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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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The less you talk to him, the less I have to get jealous [Nervous] about. So... we're talking about this, then.

...

I need to ask something, and I don't want to pester Roxy, and Karkat's been quiet for a while. Do kismesis ever apologize for going too far?

Jealous? A' Sol? ... That's just disgustin', Sam.

[A long pause and a suffering sigh before he speaks up again, determined.]

Yeah, wwe're talkin' about this. You owwe me that fuckin' much. An'... no. They don't apologize. Fuckin' evver.

...But, considerin' the wway we flip, I'm listenin'.

We're flipping today, and you can fucking deal with it.

[She sighed, shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair.]

I'm sorry that you had to see that again, that I touched anyone but you like that... that I killed someone, and that ... I'm sorry for going that far with you. I don't care if it's another part of me. I didn't want this to happen in the first place.

But I don't know what we do now, though it sounds like you've got questions.

[Eridan purses his lips, breathing through his nose before he speaks, voice rough from lack of sleep and stress.]

... I'm fuckin' sorry, too, Sam. Sorry I didn't listen to that detectivve. That I underestimated wwhat you could do.

All a' this wwas my fuckin' fault, too, an' I'm not deluded enough to believve it wwasn't. If I hadn't a' goaded you on...

[He shrugs, flipping the feed from audio to video.]

But I'm fuckin' alivve, right?

[She kicked on the video as well and shrugged, looking at him with quiet, solemn eyes.]

You're alive, I'm alive, and Eve's... well, back and oddly not freaking out as much as you'd think. I'm not sure if she's just a little pissed at me, or if she's patently insane.

[cough]

Anyway, we've both apologized. You're not the only one who's underestimated me when I'm like that, you know? Most of them do, right up until I'm covered in blood and giggling like Gamzee on a bad day.

It's my fault. You didn't help, but it's my fault. I'm the one who asked you to do something stupid, addled or not, and I'm the one who hurt you and Eve. You got duped. Move on, and I'll try to too.

...

But that does bring up the next question. Where does that leave us? What do we do? Going on like this didn't happen... well we both know that won't happen. But, are you still with me after this?

[Eridan is strangely serious, leaning slightly closer as he speaks, a hint of something possessive in his voice.]

Let's get somethin' through that thick cranium a' yours, wwitch. You might think you could scare me awway wwith that temper tantrum, but you couldn't be more wwrong.

Wwe'vve got a score to settle, harpy. You duped me. Made me your playthin'. An' I'm not lettin' you get awway wwith a fuckin' degradin' thing like that wwithout payback.

You're mine, Sam. For as long as I say so, an' I don't evver plan on lettin' you out a' my clutches.

[He gives a decisive nod.]

...

[Sometimes, the posturing helped. She refrained from chuckling, though a smirk almost reached her face.]

I did, didn't I? I guess you're going to have to make me pay for that before you could ever think of quitting this little venture. But... we need to be ... more careful in the future.

I don't want this to go south like that again. It could get a lot more ugly, and I hope you know that now.

Bein' cautious is for trolls wwho can't fuckin' handle black rom, but I guess I can see your point noww.

[Eridan noticed the slight expression, and he does his best to make her crack, to see a spark of life back in her expression. This solemn girl isn't nearly as fun to goad... or at least that's what he tells himself to justify his worry.]

You knoww that you fuckin' owwe me after that little stunt, right? I'm thinkin' jewwelry or at the vvery least a good session a' grovvelin'.

[Sam will get warning of Conan's arrival. There's the murmur of voices as he greets Sophie, the high childish pitch of his voice (even if somewhat muted today) tends both to carry and to stand out against the lower adult tones of the usual A Pinch of Sage customers.

There is a quiet knock at the door before it is pushed open.]

Sam-san?

Come on back!

[The voice sounded a bit like a growl, though more in a 'busy at the moment' sort of way than anything else. Samantha was barely visible, more from the swish of her tail than anything else, down the short hallway into the back lab.

When he comes back, he will find her hunched over the usual set of beakers, running the extractions on one of the potions she actually knew already to keep her stock up.]

Jewelry, is it?

[Her eyebrow raised and she got a naturally smug look on it, her lip twitching at the edge of irritation while she glanced at him, her voice sounding oh so prone to making him eat those words.]

I think I might just get you a nice pretty silver necklace with amethysts set in it, pretty purple amethysts, and a good long platinum chain to lead up to the leash handle I'll hold.

What would you say to that, prince?

[Conan does just that, making his way down the hall to the small laboratory. Rather than interrupt immediately, he takes a moment to study Samantha, taking mental inventory of her appearance, the supplies spread out around her and the smells and stock discernable in the lab. It's not until he's decided this is a process she's familiar and confident with that he speaks.]

Taking your mind off things by throwing yourself into your work?

And here's someone who actually understands how I think.

