IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide
Jun. 17th, 2012 06:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 03:36 am (UTC)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?
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 03:41 am (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 05:27 am (UTC)[Hmm...] Hungry for what, though? There are a lot of things a predator could be hungry for.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 10:31 am (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 09:17 pm (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 09:29 pm (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 09:35 pm (UTC)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?
Action
Date: 2012-07-25 09:46 pm (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 01:06 am (UTC)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?
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 01:12 am (UTC)[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?
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 01:34 am (UTC)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?
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 01:43 am (UTC)[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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 04:49 am (UTC)[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.]
Action
Date: 2012-07-26 11:39 am (UTC)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.]
Action
Date: 2012-07-27 05:58 am (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-27 06:09 am (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-29 08:30 pm (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-07-29 08:42 pm (UTC)Action
Date: 2012-08-01 02:36 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2012-08-01 02:39 am (UTC)[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.]
Action
Date: 2012-08-12 02:48 am (UTC)Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment.
Action
Date: 2012-08-12 02:52 am (UTC)[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?
Action
Date: 2012-08-12 03:04 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2012-08-12 03:15 am (UTC)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.
Action
Date: 2012-08-13 09:46 am (UTC)Thanks. You're pretty tolerable, yourself. Not too chatty, not too pompous.
Action
From:Action
From:Action
From:Action
From:Action
From:Action
From:Action
From: