IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

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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[samantha_grey]

I didn't take chances when things started going haywire. I handed myself over to get cleansed (via a poison, buuuut... not getting into that). There was no way I was taking the chance of my other half going crazy again that fast.

I'm going to be talking to Loki once he's back on his feet enough and getting the procedure done.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

So you died. [Flatly.] Too much to hope they were humane about it?

And what procedure?

[samantha_grey]

... if you insist on asking, yes. I took a draught so it was painless. I'm beyond sick of letting the other side of me come out. I don't care if I don't like them, that psychotic bitch is just trouble.

...

You are, officially, not allowed to freak out. I'm not telling Eridan the details of this, but I'm getting runes grafted to my spine, hopefully to shut down the hormones that drive me nuts completely.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

You killed yourself? Jesus, Sam, I didn't think you were the cyanide pill type.

[He can't work up much of a rant about it, though. He's seen what the (mostly patient, pacifistic) travellers here did to the city, and while Sam can be wily enough to be interesting, she's also got one of those obnoxious moral streaks. It does make the most sense for her, after some thought.]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And she just keeps rolling them out today.]

Grafted to your spine. What does that even mean. What'll they be made of?

[samantha_grey]

It means a god's going to magically or psychically or something graft runes with magical ink to the vertebrae of my spine. Literally. And, no. I'm not the cyanide type, but I'm less the "Turn into a murdering bitch" type, and nothing I've done has worked, along with people now trying to drag that woman out of me again and again. It has to stop.

If it fails, I'll be in for a world of pain for a bit and we'll have to remove.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

The cure.

[He says it quietly, more to himself than her. It's the first thought that comes into his mind, and he's unable to stifle it.]

[samantha_grey]

It's different. You're not a psychotic monster when your hormones go haywire, Pyro. You've got a gun that scares people built into you. That'd be like me locking off my magical spells because people were scared.

This is something wrong with my head, You are not someone that needs to be ashamed of what you are. I'm a sexual predator, a literal sexual praying mantis.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I don't need you to tell me that. [The edge to his voice is faint, but present.] What about someone like Rogue, though? She sucks your life out if you make any skin-to-skin contact. Should she get herself fixed, too?

[samantha_grey]

Shit! That's her mutation, like Freya's house but she can't turn it off? Even I had to consciously drain someone with a kiss. Oh god, that'd be hell. [She sighed. Mistress of the obvious right there.]

No, she doesn't need to fucking fix herself unless she damned well wants to. She's still not out to hurt people. She's just got something she has to work around in bed.

...a lot. Fuck that'd be awkward, but that doesn't mean she needs to do that. There's a difference between what you deal with and what you do.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah. And it's not just energy, but - whatever you wanna call it. Your life force. As effective as draining blood, only a lot faster. She gets a mutant's ability out of it for awhile, too, but that's some consolation prize.

[Despite his words, there's not an ounce of pity in his voice. She used it against him, the bitch. And while he was trying to save their lives.]

Alright. You and me are never gonna come together on this one, obviously.

[samantha_grey]

[She reached up and rubbed her forehead.] We're not going to come together completely, no. Look... I could live with the horns, the physical endurance, the claws even that damned tail. My magic's fine. All I want is to stop wanting to feed on people sexually, to stop turning into a raving lunatic who thinks it's fun to rip her friend's heart out and dance with it.

You saw what I did to Eve, and she's my friend, Pyro. It wasn't an accident. I took hold of her.... [She cut off suddenly, eyes widening and realizing how pissed off she was if she was about to talk about Scorpio.] Of something inside her and tore her guts out of her chest right after I tortured her half to death.

Why should I want to still be like this? I can get comfortable with my body, but that's not a mental mutation. I'm sick in the head, Pyro!

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His breathing is a bit laboured on the other end. He can't agree with this. He can't. But she's right, it's not mutation, she's not from his world - this is all just the residual effect of that vision eating at him. All he can imagine are the lines of mutants like Rogue, waiting to let humans neutralize them and pat them on the head for being good little freaks, while proud mutants are being stripped of their identity.]

Think what you want. Do what you want. Just don't come to me if you wind up paralyzed.

[samantha_grey]

[She growled and sighed. Her hands rubbed at her head and she groaned. And then, she kind of blinked.

Since when had she ever cared what anyone thought of what she did to make her life work? It was an odd realization. Putting it aside, she sighed and nodded.]

That won't be happening, but we'll talk after it's done sometime. I think we've shouted at each other enough for one day, Pyro.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah.

[Some of the anger leaves his tone, which becomes more gruff.]

I've got people to catch up with.

[samantha_grey]

Same here. I'll catch you later. If you see anyone going nuts, get them to eat the apples.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Apples again? You sure these ones are good?

[samantha_grey]

They're working so far. Course I didn't need them, but we went over that already. You should eat one if you haven't already. Harmless.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He lets out a grunt of displeasure.]

I'll paralyze you myself if anything happens.

[And with that, he disconnects. Thanks for all the information, Sam.]

[samantha_grey]

[Quite welcome. She'll take it out on you during the curse silly boy.]