samantha_grey | IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

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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From:

expy

Yo. Hamlet still around, or can I have a word with Samantha?

[Yeah. That's her nickname for whatever it was that happened a couple of days ago. It stuck.]

From:

samantha_grey

[The voice on the other end is cracked, exhausted and sounds horrible. It is Samantha's voice, regardless, and when it speaks it doesn't sound at all like 'Hamlet.']

...

I'm normal again. Why are you talking to me? Nothing good will come of it.

From:

expy

[Well, that was safe enough a response for her. She switches to audio, as well.]

Appropriately placed concern, duh. Want to keep feeling sorry for yourself, or talk about it and get that out of the way?

From:

samantha_grey

[She makes a sound very closely akin to a groan. There's a nasty popping noise as she sets her noise and she hisses in pain. Her body isn't regenerating the way that she would expect it to. In some ways, it was almost refreshing at the moment, a strange bit of 'normalcy' in her life. She shook her head and coughed before speaking.]

Fuck you.

[She sighed and held a hand to one of her ribs. There was another cough and she spoke through strained teeth.]

Fine. I'm sorry for what you saw the other day. What... what do you want to know?

From:

expy

[That... sounded like it had to hurt. Eve herself has to resist the urge to wince, recognizing that kind of noise well, but still manages to speak evenly.]

Don't sweat it. I've seen my fair share of freaky shit before, you know? [...well, not that particular brand of freaky, but.] Just tell me what happened back there and if it's a regular thing.

Oh-- and I don't want to take the role of Captain Obvious, but here's a friendly suggestion: go to the hospital.

From:

samantha_grey

I don't deserve healing, but I work at a clinic. I'll go there, where they won't ask dumb questions, like why I got banged up. It's not like I didn't fucking earn it.

[She hissed and groaned again, sighing and sinking back at the bricks. Her breathing was slow and shallow. She kept the feed going for a moment before replying.]

So, Captain Obvious, if I asked you to help me limp to Heimdall District, would you do it? There's no need to worry about me going crazy again. It's not that often, at least not usually, and you're not into girls so you're not going to do something stupid like try and flirt with me, so we're good.

I'll... explain a little. I just need to get over that way it seems, and I think my rib's broken.

From:

expy

Oh, great. Here we go. Let me guess what you're going to be saying next, alright? [And, in an actually good imitation of Samantha's voice:] You shouldn't get too close to me! I'm too dangerous to keep around!

[Because, well. To her, that kind of attitude is the most stereotypical reaction ever, and she's actually tired of seeing in people she's met. Oh well, back to her normal tone.]

--But, sure. I don't mind. Dragging a girl to a clinic is bound to be a new and interesting experience.

From:

samantha_grey

Fuck it. You're either going to be smart and stay the hell away from me after this, or you're going to be dumb and keep insisting on coming near. I'm done warning you about this shit by now. It's your goddamned funeral. You'll get an earful when you get here. Just pick your questions carefully. There's some shit I won't answer.

[She cut the feed off after sending directions to Eve. She wouldn't be much moved by the time that the girl got there, regardless of how long it was. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, bloody patches blooming at her midriff and on her left thigh. Her breathing was ragged, but intact and her tail flopped lazily. Her nose looked like it had been broken and her face was fairly heavily bruised, a trickle of blood running down from her lip, though mostly dried.]

From:

expy

[Unfortunately, seeing as how Eve had only been here for a grand total of six days, it does take her a little longer than necessary to get to the location agreed upon. Learning new routes was annoying, and even more so when she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the melodramatics all the way there. When she does arrive, however, she spots Samantha rather quickly and approaches immediately, cocking an eyebrow.]

Oh my. You look awful. [THANKS, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.]

From:

samantha_grey

I've looked a lot worse. Trust me. And I earned this, so I'll live. Help me up, alright?

[She started to get up, wincing and hissing loudly at the pain shooting through her side along her ribs. Her eyes closed and it took an effort to stumble up halfway. She used the wall as best she could, along with the trash bin for support.]

First question?

From:

expy

Sure you have, sure you do. Now, please don't squirm and try not to drag me down?

[And, with as much care as possible, she goes ahead and helps her up. At least for the sake of experience, she had done this kind of thing before--although, the person in question was decidedly male and also very much unconscious.]

Was that a random event? Or does it happen once a certain amount of time has passed?

