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Test Drive Meme #1

A Choice to Make
 

In the midst of your mundane existence, amidst a meal's consumption or perhaps amidst a desperate struggle for survival, you find yourself teetering on the precipice between consciousness and oblivion. Whether it's the mundanity of everyday life or the shock of an unforeseen revelation, the next chapter in your tale is etched in the unfathomable tapestry of destiny. Abruptly, a shimmering azure tear in reality wrenches you from your reality, hurling you into the depths of a foreboding cavern. Within its shadows, two sinister whispers assail your senses, each vying for control over the path you must tread. One beckons from the left, promising dominion and power under the aegis of an enigmatic ruler, while the other lures from the right, pledging a noble crusade for justice and salvation. With each step, the choice you make echoes with the weight of eternity, determining the very fabric of your existence

As you stand at the crossroads of fate, the air thickens with anticipation, suffused with a palpable sense of ominous uncertainty. The leftward passage glimmers with an otherworldly allure, hinting at the seductive allure of authority and supremacy. Yet, the rightward path beckons with an ethereal glow, resonating with the righteous fervor of a hero's quest to vanquish darkness. Each voice, a siren's call to divergent destinies, casts its spell upon your soul, weaving a labyrinth of moral ambiguity. For in this twilight realm where the veil between worlds grows thin, your decision is not merely a choice but a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whichever path you elect to traverse, know that the consequences shall echo through eternity, shaping the very essence of your being in ways unfathomable to mortal minds.
 

  1. Evil

 

Emerging from the left tunnel, you step into a labyrinthine city carved from the very bones of the earth, illuminated by flickering torchlight that casts eerie shadows upon the twisted visages of its denizens. Monsters, grotesque and malformed, roam the streets with a purpose that sends shivers down your spine. It becomes chillingly apparent that within this infernal metropolis, your destiny lies entwined with a bid for power at the side of a shadowy sovereign. Amidst the clamor of preparation, the temple to the enigmatic entity known as the First Evil looms ominously, its dark allure drawing in supplicants like moths to a flame. Should your throat grow parched from the fervent chants of devotion, the Cantina offers solace in its crude embrace, a sanctuary that exudes an aura of ancient malevolence amidst its clay and stone walls.

 

Yet, amidst the sinister ambiance, whispers of knowledge beckon, promising insight into the machinations of this unholy realm. Seekers of truth may find guidance from well-intentioned demons or delve into the esoteric depths of the Stacks, where secrets lie entombed within dusty tomes of forgotten lore. As curiosity compels you to explore further, the Bringers, sinister heralds of the impending darkness, stand ready to lead you to your abode, a cold stone sanctuary where dreams are haunted by the specter of impending conflict. And for those who prefer the solace of steel and the embrace of weaponry, the armory awaits, a chamber resonant with the echoes of impending strife, offering a grim reminder that in this realm, even sleep is fraught with the specter of violence.


          2. Good

Venturing through the right-hand tunnel was a pact, a commitment to a harrowing struggle that now unfolds before you. Emerging into the realm beyond, you are met by a spectral figure, a girl whose countenance shifts with each passing moment, a testament to the legion of vampire slayers that populate this accursed domain. She, like her brethren, is both warrior and guide, leading you through the labyrinthine streets with a cryptic explanation that betrays the gravity of the task ahead. Together, you traverse the shadowed avenues, passing landmarks cloaked in enigma, such as The Odeon, a den of debauchery where the echoes of revelry mingle with the cries of the damned. With a sardonic grin, she points towards the gym, a crucible where the art of combat is honed amidst the backdrop of impending doom.


 

As you journey further into the heart of darkness, the Resurrection Cemetery looms ominously, a sepulchral sentinel guarding the threshold of a towering edifice—the colossal teaching hospital that casts a pall of dread over the surrounding streets. Amidst a labyrinth of silence and apprehension, you arrive at your destination, standing before the facade of the Doubletree Hotel, its ostentatious glamour a stark juxtaposition against the encroaching shadows of desolation. Yet, even as the hotel's opulence beckons, a lingering sense of foreboding whispers tales of recent upheaval, hinting at secrets buried beneath layers of opulent facade.


A Grave to Dig – Resurrection Cemetery

Patrol, it's the nightly routine for slayers, a dance with darkness amidst the tombstones, where the soulless minions of evil lurk in the shadows, ever loyal to the malevolent machinations of The First Evil. A cemetery of this magnitude, its layout intricate and labyrinthine, serves as the perfect battleground for the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. But it is patrol, right? Surely you're not taking a detour to The Odeon without your trusty stake and crossbow. Strange choices in these perilous times, indeed.
 

