i remember it. the similarities. the strangeness. that i could hold the hand of anyone. that was odd.
[ Blood, and pain, and the ache of feeling alone even amongst others. The fight being taken out of her. Wishing to rip and tear, the violence, the need for vengeance - that is too familiar to her. ]
me, as well. the rage. i want them dead, even now.
We'll both be sure of that once the chance arrives.
For now, I might have a gift for you soon....eventually, as the memories return to me. They do monitor these blasted devices, so what I make will be a surprise.
(a dagger for the woman like him. she can use it to drive it into the chest of those bastards, she can slit their throats with it if she likes. whatever lauralae wishes to do....yes, blade won't disagree with her receiving that gift once his mind gathers back the memories.
he remembers this much, that he wanted to go to this length for someone else this damnable world decided to ruin.)
a gift and a surprise both? i will endeavour to return it. to be equal to you, blade.
[ She feels unable to accept the strangeness of being given gifts, decades of being without making the notion of it odd, out of place for her. The discomfort is obvious and real, and likely comes across in her tone. It would be far better for her to see this as an exchange of items rather than a present for her.
(understanding. he's hated the very same idea, owing others and having nothing to offer in return but this body of his and its destructive power. his inability to die, a life that he would've ended and had taken away from him in the same breath by charging forward with a feral and reckless abandon.
he won't deny that they both have done more than others might've for the dreadful souls like them.)
[ Perhaps she can grow him something, or cast some kind of magic. Are there herbs he would prefer? She does not know who she might ask, and she frowns as she overthinks it, taking her time to respond to him. It seems prudent to come to the meeting with the trade already bargained, the gift in place, but her mind feels strangely empty at the moment.
She feels as though he has done a great deal for her, and she does not have anything adequate to repay him with. ]
(whatever she chooses, he'd have no complaints. blade is an odd fellow when it comes to these things. taking things that could be considered odd, unusual, without a second thought. a gift is a gift. what sort of gift it was, that didn't matter. morbid, practical, this was something she chose to give him. a man who won't judge, he's certainly not giving what one would label a romantic gift.
a dagger is something dangerous, lethal. but it shouldn't be ignored they needed to protect themselves, blade would not put it past patho-gen to try again in some manner eventually.)
A few days, then. I'll have it ready and waiting for you.
(he was considerate due to her remark about handling knives, among other things.)
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Date: 2025-11-20 06:19 pm (UTC)that i could hold the hand of anyone. that was odd.
[ Blood, and pain, and the ache of feeling alone even amongst others. The fight being taken out of her. Wishing to rip and tear, the violence, the need for vengeance - that is too familiar to her. ]
me, as well. the rage.
i want them dead, even now.
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Date: 2025-11-20 06:27 pm (UTC)Perhaps this wretched body of mine has some uses.
(aside from his craving for death. his desire and his wish to sleep, forever.)
Hmph, I expect we'll have to bide our time.
If those fools are going to act again, it would not be without plans of their own.
I want first the ones that chained me.
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Date: 2025-11-20 06:31 pm (UTC)the ones who chained. the ones who hurt. the ones who branded.
they should suffer the same, in return.
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Date: 2025-11-24 04:49 am (UTC)We'll both be sure of that once the chance arrives.
For now, I might have a gift for you soon....eventually, as the memories return to me. They do monitor these blasted devices, so what I make will be a surprise.
(a dagger for the woman like him. she can use it to drive it into the chest of those bastards, she can slit their throats with it if she likes. whatever lauralae wishes to do....yes, blade won't disagree with her receiving that gift once his mind gathers back the memories.
he remembers this much, that he wanted to go to this length for someone else this damnable world decided to ruin.)
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Date: 2025-11-24 11:16 am (UTC)i will endeavour to return it.
to be equal to you, blade.
[ She feels unable to accept the strangeness of being given gifts, decades of being without making the notion of it odd, out of place for her. The discomfort is obvious and real, and likely comes across in her tone. It would be far better for her to see this as an exchange of items rather than a present for her.
She owes him enough already. ]
name a place and a time.
when you see it fit.
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Date: 2025-11-26 06:07 am (UTC)(understanding. he's hated the very same idea, owing others and having nothing to offer in return but this body of his and its destructive power. his inability to die, a life that he would've ended and had taken away from him in the same breath by charging forward with a feral and reckless abandon.
he won't deny that they both have done more than others might've for the dreadful souls like them.)
During the evening, soon.
My bus perhaps?
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Date: 2025-11-26 05:27 pm (UTC)She feels as though he has done a great deal for her, and she does not have anything adequate to repay him with. ]
i will come.
a few days hence?
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Date: 2025-12-01 06:44 pm (UTC)a dagger is something dangerous, lethal. but it shouldn't be ignored they needed to protect themselves, blade would not put it past patho-gen to try again in some manner eventually.)
A few days, then.
I'll have it ready and waiting for you.
(he was considerate due to her remark about handling knives, among other things.)