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.

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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.]

From:

samantha_grey

[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.]

From:

expy

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.

From:

samantha_grey

[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.

From:

expy

[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.

From:

samantha_grey

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.

From:

expy

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

From:

samantha_grey

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.]

From:

expy

[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.

From:

samantha_grey

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?

From:

expy

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.

From:

samantha_grey

[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.

From:

expy

[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.