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[dignity_misery]

[The video opens onto the red-gold desert evening, the device rolling over itself once or twice when it falls from its owner. The bulky frame and spiked headgear of a Tusken Raider and a woman are in conflict above. The raider gives an alien sounding squawk, and the woman hisses in reply, catlike and unrestrained, before jerking to the side and bringing her boot down into the creature's leg. Not human, but bipedal and it collapses with a shout. She grabs it by the collar of its cloak while it is still reeling. Her voice is a low murmur, barely audible. It's an intimate conversation, clearly.]

_{Do you see what I still have to take from you, motherfucker?}

[Her smile is sickle thin, eyes dark and heavy lidded.]

_{I can steal from you too.}

[She shoves the raider to the ground, dropping her knee sharply into its chest as she takes something from her back pocket. A razor she borrowed, and it gets pulled across the alien creature's throat when she rips back its hideous mask. It struggles underneath her, but the resistance grows steadily more feeble and groggy.

She stands then, giving the thing a kick to the head keep it down as she reaches over to take up the raider's dropped gaderffii. She heaves it up quickly, and it whistles in the air as she brings it down on the prone figure.

It continues to whistle for quite some time.]

Hah.

[Not a laugh, but a heavy breath of satisfaction. She touches her new weapon to the ground and leans against it, staring down contently at the glistening wet mess she's made.

The last thing she pauses to attend to is to scoop up the razor again, cleaning it off on a corner of the tusken's jacket. It's returned to her back pocket before she walks away, leaving the device behind. She'll be back for it when she realizes it's gone, but the feed will have cut long before then.]

[[ooc; written with ambiguity about her identity in mind. having met her face to face would be conducive to recognizing her. if you're uncertain, feel free to drop me a line. glass city folk are out of luck due to electrical disturbance. action is perfectly welcome from her travelling companions.]]

Comments

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He had been busy pumping bullets into the skull of the bantha accompanying the raider, not to mention attempting to dodge its horns. He's seen Carla fight and kill before, but he manages to jog (stupid, really, in this heat) up in time to see her cleaning his razor off on its jacket and returning it to her back pocket. Good.

There's a nod toward her new weapon. ] Looks better than a baseball bat.

[dignity_misery]

[She flashes him the most excited smile, like she's a child with a new toy. Now that she has the breathing room to do so, she examines the heavy thing, turning it over to run her fingers over the bladed spikes at one end.]

I think I like it.

[synanthrope]

[Saya has taken to hiding almost every inch of skin, except her face, from the sun. She doesn't seem to mind the heat, and she stands on the top of a dune, watching.

The truth is that she hasn't fought a thing, hasn't fired a bullet, hasn't been violent at all, but then Saya's instincts run towards trapping, not attacking.]

[dignity_misery]

[She does well in the heat, but every inch would still be too much for her. It leaves her with a few burnt patches where her skin is exposed, but nothing catastrophic.

The blot overhead is hard to miss when she turns and Carla lifts a bloodied hand to shield the side of her face as she looks back.]

You're kind of a creep, Saya.

[synanthrope]

[Saya also has a hat on. No sunburn.]

Says the woman covered in blood.

[dignity_misery]

I was supposed to play nice?

[synanthrope]

I didn't say that.

[dignity_misery]

Then a little mess is inevitable.

[synanthrope]

Maybe.

[dignity_misery]

[She smiles lazily. The mess was the best part, but that was almost certainly obvious enough.]

And you're just watching.

[synanthrope]

I thought you were enjoying yourself plenty without me.

[dignity_misery]

Hm.

[She was.]

Plenty to go around.

[A whole desert's worth.]

[synanthrope]

I won't deny you your fun. Take them all, if you like.

[dignity_misery]

Thanks. But I'm pretty sure it's no big loss to you.

[synanthrope]

You're right.

[dignity_misery]

Then why stay out here?

[synanthrope]

Why not?

[dignity_misery]

It's inhospitable.

[synanthrope]

I could make the same argument for the safe zone.

[dignity_misery]

You could, the question is why like one over the other.

[synanthrope]

It reminds me of where I grew up.

[dignity_misery]

I didn't think you were sentimental.

[synanthrope]

I would hardly call it sentiment.

[dignity_misery]

If you say so.

[Not like Carla is going to pretend she understands the inner workings of Saya's head.]

action; forwarded

[intheblanks]

[Sound carries strangely in the desert. Deadened and flat across the widest expanses, and curling in on itself where the city's structure has sunken into dunes, vast, absorbent sound-blocks. It's not only space where no one can hear you scream.

Though, where some of the buildings retain stone and glass, there is just enough echo to push the most high pitched of noises past the dull burn of the horizon. Chase has separated from the vehicle that brought him out here, walking to a pre-arranged point, marked out by a landscape that in little over a week has given way to biblical extremes when he hears it. From where he is it sounds like seagulls, reeling overhead. But there's no water out here.

Glancing up at the sky, which in a such a short time can turn the sand from baked to frozen, he sighs and, leaving an X dragged out with the side of his foot, turns to follow the cry.]