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Abigail Hobbs ([personal profile] versusnurture) wrote2014-10-03 01:02 pm

twenty-one ♤ spam & voice

spam } risen

[Her decision to kill someone happens after a significant period of reasoning. Weighing pros and cons. It takes her a few days. Honestly she would have liked to get started right out of the gate, but there was so much chaos it hardly seemed worth it. You can't enjoy setting a good stage if someone keeps barreling through and knocking over the set.]

[What really stings, what tips the scales, is that Will isn't here. There's evidence that he was; she's looked back on the comms and gotten a shock at herself - some version of herself - talking to him in a very wrong way. She should have taken the chance to kill him while she could, but somehow she didn't.]

[It makes her angry. So she subduction the anger under action and watches for her prey. For her moment.]

[There is a knife in her cabin. She's surprised by this; the girl she was appears to have been completely unstable. Someone trusted her, though, enough to give her a deadly weapon. Oh, well. Abigail's gain.]

[She slips it up her sleeve and slips to the library - the better, brighter, safer library - to wait. Walks up and down its aisles as though she's looking for some title in particular. Setting traps by the way she moves and breathes and smiles, aimlessly, sadly at nothing at all.]


spam } arkin

[She poses the body on the nearest table, in the fetal position. The most difficult part is lifting him - he's heavy, but not as heavy as a deer, so really it only takes a minute. She isn't afraid of being caught, that's not why she's hurrying. It's just she wants to be caught by the right person.]

[She's figured out who Arkin thinks she is, and it grates. They ought to see her for who and what she is now, not someone who tried to be powerful and failed.]

[It's a minute, maybe two, between Risen's last breath and the message she sends to Arkin: I need help. Library. Hurry. When he arrives, she'll be sitting at the table reading a thick volume on ivy gardening, which is balanced on Risen's cooling foot.]


spam } zero

[She doesn't expect visitors. She expects to be left alone for as long as Arkin decides to keep her down her. For the first day or so she honestly barely moves, just watching the others down here and trying to pick up from hints and whispers and, of course, the communicator what wicked things they might have done.]

[If someone does come to see her, she welcomes them over with a smile, neither shy nor ashamed - mostly just curious, eager for entertainment. She wants to know what's happening.]


voice } friday night

What are your favorite lullabies? I'm collecting them.

[In the background, the sound of crying. She doesn't sound affected by it, one way or another.]
themissingpiece: (And make you ethereal)

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[personal profile] themissingpiece 2014-10-03 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's barely had time to settle back in. Of course, it had to be a chaotic mess when he came back. Then a text massage comes in. Speaking of chaos...]

[He doesn't hesitate, he just gets up and goes. When he's almost there, he has the presence of mind to send a quick text to Chromie something is up in the library]

[He didn't know what to expect when he got there but finding the library its usual quiet sets him on edge. A cold sort of dread creeps in as he ventures further into the library. He smells it before he sees it.]

[Blood, death.]

[When he sees it, a dark little part of him is relieved Abigail isn't hurt(which was his first assumption) then realization of what that means hits. His eyes dart to the body, first looking to see if he was killed quickly, then the extent of the damage. Next he looks for the weapon then finally, his eyes go back to Abigail.]

Abigail... [gently]

Why did you call me? To see this?
strangehistorian: (the reasoned)

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[personal profile] strangehistorian 2014-10-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chromie scurries out between the shelves, spots the body, and immediately drops what she is holding.]

Emperor!
themissingpiece: (my back has wings)

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[personal profile] themissingpiece 2014-10-04 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[His eyes go to the knife then back to Abigail. She is either a mirror version or Abigail did not do well after he left. He doesn't like either option.]

You've shown me. [He does cautiously reach out to take the knife.]

[He glances toward Chromie with an apologetic look, even if this isn't really his fault. To Abigail:] She'd have been here even if I didn't tell her.
strangehistorian: (the confused)

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[personal profile] strangehistorian 2014-10-04 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I would! This is my library, and I won't permit this sort of behavior.

[The air around Abigail and the Emperor's body both glitters as she casts a short-range teleport to send them both out into the hallway.]
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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-10-04 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a growl in his voice, and a tone that says he thinks he is funny as shit.]

Screams. Crying just gets annoying, after a while.

Who is it?
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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-10-04 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes. No. He'll never tell!!!]