This graveyard pulses with the heartbeat of vampiric activity tonight, more undead rising from their graves than ever before. Will you recruit them into the fold of darkness, their loyalty pledged to The First? Or will you stand as their nemesis, driving a stake through their unbeating hearts? The choice looms before you, a decision that could tip the scales of this eternal conflict, determining whether you become their savior or their midnight snack.


A Party to Crash – The Odeon


Amidst the haunting melodies of an otherworldly band, The Odeon pulsates with the feverish energy of revelers seeking solace in food, drink, and a hell of a time. At the jumpstart of the bash, there’s no doubt you'll get to soak up some of that vibe. But lurking amidst the revelry, there's more than just party plans brewing.

If you've been getting those Slayer senses tinglin' 'bout the graveyard gig, hold onto your stakes 'cause The Odeon's gonna be jumpin' too. Within the shadowed halls of The Odeon, a palpable tension lingers, as The First Evil's malevolent design looms ominously over the unsuspecting patrons. In this twilight realm where the line between good and evil blurs, the clash between opposing forces is inevitable, and it's here, amidst the haunting melodies and whispered secrets, that the true test of one's training and arcane talents shall unfold.

 

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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-14 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I will have to give it a try," Jack decides, only about half joking. "Next time I run into some forces of evil. The tea will have to wait, I am afraid." He looks down at himself, in one of his regular suits with only a handful of pockets, and pats at said pockets a little. "I wasn't pulled through the portal with any tea on me. Apparently we will be taken care of, to some extent, but I don't know if that includes tea."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-14 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. I'm taking your word on that." That she wouldn't, you know, end up dead very soon and then he'd end up blaming himself for not doing something or not insisting she get medical attention. "I've got enough weighing on my conscience right now." It might have been an attempt to lighten the mood, but it was gentle, too, and definitely not accusatory.

He offered his arm out a bit, so it'd be easier for her to hold on. He didn't blame her for not wanting to lean on him; he was well aware of how vulnerable it could feel to let someone see how not okay you actually were. He was also aware, up close now, of how suspicious the bite marks on her skin looked. Well...he had heard something about vampires at some point or another since he'd shown up in the cave, so maybe his wild theories weren't really that wild.

Oh. He couldn't remember the last time--if ever--someone had thanked him so sincerely, and he had to look away for a moment lest he let on how it made him feel. It was almost uncomfortable, but only because he wasn't used to this sort of gratitude. He wasn't the sort of person people usually thanked. Usually, people graced him with a fuck you tossed his way, or a raised middle finger, or an actual punch. Sometimes, it made him wonder if he was even capable of doing something genuinely good.

Swallowing, he looked at her again, shrugging off the thanks like this was nothing. "It's Kavinsky," he said. "'K' works, too." Anything but his first name, if only because the one nickname he'd accept for it hadn't even crossed his mind yet. "This is- it's the least I could do."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-14 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Bit of both, frankly, but Jack is giving it his best shot. Finding out what this little city is about seems important for potentially protecting it. "This is my first time here," he admits. "I am, er, new in town. Just moved, still exploring. This seemed like a very popular place."
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-14 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Jack looks a little amused by the assertion that humans were not "designed for combat". "Technically we weren't designed for anything," he points out. "We're the result of millennia of random evolutionary changes. Which is probably why our knees are so terrible."

He's only about half-joking.

"Still, having someone who is designed for combat is probably a good idea, if there is actual protecting going on," he adds. He sighs up at the hotel. "We should probably go in."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-14 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're really good." Quick and graceful, for a man of his stature, he steps into her as she comes off the stage. A hand held out to catch hers and help her step down. Ashley wasn't the sort to be shy or play coy and he had been very obviously watching her. Like he is now.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Ash lingered in her space. Not touching her but it wouldn't take much. He wanted to reach out with his gifts to figure her out, poke around a little. Like her he doesn't. The song lyrics told him enough. Standing this close to her tells him the rest. She doesn't carry the kind of corruption that triggers the wolf to react.
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-14 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you remember where you were before?" That is the part that is throwing him off the most. Ashley knows who and what he is. What he can't seem to place is where he had been before. Feels like a dream he knows he had but can't remember.

