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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[This is just showboating, but at least it's painless. Crowley sighs, cigarette propped at the corner of his lips.]

"Protect that which is here from all that is not." It's a shielding spell.

It is not much of a shield, but it will stop some attacks.

[ Vergil opened his red eyes looking up at Crowley looking amused.]

Shall I read your palm next, or set a love spell for you?

[ It was meant to be teasing, his tone showed it as he made the sheild vanish.]

[She tries to repeat the words silently, mouthing them, but only remembers a couple.]

Can you really do those things?

Palm-reading? What are you, a nine-year-old girl?

[He chuckles and taps the ash on the floor.]

Love spells aren't hard to do, they're just hard to control.

Can I, yes. Will I? No.

[ He nodded at Crowley's words.]

Love spells mess with free will, I do not dabble in free will. Also, stop trying if you get some of those syllables wrong you could make a bit of trouble. The incantations for spells are very important, always say them right.

I don't want a love spell, okay.

[She's examining her palm now, thinking about palm-reading.]

And I ain't actually saying anything out loud.

A point for you, you've avoided the Faustian pitfalls so far.

[Crowley chuckles and motions for her to hold her hand out.] Go on, let him do it. You're obviously curious.

Don't. He's right, watch your incantations.

Crowley, go get someone to let you into the pub. Bring me some wine.

[ He muttered as he sighed and held his hand out for hers. He clearly felt silly doing this. But, he's bored and he has nothing better to do.]

And beer.

[She eyes Vergil, who's standing a little too close to the railing for her comfort.]

I don't wanna go over there; you come over here.

Say please or I'll bring you back an awful vintage.

[He rolls his eyes at Tiffany.]

And I know you won't be bothered by the same threat. You're getting Guinness whether you want it or not.

[ He rolled his eyes some.]

please.

[ He had a love hate relationship with Crowley. He loved to be annoyed by him. Even if he wont admit it.

Standing up and off the railing he stepped a closer to her.]

Better?

Yeah, but-- but I ain't standing up.

[For some reason, she'd felt a little dizzy and off-center when she'd been walking across the deck before - almost as if the Barge were tilted just slightly.]

That's better.

[Crowley in turn loved annoying him, but right now he intended to needle Vergil as much as possible.

He pounds on the door to the pub then removes his sunglasses "in frustration" before the door springs open. He hisses an "About time!" before running in to serve himself, bringing back a Domaine Leflaive Chevalier Montrachet Grand Cru (1998), two wine glasses, a bottle of Guinness, and a corkscrew/bottle opener.]

What did I miss?

[ He knelled down then, Almost like some story book prince. Which, he would never be. He was too much of a prick... and he fancies himself a knight anyway. He proped an arm on his knee and held that hand out.]

I did not expect you too, now you have to ask a question, becuase looking into your broad future would possibly cross a barrier of free will, so. Just ask a question and I will tell you what I can read.

[ He nodded to Crowley when he returned.] Just getting comfortable.

What do people usually ask?

I don't even know if I believe in this stuff.

[Crowley pops the cork and pours the wine before he pulls off the bottle top and offers Tiffany the stout.]

Usually they ask about money.

[ His other hand reaches up for the wine.]

Grazie.

[ Then to Tiffany.]

You know if you want to think about it, and I am in a better mood whenever you think about it we can do this some other time.

[She takes the beer with her free hand, still contemplating her palm.]

Money's fine. Or friends, or guys, or how long I'll stay on the Barge. Anything like that.

Go for love and friendship. That'll be easiest to determine.

[Passing Vergil the glass of wine, he sniffs at his own and swirls it.] Check the legs, and it's got an interesting bouquet as well.

[ he could almost hear Dante in his head 'but she's wearing jeans'. Sometimes he knew his twin too well. He could still predict what would come out of the idiots mouth.]

I suppose I can do that if you're curious. He is right.

[ He swirled the glass as he waited for her answer, before nodding after a sip.]

You did well, Crowley. [ best future servant.]

Course I'm curious. Everybody's curious about this stuff.

[And if she's going to lose all her friends or something, she wants to know.]

[Crowley wouldn't say that. Not because he wasn't sometimes very immature, but because he was serious about wine.]

I know I did. [Especially as it had been a cheap table wine before that.]

Go for it, Tiffany. It's always fun.

[ Vergil took another drink, before he placed the glass down and held his hand out once again to Tiffany.]

That, I can and will do.

[She puts her hand in his, palm up, and watches him intently. She was honest about not being sure whether or not she believes in palm-reading, but at the same time, she's very interested in what the results will be.]

[Crowley sips at his wine, watching intently. After a moment or two he prompts:] Well?

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