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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.

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[She had gotten the feeling she was an immortal of the sorts, after their first conversation, but she won't comment on it. Instead, she listens carefully, nodding when appropriate and not interjecting until she was done. If she had slightly less tact, this would be the part where she sarcastically comments on how fun that sounds--but she knows better. Instead, she comment quietly.]

This place-- it's separated from the realities we're all from, you know? I can almost feel it. It's the reason my bracelet won't work anymore, I'm guessing. [And, after a beat:] If your father was here, do you think it would have been weeks before this shit this bad went down?

It depends. I couldn't get a straight answer out of that dick Baldr, but I don't think I'd trust him anyway. After he came into my life... everything's dealt with him. He's hounded me all over the place. It's really hard to believe he's not here, and if he's not here... then there's no excuse. The only monster here is me... and I can't even do the world a fucking favor and just leave.

[She laughed, a thick, croaking sound as she reached the point of sobbing. She grabbed the nearest wall and almost dragged Eve down as she hit a knee. Her teeth were clenched and she breathed in hisses. It was strange, but she wasn't suicidal for as fatalistic as she sounded. Suicide was a pointless, futile exercise for her. Death never ended things.]

If he's really not here... I can't kill him, and there's no freedom. I'm going to do this again. Maybe you, maybe that kid. Maybe Merlin, maybe some poor faceless bastard. God, why am I telling you all of this?

[Admittedly, she's nearly dragged down to the floor, as well. However, she manages to maintain a good footing and silently thanks her focus on lower body strength. After a moment, and kneels down a little as well, to allow a more comfortable position.]

You're telling me this because I'm willing to listen, and you are in serious need of people who can do that. [And, she sighs. Blunt things, here we come...] Look, here's the deal. You're half-succubus, biology sucks, yadda yadda. Do you consciously want to bang my guts out and use them to decorate a Christmas tree right now?

You're not the only one who's offered. I just can't trust people easily. If you'd ask me in a day or two, I might have said something different. It's really easy to use trust to hurt someone. It's just... I look like this because I hurt someone, and a friend of his paid me back. It's right in my face tonight.

[She listened to the question and swallowed thickly. She didn't want to look at Eve when she said what was coming next. She didn't want to ever admit it to anyone.]

I... do want to have sex with you, Eve... or at least my body does.

[If she's paying attention, the girl would notice that Sam's tail had idly coiled itself around her ankle, though it wasn't doing much else.]

I pretty much have a little bit of desire for everyone. I hate that about me. Part of me just wants to give in, throw you against a wall and lose myself, until we're too exhausted to think about this anymore, and I hate that. It's filthy, disgusting. I'm disgusting, and I don't want to be like that, so I keep it pushed down. Do I, actively, want to torture you to death? no. I do have little flashes where I can imagine what would happen if I did, though.

Real turn off for all that libido, I promise you.

Then maybe, you should, I don't know... take them up on it? Support systems exist for a reason, doofus. [Name calling. She went there.] Yeah, it's screwed up you turn into a bad sitcom villain every other night, but beating you up for it? It's like beating up a vampire for having to eat, or whatever other analogy you want to use.

[She's, more or less, uncaring when it comes to the habits of other species in relation to humans. To her, it was just weird to call out a non-human for doing things that amount to inevitable biological functions. Regardless, she does notice the tail coiling itself around her ankle, and purses her lips.]

Half of you doesn't want, and unless someone has a remote control for what you do in here, then I'm willing to bet it'll be easy enough to figure out when it goes off. So here's some good, old fashioned, blunt advice: build a bridge, and start getting over it. Things don't get better unless you put your back into it, even if it all goes to shit several times, got it?

[Welp. So sorry, Samantha. But she's more or less giving the other girl the same treatment she gives her makeshift "teammates" when they get stupidly hopeless in her opinion, yep.]

[she sagged, a little defeated, and just laughed. It wasn't a very long laugh, more like a throaty chuckle that sort of died in her throat. Her eyes looked towards Eve quietly for a moment while the girl spoke, staring out of the corners.]

The deer is telling the wolf to stop worrying so much if it has to feed on it. You... have no idea how amusing the wolf finds that right now. But, at this point, I 'get' that you don't think of these things like most people.

And yes. You'll know if it's the 'other me.' Let me ask you this, Eve. [She turned towards her, wiping a sleeve across her face and drying the tears that had formed with a sniff.] Will you forgive the wolf if it hunts you one day, and you can't get away? Will you be able to look it in the eyes the next day, after this place spits you back out of death?

I'll... try, but I want to know this from you. You talk a good talk, but what happens if it's you I grab one day and I win?