That question makes the corners of his lips tick up. He can't help but to think as looks over Kavinsky's sharp features and dark eyes that there is way more to him then what he sees. Young but he's smart. A little dark. Definitely haunted. "Never trust anyone promising power. No one just gives it away. There is always a cost. I heard the whispers but...I don't need power. I have it. What about you, did you listen?"
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-14 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ashley can't help but to snort out a laugh. "Popular or just not as creepy as some of the other places?" Walking around he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that something was very strange about this place. "I'm Ash. Also new to town. Staying at the hotel."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-14 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bored?" He shifts his head to watch her. Hard not to watch the way she moves. "I'm just people watching. Perfect spot for it." Ash stretches his long body out on the couch. Arms over his head as he pops a few joints before sitting up.

Swinging his legs down to the floor he sits up. Eyes follow her direction to the poster and he smirks. "Hate to disappoint, Buffy, but this is my first time in Cleveland. I'm Ashley." A tattooed hand rakes through his mess of hair. "Do you know if Cleveland does in fact rock or is that their only claim to fame?"
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-14 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The way he looked away didn't go unnoticed. Diana would have to make a point of figuring out where that sudden shyness came from, at some point. You know, when she wasn't struggling to stay vertical.

There was time.

Probably an eternity, although Diana didn't really have a sense of how much people could or would interact in Hell. Or how big this place was. Surely, it didn't hold all the souls of the damned. Maybe this was just a particular circle?

She tried to remember her Dante, but it was a little too much right now.

Better to focus on the nice boy helping her, for the time being. "Kavinsky," she repeated. "Is that...Russian?" She smiled just barely. "I'm Diana. Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'"
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-14 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Diana accepted the hand down, even if she didn't really need it. As much as she enjoyed having rights and not being traded around like property, there were days when she missed old-fashioned chivalry.

Just not the corsets.

She smiled at the compliment, just briefly lowering her flocked lashes in gratitude. "Thanks," she said. "It's been a minute." Not to say she thought she was rusty. Diana had many vices, but modesty wasn't one of them. She knew she was good. It was more than she was relieved that she'd been able to find the music again. "And...no to the drink, but I wouldn't mind some company," she continued, clapping her hands together, interlacing her fingers.

What? He was cute. And a music lover. It wasn't like she could just hide from the world.
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[personal profile] exponentias 2024-03-14 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Tara knows, deep in her soul, that she knows this girl, but it takes a long time for her to claw her memories together into something that makes sense. She remembers... strength. The sight of a friend throwing herself from the top of a tower into a portal. A smile covering up so much pain. Someone that stood up to her family for her even when she barely knew her.

"Buffy?" It's said like a surprise, wide eyes confused and lost and then all of a sudden found.

She barely hears Buffy's answer. Cleveland, Ohio, 2024; she'll think on that later. For now, Tara's more concerned with reaching out, fingertips brushing against Buffy's arm and then clinging on like she's an anchor. Is Buffy dead? Is this an afterlife masquerading as Ohio? Or has Tara been brought back? Why? How? Everything is too much, even her thoughts feel like they're scraping the inside of her skull like barbed wire. But Buffy's here.

"I don't know," she finally answers that last question, expression crumpling. "I don't know how I got here-- I know I died. I was gone. I returned to the earth. To magic. But now I'm here, and..." Tara's breath hitches, almost a sob. "Everything feels so wrong. I feel wrong."
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[personal profile] exponentias 2024-03-14 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The smell of tobacco is sudden and sharp, and as Tara flinches away from it, the fire at her hands sparks and flares, burning. She gasps, and as the fire snuffs itself out, she cradles her singed fingertips close, tucking her hand against her chest.

"Sorry," she repeats numbly. Her magic isn't working right; not that she's tried to do anything with it yet, but it hadn't been out of control like that since she was a young teen. But now-- now that she's back, and alive, her body feels wrong and awkward and too solid, and her magic feels like doesn't quite fit right anymore.

Five by five. Something about that sparks a recognition in her, but try as she might, Tara can't think of what it is. Everything is hazy, and hard to grasp, and all she can feel is the chill pavement under her feet and the vibration of the music shaking out through the wall she's huddled against.

"Are you new here?" Tara finds herself asking, the words sounding like they're coming from a great distance. The woman beside her seems so relaxed, like everything is normal. "There was a portal. Did you see it too?"
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[personal profile] exponentias 2024-03-14 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
So. Other people had the same experience; the portal, the cavern, the spirit of slayers. Tara wishes she could piece together what that means, but everything feels so hard to grasp right now -- thoughts grate inside of her head like steel wool against flesh, harsh and painful yet impossible to cling on to. Her body feels wrong, solid and awkward.

Finally, she sinks into a nearby chair. It feels easier than standing, at least.

