Lydia Martin screams (
lydiascreams) wrote2014-09-30 11:34 am
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[017. I reveal nothing, both played fate.]
[Open Spam]
[Her body is still shaking from the scream, from watching Zane kill Vergil when she wakes up in her bed. Her bed. They are back. And she almost rushes right out of her room toward the infirmary when she realizes she has a katana and a necklance in each of her hands. Her hands that are covered in blood. Both items that she retrieved from Vergil's body.
So instead, Lydia takes time to shower, to both clean herself and pull herself together. She knows from experience that, after something like that, no one needs a reminder of what happened, of how terrifying all of it was walking around the Barge. And it helps her, too.
But as she sits down to put on her make up (not bothering to cover the bruises around her neck this time, either. She survived again. Twice). But when she checks the network as she gets ready, her stomach drops again.
Allison, Mr. Powers. Both of their messages tell her something is wrong. Worse, they tell her that things aren't normal. They tell her that some people are still switched even thought they are already on the right barge.
Or maybe they she is on the wrong barge. Their rooms were the same for the most part.
So Lydia ventures her way out of her room and into the hallway slowly. The mountain ash line underneath her door tells her that she really is back in the right Barge. But then, she has plenty of werewolf enemies in the mirror barge, too. She heads toward the Infirmary to check on Vergil. And once she's done there, she makes her way straight to the seventh floor, using her key to get into Stiles' room ]
[Open Video]
[A few hours later, it's pretty clear to Lydia that this is the normal barge and that there are plenty of mirror people in there still. Which means she needs to be careful and pretend to be her mirror self for as long as possible. A couple of people already know who she really is, but she trusts Stiles, Allison and Mr. Powers not to out her.
So she puts her best glare on and starts the video. Very visible bruises on her neck both from when Jackson tried to strangle her and from the necklace that Zane used against her have already formed.
If someone she trusts contacts her, she will just switch to private and tell them the truth.]
What the hell is going on?
[ooc: Lydia is not switched. More info here.]
[Her body is still shaking from the scream, from watching Zane kill Vergil when she wakes up in her bed. Her bed. They are back. And she almost rushes right out of her room toward the infirmary when she realizes she has a katana and a necklance in each of her hands. Her hands that are covered in blood. Both items that she retrieved from Vergil's body.
So instead, Lydia takes time to shower, to both clean herself and pull herself together. She knows from experience that, after something like that, no one needs a reminder of what happened, of how terrifying all of it was walking around the Barge. And it helps her, too.
But as she sits down to put on her make up (not bothering to cover the bruises around her neck this time, either. She survived again. Twice). But when she checks the network as she gets ready, her stomach drops again.
Allison, Mr. Powers. Both of their messages tell her something is wrong. Worse, they tell her that things aren't normal. They tell her that some people are still switched even thought they are already on the right barge.
Or maybe they she is on the wrong barge. Their rooms were the same for the most part.
So Lydia ventures her way out of her room and into the hallway slowly. The mountain ash line underneath her door tells her that she really is back in the right Barge. But then, she has plenty of werewolf enemies in the mirror barge, too. She heads toward the Infirmary to check on Vergil. And once she's done there, she makes her way straight to the seventh floor, using her key to get into Stiles' room ]
[Open Video]
[A few hours later, it's pretty clear to Lydia that this is the normal barge and that there are plenty of mirror people in there still. Which means she needs to be careful and pretend to be her mirror self for as long as possible. A couple of people already know who she really is, but she trusts Stiles, Allison and Mr. Powers not to out her.
So she puts her best glare on and starts the video. Very visible bruises on her neck both from when Jackson tried to strangle her and from the necklace that Zane used against her have already formed.
If someone she trusts contacts her, she will just switch to private and tell them the truth.]
What the hell is going on?
[ooc: Lydia is not switched. More info here.]
Video; private
You ever death tolled?
Video; private
[She takes a deep breath.]
I'm really sorry, Dante. But I know for sure they have the death toll, too. He should be back by now.
Video; private
What happened?
Video; private
I was just on my way to find him. I was almost there, but I didn't make it on time.
Video; private
You wouldn't have been able to save him - if he lost a fight, it was because of his own misstep. [She was just a young human girl, however innocent and kindhearted and Vergil was a caliber of warrior that she (to Dante's knowledge) wouldn't understand the full spectrum of.]
Is that Mirror here?
Video; private
No.
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How? It's something that he and I both face on a mostly regular basis ya know. Fighting against something that wants to kill us. Like I said, what could you have done in the heat of a fight?
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I could have prevented it from happening. [Lydia sighs softly.]
I'm a banshee, Dante. I felt his death, I knew it was coming. I just-- didn't have enough time to explain it to him.
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Knowing that something is coming is not the same as stopping it. Did you know by who's hand? Or what the circumstances were?
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She takes a deep breath and shakes her head.]
I didn't have time to concentrate. I didn't have time to figure out details. But I should have. [For all she knows, she made it happen when she tried to stop it.]
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Shoulda, coulda, woulda. A depressin' way of spending that time, thinking like that. It won't be his first time coming back to life, not for me.
If you think you could have done better, make it up by doin' the best you can every time. And don't worry about him. He won't blame you. He'll blame himself.
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Why would he blame himself? He still saved me.
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What should we do? [If] When he comes back?
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Go back to helpin' fix him. What else can we do? He'll remember it and if he goes after you for any reason, I'll gladly rearrange his face for you. Just gotta see what he's going to do first.
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If you can think of ways we can help him. I can help him. Let me know.
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..Thanks for lettin' me know.
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Let me know if there's anything I can do.
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Yeah. Later. [It came with a bob of his head before he cut the video feed and sat back in his chair to rub roughly up and down his face. Grand]