[She chuckled dryly and nodded, tapping one of the beakers and seeming satisfied. Motioning to one of the chairs, she sighed and reached up to rub her foreheads.]

I've been sticking to private messages this time around. Most people really don't need to see me out and about right now.

Samantha-san is the sort to be wanting to do something. It's easy to see.

[Conan's got his hands in his pockets as he approaches Samantha. He doesn't take the unspoken invitation to sit, stopping in front of the chair.]

I appreciate you making an exception for me. This is something I wanted to say directly to you.

[Eridan's almost happy that she seems to be back to her utterly contemptibly smug self. Or he would be if it didn't piss him off so much. How dare she call him some sort of pet?!

Even if it made his bile sack flip in a decidedly pleasant way.]

I'd wwish you fuckin' luck on gettin' it around my neck, harpy. You talk a good talk, but wwe both knoww you're not goin' to be able to control me enough to make that possible.

Your situation is one of that I do not envy, Lady Grey. However, your inconvenience to matters is obvious. I implore you another curiosity. By no means am I a religious man, but if the gods can grant curses can they not grant favors? Have you implored your scenario to them. Perhaps something can be done.

I would not card a heave of faith into that, however.

I do not mind placing myself in harms way. Clearly. I believe in small acts of justice. I am here to assist, should you need it.

Hel and I don't see eye to eye.

I've talked with some of the others, but there's limits to what I've gotten out of them so far. What I'm going to call it is 'financial help in my research' seems to be the order of business so far. I haven't gotten a whole lot further than that.

As for faith, though, this isn't the same thing. I lost any glimmer of faith a long time ago, Sherlock. I was born on the wrong side of the war of the angels and demons, and according to them I'm damned from birth, and cannon fodder for 'my side.' The pagans want nothing to do with me with rare exception. I'm pretty much a shit-out-of-luck abomination on their own with the promise of being fucked at the end of their days and to live until then as my asshole father's guinea pig, washed in the blood of my friends.

Faith? Can go fuck itself.

However, I'll make deals with powerful beings that help me and those I care about. Right now, I'm hoping we can get some ideas together before this happens again. If we're lucky, we've got three months to plot.

Ok... I'm listening.

[She sighed and looked at him fully. There was a tiredness in her eyes. She wasn't sure if Conan was about to promise her they'd find a cure somehow, assure her he didn't hold her accountable or condemn her. She was less sure which she could handle easier right now, or if it might be something else.

Her mind was going far too fast for its own good. She made a note to take a sedative later.]

I do believe that's a challenge. I'm going to have to pick you out a nice one. Needs to be deep amethyst, not these clear indigo things with too much white in them.

[She chuckled softly and sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead.]

We really don't have any clue what the hell we're doing, do we? Fuck it... might as well plow forward. I just...

Don't ever regret something you've done with me, Eridan.

[Eridan thought they were almost back to normal--posturing and prodding at each other's weaknesses. But... He sighs, giving a firm nod.]

Never, Sam. I've never regretted a fuckin' thing. An' I don't intend to.

An' havvin' a clue's wway ovverrated.

[Conan took a deep breath. This was hard for him to say, but necessary.]

Samantha-san.

Despite all the information and warning you gave us, it did not occur to me to consider that your demon-half would be willing to go as far as killing herself to escape. I did not allow for that possibility in my plans, and I did not find her in time to prevent her from harming two close friends of yours seriously, or causing other chaos.

This was failure on my part. We've already made plans to meet, prepare for the next time, and I've some ideas on how to eliminate a repeat of this -- but if you feel I have failed to live up to your trust in me and would prefer I step down, I understand.

It is a little. Some of the surprise... has been interesting. Nerve-wracking, confusing, but good.

In the meantime, though, the ball's in your damned court for next round. I'm the one that duped you, remember? And for god's sake, this time if you're so big on no clues, don't telegraph it so much.

[Yeah, she was ready for posturing. Posturing felt less like something was horribly horribly wrong.]

[Ok, that was more unexpected. She looked at him, clearly stunned. And then she closed her eyes and shook her head.]

No. It's still my claws, and I won't hear another word on the matter. We all fucked up. She's never done anything that crazy, but she's never had to. I should have remembered how many times I've died, and how little regard she would have for life, even her own.

We're all responsible, and I'm claiming the lion's share. Just make sure you're not alone on this. I... I won't let this happen again. I can't.

[Eridan grins wickedly, glad to be back on sure footing now.]

Wwe'll see, Sam. Wwe'll just see. I'll givve you a hint though, I hope you like bein' on your knees.

Because I havve half a mind to remind you just wwhere your place is exactly. At my fuckin' feet.

[It's a big bluff, but said in an almost joking tone.]

You might make me shiver... if I actually believed you could pull it off. Guess you'll just have to prove me wrong, won't you?

[She chuckled and leaned back, a little glad to be back to normal, even if she wasn't sure they were entirely addressing things. Still, it was a start.]

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