"Justice and salvation," she whispers, gaze fixed on the carpet. "There were two paths. I think I must have seen someone picking the other path. They were... led downward. We were led here."

To Ohio, apparently. Something about that almost feels funny.

Tara finally raises her head, and does her best to look around the hotel, gaze darting about, rabbit-quick. Are they meant to stay here? It sounds like the guy she's talking to doesn't know any more than she does, but she appreciates that he's trying to help. Maybe they can figure it out together.

"Maybe they won't tell us our purpose just yet." Tara lifts a shaky hand, rubbing her temple. "But there has to be one."
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2024-03-14 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. Not just magic, but not surprised about it, and chill enough to talk about a portal to a stranger despite being clearly freaked out.

"Around here? No. Portal? Yeah. Good and evil, or whatever." She flicks ash off the cigarette, takes another drag. "Kind of an old tune for me at this point, not exactly blowing me away."

She takes a glance at the other girl again.

"How 'bout you, you from here? 'Cuz, no offense, you're not exactly giving me 'local' vibes."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-15 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but- are there a lot of ghosts at your school?" Which implied the bigger question, did murders happen regularly? At least, regularly enough to have multiple ghosts there. He wasn't going to weigh in on social media; he didn't really care about it. Most of his interactions were done by text, after the other person got a hold of his number some way or another. He could see the appeal in social media though, being able to be connected to others or at least feel like you were, talking to people about things.

"The idea of popularity's kind of fucked up, anyway. Like, am I supposed to care if the whole school loves someone? If they're hot or really good at throwing a football or whatever? There's a lot of other shit that's way more important about a person." Like loyalty and dedication and the sort of sense of humor that could make him laugh until, for a little while, he forgot about all of the shit he had to deal with.

"But that's fair; parties aren't for everyone. One of my boys is really into horror movies, actually, gets so fuckin' excited every time it's his turn to pick what we watch on movie nights." His tone was nothing but fond. "They're not what I usually watch, but they're not bad." Which, coming from him, meant he'd pretty much always actually enjoyed the movies Skov picked. Even if Kavinsky teased him sometimes about it; they all knew their friendship was solid.
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-15 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky hesitated. There was a truthful way to answer that, and a way where he'd be able to shrug off the pain right now, as if the question hadn't already brought back the clearest of the memories he'd rather not be in possession of. That's not enough, Ronan had said, and it hadn't just been the quality of the dream that had helped K fill in the gap, to know that he'd really meant you're not enough. Not good enough. He couldn't remember, precisely, what happened after that, though. He knew he'd intended to wake with the dragon, but he couldn't remember actually doing it. Surely he'd been awake when the portal or whatever had consumed him, but it was all dreamy, soft and hazy and unsure.

Eventually, he replied, "Yeah. Fuckin' party of the year, planned it for weeks." It was almost sarcastic, a touch bitter. But, when he continued, his tone was a bit gentler. "You don't remember where you were?"

The other answer made him feel some sort of way. Complicated. Maybe relieved. "Fuck no. I've got enough power; I don't need more." The fuck would he do with more power? It wasn't like it would fill the gaping hole inside of him, the part of him that was desperate for kinship and affection. "Not sure how I feel about justice and whatever else, but at least that didn't feel like I'd end up as part of some fucked up dark empire or something."
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-15 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"About twenty I guess, one less with Dawn moved on." There's a fondness in her smile, focusing on the one ghost to find her peace. At least for a few moments before she realized that she was away from her new friends, and the best chance to get her life back. "They all died in school, who else would be more likely to have some unfinished business?"

The actual number of murders was low, all but one accidents. Tragic, unavoidable, and with so much ahead of them. All with something chaining them to the school.

Maddie stayed quiet at the railing over popularity. The most popular girl at school was Maddie's friend once, when she was eight. Before Maddie sent her packing and stopped being her friend out of fear. So all of that? Was on her. Sleeping with Maddie's boyfriend was on Claire. But all that money and status Claire had she did work for, in spite of also being a messed up basketcase blackmailing teachers and stealing boyfriends. "I hate to say it, but high school is just a huge disaster we survive and move on from."

"And what's you're usual thing for movies?" It was the obvious question, Maddie leaned forward to study him. Considering him from what he said. "So- kung-fu action flicks? Maybe something blood, sex and guns? Or are you about crass comedies about jackasses stumbling through life?"
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[personal profile] wereperrito 2024-03-15 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure if this qualifies as not as creepy as the hotel," Jack admits with a sheepish sort of grin. "Which is where I'm at, too." He look around, then adds, "Not as creepy as the graveyard, though, I will give it that."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-15 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help but look pained for a moment, just a split second, before the expression was gone. This wasn't Ronan hurling Russian at him like an insult, this wasn't someone who looked at him and thought he didn't belong in Henrietta. This wasn't even Henrietta...and maybe that was a good thing.

