Maladicta von Borogravia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
deshabille) wrote2013-05-19 08:53 pm
two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice
private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
A word, if you have a moment.
private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)
CES, then library. Half an hour.
spam | CES (backdated 5/19)
[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]
[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]
[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]
voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball
Well. That was fun.
( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )
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Sharp.
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Alright. How can I help?
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My own warden has been really good for me, I think. I know everyone isn't so lucky, but I've been hoping for that for him.
[It's simultaneously support - I don't dislike wardens on principle, I believe the system can work - and a very soft warning. I care, I'm watching.]
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It's a good thing neither of us are very nice, then. [She and Pietro, that is. Anya, she can't say yet. The warning indicates something a little sharper than pure nice.]
It sounds as though you'll let me know if I don't match up to your expectations.
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I'm not always as...incendiary as the rest of the family. But if you're willing to listen, I'll make a point to let you know.
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As long as you understand that listening is not a guarantee of agreeing with you.
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If I had that power, I wouldn't be here.
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I will listen, though. [Or why would she have contacted you, Anya, let's be real.]
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[Anya learned to read lips and put candlewax in her ears every day for a month, until she went somewhere else, on some nefarious assignment.]
I appreciate it.
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You can appreciate it or not.
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It was hard to tell.
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She was lost. She overreached, I think - compelled things she only wanted given, and she ran away from it because she couldn't run from herself. She became my father's tool because it was easier to follow orders than face her fear of what might happen in response to her own. She was a poor judge of character, because it was never a skill she had to rely on.
[There's no sympathy in her words, but no vitriol either.]
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You watch people. [It's a good quality.]
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No one listened to me there. Paying attention was important.
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[That seems...normal. As far as she can tell.]
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[. . . This is her approving voice.]
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People are interesting.
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He's worried about you.
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What makes you say that?
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You're the one who brought it up, there's no point being inscrutable about it.
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