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flickerflash) wrote2013-02-10 02:15 pm
flickerflash) wrote2013-02-10 02:15 pm
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[Has everyone forgotten she's here? Assumed she's gone home?
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]
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Because it's been a while, and I'd like to talk to you. What more reason do I need than that?
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There are two cuts--scars-- under her cheekbones, thin and long-healed.
She stares.]
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I've seen it, you know. And I know there's something dark, gobbling you up from the inside. Gobbling you both? Or maybe just her?
[And that's dangerous ground - she almost wishes the words had not been said. She doesn't want her driven away.]
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Have you seen the string, then?
[Those questions, she won't answer.]
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I have.
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[Her voice is soft, and she turns away.]
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I'm going to get plastic surgery.
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And what are you not going to do?
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Lie about it.
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Hospitality is for those far less true than I, Mistress Sage. I would promise you I'd never darken your kitchen again, but my vows are worth far too much.
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Why aren't you angry? [Her voice is soft.] I'd be angry.
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[A pause, and a small wry smile.] That doesn't mean I wouldn't mind hearing an apology sometime. But I think that helping you is more important than any anger I might have had for what happened.
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[There's a brief hesitation, and then she draws her sword. Sized for a child, but no less sharp.] I will give you the apology you ask for, though.
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