"Bulgarian, actually. I was born in Jersey but my parents are from Bulgaria, met there, and all that shit before going to the States." He said it casually, easily, like he enjoyed talking about his family in any capacity outside of venting about things. "I do know a little Russian, though." And Ukrainian, and he was more or less fluent in Bulgarian.

"Diana's a pretty name. Fit for a goddess." He smiled, and it both was and wasn't flirting. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, and also because he'd always been interested in various ancient myths, though it wasn't something he usually brought up. "Abel's cool, too. Unique."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-15 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, he felt more relieved than he'd expected he would, when she sat down. He picked the chair across from hers, dragging it a bit closer so it wasn't like they were five miles apart. Four or five feet felt like a more comfortable distance--which he was sure anyone who knew him would find hilarious, considering he didn't usually give a single fuck about personal space. There were always exceptions; this was one of them.

Nodding, he considered things for a moment. "So...if anyone who listened to the promises of power was taken somewhere else, that's really not comforting." He wasn't imagining them as potential enemies, not really, not yet. He could only think about how they might end up as victims, bargaining chips, forced to do things they didn't want to or led to believe they were doing something necessary by...he didn't know. It probably involved shady shit, though. Collateral damage.

Huffing out a breath, he looked away for a moment. "Not sure what I think about the justice and salvation thing, either. Sounds like-" he made a face. It sounded like bullshit, really, but he didn't say that. "-like something I shouldn't make the cut for. Guess I should be flattered someone thinks I'm capable, though."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-15 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"This isn't your usual gig then?" Ash motioned toward the table he had been sitting at before her voice had caught his attention.

"I'm Ashley." Company, he could do that. He hates being alone. Not that he can't be but his nature draws him toward people. Alone he tends to get lost in his thoughts and emotions. "Are you from around here?"
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-15 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Party of the year, huh?" Everything about Kavinsky feels coated in the oily stain of pain. His gift for manipulating emotions lets him pick up on what other people are feeling. He can't read thoughts, he doesn't actually feel the emotion like an empath would. Just knows what it is, especially when it is strong or loud.

There is a quick shrug of his broad shoulders, lips tug down in a soft frown. "I remember where I am from, my life. But, I think I was some place else before here. It's weird to explain...it's like when you wake up and know you had a dream but can't really remember what it was. Could just be a feeling though. Trying to sort it out."

Good and evil, right and wrong, it's all complicated. "Think we're all one bad decision away from being the villain in some one's story, right? What one person thinks is justice another might think is revenge or cruelty." Ash takes it one day at a time, one decision at a time. Lives in that gray area between good and evil knowing there are choices he might have to make that could take him in either direction.

"So, what'll it be, sweetheart? Truth or dare?"
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-15 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"That cemetery has bad vibes, man." He shakes his head with a laugh. "But, I was waiting for those twins from the Shining to pop up behind the front desk of the hotel. I'm still a little worried that I died."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-15 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Selene had spent some time in Russia. Diana had never made it out there, but she had a rather romantic notion of it. Onion-shaped domes and grand parties. It was possible her whole concept of Russia was stuck in the early 1900s. She found the movie Anastasia entirely too romantic. How was it possible for Dimitri, a cartoon character, to be so hot?

It was unfair, somehow.

But she coughed when he brought up the mythology around her own name. "I'm no goddess," she whispered, looking down to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. "I'm no one."

Definitely not at all the Cainite messiah. Not the Abel.

She was just a feather on the wind. Why didn't people understand that?
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-15 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, God no," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I'm from a lot of places, but never the Midwest." She didn't count her stint in Chicago. Chicago wasn't the Midwest. Chicago was its own thing. And a remarkable thing it was, but it had been a long, long time ago.

With a smile, she took a seat at his table, careful to arrange the scarves around her shoulders so that she covered any of the bitemarks that might be visible beneath her neckline. Long sleeves and long skirts covered up most of the mess that was her body, but she had to be careful.

Case in point, when she offered him a hand, it was her left hand. The one that didn't have a mangled puncture wound on the back. "Diana," she said. "Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'"

God why did she keep introducing herself that way? She highly suspected that Grandmother had Conditioned her to do it, at some point. One would think that after being held prisoner for six months, worshipped as 'the Abel,' she'd be so damn tired of that name. Something inside of herself just clung to it.

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