From:

samantha_grey

[She sucked in harshly as she was brought to her feet. It took a second before she was willing to keep moving. Her answer waited until she was breathing more evenly, eyes lidded and clenched, but still open.]

I'm not sure. I know some things... make it come out. Every so often it happens, though it happened more back home. When I get... aroused, or I'm in the middle of something, it's more likely to happen. Sometimes if I'm really scared or in danger.

It's... hard to tell.

From:

expy

[That seemed... like an interesting explanation, but also concerning. She doesn't pay much heed to her physical state, only waiting for her to be ready to move again out of courtesy, before humming softly.]

So it's like a defense mechanism full of suck. [Well, not exactly, but...] Ever thought about keeping a calendar? The circumstances here are different for everyone, aren't they?

From:

samantha_grey

[She looked at her for a moment, pausing in her progress and grunting. Her eyes closed and she remembered the date before she spoke softly.] It was ... I think the New Moon, according to the calendar. the one-hundred and fourteenth day. If you are still here long enough, will you help me keep track? If it's regular, I want to know.

And... it's not a defense mechanism. I'm a predator. It turns on when I get hungry. Fear's a sort of hunger for me too.

From:

expy

...New Moon, huh. [She's committing that to memory, however. It was painfully like something out of a supernatural thriller flick, in her opinion, but she guessed that's where they got it from in the first place. Maybe.] Sure, why not? Keeping track of when someone goes ballistic would look good on my monster hunting resume.

[Hmm...] Hungry for what, though? There are a lot of things a predator could be hungry for.

From:

samantha_grey

[She looked at Eve levelly while they walked. Part of her thought it was something of an obvious answer after some of what had been said, but she supposed Eve was the sort to want these things clearly and explictly laid out. She sighed and looked away as she responded.]

I'm half succubus. Succubi are, in one form or another, sexual predators, Eve. It's related to desires with me, to hungers for people that draw intense emotions out of me that could be related to a sexual act. Fight or Flight comes into play, I think, because my body recognizes being raped as just as valid a form of 'meal' as being on top of someone. The rest of the depravity gets tacked on with it.

That's... as much as anything why I usually want people to stay away. Part of me is really hungry for things that only ever end badly. It's not like it automatically happens, but the odds are definitely a lot better that it will.

From:

expy

[Well, she does. The clearer she is on the facts, the better, and it certainly doesn't help that her main experience with "succubi" came from one, extremely cryptic, idiot of an incubus. Still, she makes a bit of a face at that explanation. It's hard not to.]

I hope you aren't offended, and pardon the language, but that sounds fucking messed up. [And gross and disturbing, but she won't mention that.] Has it always been like this, or was it a puberty thing? Sorry to say, I'm not educated in half-breed physiology.

From:

samantha_grey

Not offended. You haven't seen some of the things I've seen Eve. It is fucking messed up. Succubi and Incubi are some of the most disgusting demons, especially the ones who go 'above and beyond' their job descriptions, like my father.

It started cropping up a little in puberty. Mom helped me control it a lot, since it was just me and her. Around my sixteenth birthday, I finally asked her what was up. I think she might have been doing something magical to help me control it, but that's maybe the one spell I never figured out before she ... before she died.

After she died, the dreams started and it turned on full force. That was a bit over a year ago. I'd say it was my father alone doing this, but I really think mom was helping control it.

From:

expy

Noted. Agreeing with that generalization, and so noted. [Meaning, she was going to take an actual physical note of that later. Most likely, she would write it down as daddy issues in nice, red ink, just because she could.

Still, out of consideration, she tries to mull over those words a little. If what she was saying was correct, then...] Your father isn't here, is he? Have you been experiencing the same kind of dreams?

From:

samantha_grey

The dreams... only come when I die anymore, Eve. I would wake up, remembering him. He was still in hell, and the first dream was really screwed up, that one was before I ever died the first time. [Yep, that casual. She'd died before.]

I... don't know if he's here. I swear to god, this whole thing's elaborate enough to be some bullshit he'd get involved in, but there's no demons whispering in my ears... Nobody only I can see trying to convince me of something. It's been weeks.

I'm starting to wonder if he's not here at all, if this isn't just the crap he woke up inside of me, and me away from mom's protections. Trust me, though... you don't want to meet Valefar. He's a whole other class of psycho.

From:

expy

[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?

From:

samantha_grey

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?

From:

expy

[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?

From:

samantha_grey

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.

From:

expy

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.]