do you do with them?

I keep 'em in a jar under me bed.

I let them go, you wanker.

Then why don't you just leave them alone, if that's all you do?

S'my job. I take them when they're ready to die.