[She noticed her tail then, lightly tapping the back of Eve's calf. With an annoyed grunt, she reached down and pried it off, giving it a smack.]

Will you quit assuming I'm some fragile little human? I've taken on things three times your size, alone, and without awesome regenerative powers. Not everyone is going to be a victim. [Annoyed? Yes, she was. It was hard not to allow the scowl on her face to form, just as it was hard not to roll her eyes at the other girl's attitude. It seemed like wherever she went, all "dangerous" and "scary" supernatural creatures were ready to assume all humans were fickle and ready to be put off by the smallest things.]

And by the way, if what you're saying happens around the next millennium? Then you'll have to excuse me for whacking the head off Hamlet next time she comes out to play. [Geeze.]

Now get up, or I'm dragging you up. You're starting to remind me of somebody I know.

[she grunted as she was lifted up and gotten to her feet. The look she gave her was quizzical before it solicited another laugh, this one sounded a little more amused. Admittedly the 'lop the head off' comment made her wince a bit.]

Not, quite what I meant to say, Eve. Look, I'll take that. You see Hamlet coming for you, you go ahead and do what you need to, and we'll see who comes out on top. You're not the only one who's beaten things bigger than you before.

I just ... no, it's alright. I think, maybe, just maybe, we understand each enough for hand grenades. Let's get to the clinic, though. I feel like shit. That bastard's got steel toed boots.

[Shrugging it off, mostly, and adjusting her posture to make this easier. She didn't really see the need to take much heed to this kind of pessimism.]

Got it, got it. But next time, invest in a bottle of pepper spray. It does wonders against asses with steel toed boots, I assure you.

I... didn't want to fight back this time. I'll claw the next one's face off, just for you. Claws are better than pepper spray any day, you know.

Physically? Maybe. Emotionally? There's nothing quite like the stinging shame of knowing you got owned by a girl with pepper spray. [2007 phrases...]

Hah. Ok, yeah I see the point there. As long as they get how much shame's in that, at least. You're... alright. Kind of a bitch, but you're alright.

[As they started to reach Heimdall District, she smirked with a wince over at her. Somehow, 'bitch' didn't sound like it was meant to be an insult.]

[Well, she has to snort at that, albeit lightly. She's definitely been referred to by worse slurs in a joking manner.]

Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment.

Good. I'd hate to have to actually backtrack something like that, heh.

[She paused and looked up at the nearest building, sighing and rubbing her head.]

Tell me. Oh fearless one. If you don't mind me asking, what is it that made you come after me?

Like I said, appropriately placed concern. [Shrugging, to accentuate that sentence.] If you're going to be a threat, then I need to make sure casualties are as low as the successful marriage rates. Call it a force of habit, if you want.

[She hung her head a little and then looked at her out of the corner of her eye, a sad grin on her face as she coughed once and winced. They were getting ever closer to the clinic, so she slowed a little. When she spoke, she almost sounded disappointed for a moment.

Or maybe that was just the imagination playing tricks on a soul.]

I see. Fair enough, I suppose. I won't try to warn you off anymore. I'm sure I'll have worse watchdogs in the end. You're... at least tolerable to talk to.

[Being who she is, regardless of whether or not she caught that, she seems to ignore it. Noticing disappointment wasn't really her thing. Maybe.]

Thanks. You're pretty tolerable, yourself. Not too chatty, not too pompous.

Thanks. Careful though. I can get chatty if you pick the wrong topic...

[She sighed and laughed again, wincing while she looked around the edges of Heimdall District. For some reason, this one seemed to have wandered into her life, and she had no idea why she was sticking her neck out. Still, she could try and take her at her word.]

I think we're getting close, Eve.

Don't worry. I've dealt with my fair share of upset, chatty women.

[Which was an understatement, but she won't get into that. Instead, she'll take a cursory glance around the streets as she continues on.]

Looks like it. I'm guessing it won't take too long, now.

How many of them confessed the kind of crap I did, I wonder?

[She gave her a curious look as they walked, the clinic looming about a block away.]

I can't imagine they're that common.

A genie once told me about her boyfriend's table manners. Does that count?

[Kidding, sort of. Hearing about a vampire's feeding habits was extraordinarily gross to her, however.]

Depends a lot on the Genie, and even more on the boyfriend. But best not to ask, just in case.

Smart girl. Almost everyone goes ahead and asks.

[She snorted and chuckled. Anyone who could react as Eve did to some things could probably have stories Samantha didn't really want to know.]

I'm stubborn, but never let it be said I'm always stupid. I... can make the rest of the way if you want to call it a night.

...thanks.

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