Oh, ouch. [He's half-amused; it's okay. Kira likes his face that way. u_u]

Name and shame, Stabigail.
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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-10-04 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's true.

[Well that gets a grin.]

You got Ben to cry? I'm impressed.

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[personal profile] walkingmeltdown 2014-10-04 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Word travels quickly. Especially when those of them that are unaltered are supposed to be trying to lean on each other a little, these days. (He would argue he never wanted to be any part of that. But he knows now that the chips are already down, the truth is that frankly, he doesn't have any choice.)

Each person who has failed to turn up as themselves that would number among those somehow important to him has felt like a tiny loss. They marched away to battle, and despite him personally having felt like he 'won' at the time, not everyone came back again. It threatens to make him angry because it feels on some innate level like a trick.

But Abigail Hobbs was somehow one he wasn't expecting. Her having turned up 'wrong' snuck by him, somehow, in those early days. And that only makes him feel worse. Like he failed her. Like if only he had noticed earlier it would have made some kind of a difference.

How irrational and pointless a nuisance all these feelings of attachment are. If the right Abigail was here at least they could talk about that.

He owes this one nothing and his disdain makes him want to stay away on principle. But he has to see her, if only once. He wants to hear what she has to say, see how she reacts now that she knows she isn't talking to the Blight she's used to.

It's comically easy, to get a warden to let him in. All he has to do is find the right one and ask nicely. But he's in the good books these days; compared to the unwanted newcomers, he's downright sane and helpful. Once he steps inside he takes a moment to brace himself as his powers fade, his glow dissipating and then gone, reverting him to normal humanity.

He doesn't speak at first when he approaches her. His face is sharply, purposefully blank. He has a businessman's posture and his hands are folded together, concealing something from her behind his back.
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[personal profile] walkingmeltdown 2014-10-07 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
If I were, who would be the pupil, and who the teacher? [Wry, almost like a joke. She's probably seen the assignments he's left for 'their' Abigail in her cabin by now. But at the same time, in the arena, she was trying to give him, or rather who she thought he was, advice.

His voice is as cool as his expression, eyes hard but giving away nothing. He watches her with far too much scrutiny to be disaffected, however.

He comes closer, all the way until he's standing in front of the bars. And then he produces what he had hidden - a bowl full of grapes. Holding it by the edge with one hand he tilts the front down enough so even seated she can see the contents.
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[personal profile] walkingmeltdown 2014-10-07 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[His mouth twitches and twists at the corner, almost a smile that would be more of a smirk, but the taste on his tongue is all bitter and he can find no humor here.]

No, no; it's...something of an inside joke. One that you wouldn't understand, obviously, but.

[He glances down, musing, as he recalls the time her counterpart brought the same gift to him, under the same circumstances.]

For my own benefit, I simply couldn't resist.

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[personal profile] heisrisen 2014-10-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not that he thinks, for a moment, that she isn't dangerous. It's that he knows dangerous people can also be sad. He doesn't know her well enough to know if it's genuine, and he would rather err on the side of compassion.]

If you're looking for quiet, there are some study rooms.

[If she's looking for quiet, he won't bother her anymore. But it doesn't look like she's found what she's looking for yet, and if she wants to talk - well. He's here.]
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[personal profile] heisrisen 2014-10-17 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
It takes most people awhile to figure it out.

[His smile is small, not sad but maybe wistful, loving of the follies of men. But his head is tilted, and his eyes are still carefully searching her face. It's - there's a perfection to the way she says it, not quite a polish, but a purity. He was a propagandist for so long, he can't not hear the echoes. His smile gets a little wry, more pointed without being sharper, without being cold.]

I suspect you are not most people. But if it's not something you want to tell - or tell me - we could speak of other things.

[It's not something he has any particular right to be privy to, after all. And she has stated unequivocally that she doesn't want the quiet. That far, at least, he'll take her at her word until she tells him conversation is unwelcome.]
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[personal profile] heisrisen 2014-10-22 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not so many people. But it's not strange, either.

You can feel lonely among billions if you don't have someone you can trust.

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[personal profile] crossingyouout 2014-10-08 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Lullabies, really? Are you fucking serious?
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[personal profile] crossingyouout 2014-10-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
No. I just can't believe anyone would be wasting our time, asking for something so stupid.
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Who has time to remember that?

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