7th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[So okay, earlier today, Melaka was on a ship. She said she'd sign up for it and she actually had a lot of fun touring around it, meeting people, and generally getting to know what was going on in the high seas. In any case, the point is that her spirits are much higher now than in December. So much so that when the makes it home and deals with Gates... she decides to finally try something she learned apparently is a check to see if people made it home she learned the other day.]

[Voice // Filtered to Harth (BROKEN)]

Hey, Harth- are... [it fails.] ...Hah. [She thought so.

She's not sure if she should feel empty or relieved. So about a month now, she knew this was going to be the case. She knew that Harth was gone. That's part of why she freaked out last month. But anyway, she now considers how she wants to spend her night? Patrol? No. Summers? Maybe, but not really. She considers... and for some reason her mind comes back to Azusa. She hasn't seen the other woman all day, but the idea of a beer with her sounds appealing right now. Well, she just made a filter, might as well make a another ones - last time she did it public, people commented on her after all]

[Voice // Filtered to Azusa (BROKEN)]

Azu, we gotta get a- [it fails.] ... Azu? C'mon, beer- [it fails.] ...Azu? [A pause. And she tries to flip through the journal to try to find that thing where he ping people. She's not there. Her voice actually sounds a bit scared] ...Azu? Azu, are you-? [It fails.

...It failed. She's... gone? She remembers the emotional reactions she's seen other people have. Buffy, when she was numb. That Cordelia woman just the other day. And during those times, she thought those people were just... silly. Because going home, that's the dream. she wants nothing more than to go home every single day she's here, there's no excepts. but right now, all that she knows is that most likely, she will never see Azusa Miura again. For some reason, she looks around her flat and sees some of the gifts she got some that woman. And... she... she's sad. She's really sad, for some reason. a lump is growing in her throat. Which is why this next part comes out throaty]

[Voice // Public]

...S-Summers. [F-fuck, she actually had her voice crack] ...Chief? Whoever. Let's get a beer.

[And even if Buffy refuses, she's going to be at the bar (Good Spirits, that is). she'll probably look silly because she'll be sitting next to a little stuffed dog as she nurses her... whatever. She doesn't even know what she's drinking. she doesn't even really care right now. The drinking isn't even a coping mechanism, not really. It's just that right now her body feels heavy and what she most wants to do (to be on a grab, to take something, to get in a fight) isn't incredibly possible here except in that stupid dome, which won't feel right and she knows it. ...Except maybe that Isaac guy? No, no. she's in a bad mood, she can't possibly focus for that sort of fight if he's at all what he talks like.

EDIT: for the broken filters feel free to assume any or all of that is public]

Comments

[bamfing]

... I don't think I ever met her.

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Ran the Secret Santa thing. Nice... she's nice.

[bamfing]

She must have been... that's too bad.

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Ain't. [Sharply. And then she sounds as if she's trying to convince herself, not nursing the drink at all]

Not a shame - she's better off home. We all are. I wanna be there more than any rutting thing.

[But it hurts]

[bamfing]

Well. Yeah. Me too. [He shrugs and takes a quick sip.] But you still miss them. And you don't always know what they're going back to.

[Like. Mikage.]

[makeitquick]

They're going home.

[She knows her home is shittier than her. She still oughts to and wants to be there]

[bamfing]

Yeah, I know. [He doesn't really believe in the counterpoint much.] I guess some things here are hard to give up.

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Toy. Rutting toy - nothing's worth home.

[She says this as if... convincing herself. No, reminding herself]

[bamfing]

You don't have to convince me that. [But he gets why she's saying it. He does.]

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[Nod. That's good, because she doesn't think she can do that]

[bamfing]

[Yup. He takes another sip...]

So what did you leave behind?

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Home?

[bamfing]

Well, I kind of figured home went without saying.

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Home's what I left though - Versi. That warren, grabbing for Gunther, killing lurks. Going for busts with Erin 'cus I'm friend of the Laws girl these days.

[bamfing]

[Well, this is kind of hard to follow, so he'll focus on the positive part:]

Laws girls?

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...Erin, my sister. She's a Law. [And they... only recently started to have a positive relationship]

[bamfing]

[Oh. So it's not a last name, then.]

Ah! So she's in the police. That's cool.

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Cool- [No wait not everyone is :| at the Laws. She shrugs after the initial outburst. All but flushes too]

Guess it was impressive for her.

[bamfing]

[Yeah, that doesn't quite escape his attention.]

Not a fan?

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I'm a warrens girl, it's kinda in the blood.

[bamfing]

But your sister, it's her blood too, yeah?

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She resisted, I guess.

[bamfing]

Why are the warrens and laws against each other?

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'Cus if you're in a warren, you've got nowhere else to be. And if you're a Law, you're makin' sure the Uppers are happy. And the Uppers are never happy with a warrens person.

[Well that and warrens are full of criminals]

[bamfing]

Ahh... the old fashioned rich versus poor, yeah? I guess some things never change.