015 :: voice/action

[prosopopoeia]

[Cue some very colorful French curses which involve the many various demons of Hell and a number of their body parts. Also,]

I am going to skin the next cat I see.


[[ooc; Delacroix is out for her morning jog (although why would you do that when you reap no cardio-vascular benefits? haaabit, that's why) and has been forced to chase after and hug eeeeevery cat that's crossed her path \o/]]

Comments

[candothat]

Do not blame the animals for what the City does.

[And, because he has not spoken to her since the dreams--]

Are you well?

[prosopopoeia]

I do not notice zhem any other day, per'aps zhey should stay off my path.

[Arch and exasperated, but truthfully not all that literal.]

I am perfectly fine, but for a few scratches.

[Aka dead? Up with dead people?]

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[worldofourown]

What did the cat ever do to you?

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[prosopopoeia]

Do not play ignorant.

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[worldofourown]

Allergies?

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[prosopopoeia]

Zhey are a nuisance.

[MUCH LIKE SOMEONE SHE KNOWS.]

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[worldofourown]

Fleas?

[ALWAYS AND FOREVER.]

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[prosopopoeia]

Zhey are filthy animals, yes.

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[worldofourown]

Shall I get the matches and lighter fluid?

[They can kill cats together!]

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[prosopopoeia]

Be quiet, Karl.

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[worldofourown]

No need to be shy.

I hate them too.

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[prosopopoeia]

Do not even think to compare us like zhat again.

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[worldofourown]

No comparison at all, Ms. Delacroix.

[S M I R K.]

You are human, after all.

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[prosopopoeia]

How astute.

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[worldofourown]

Ah, forgive my lapse of observation:

Undead human lately, correct?

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[prosopopoeia]

Your gloating ees disgusting.

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[worldofourown]

I've never apologized for myself, Mademoiselle.

Cats eat mice. Chiropterans eat humans. It is merely the law of nature.

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[prosopopoeia]

Such apologies would be meaningless.

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[worldofourown]

Exactly so~

[candothat]

Perhaps the deities let them in.

[For some reason, Marie, he doesn't believe that you are entirely fine.]

I am sorry about your dreams.

[prosopopoeia]

I would not be surprised. Zhey do like to make a nuisance of zhemselves.

[As for the rest of that... Sigh.]

I am more sorry you were forced to see zhem.

[She's never really fine. She always pretends otherwise.]

[candothat]

I wonder sometimes if the deities are powerful children who enjoy teasing their toys.

[With the utmost sincerity:]

That was not your fault, and if you would like to talk about them, I have learned that discussing nightmares can lessen their severity.

[prosopopoeia]

Zhat ees all any god is.

[She thinks of SHODAN, another worry constantly gnawing in the back of her head.]

Truly, Chekov, I do not know what I would say.

[She had made a similar offer to Sephiroth, once upon a time. She does not doubt he felt much the same in hearing it.]

Zhis is not a burden zhat need be yours.

[candothat]

Maybe, if you believe in gods.

[He listens, carefully... tries to find a response that won't encourage her to shut out help in the future, should she want it.]

If, someday, you know what to say--

I think that it is easier to carry the burdens of others than your own.

[prosopopoeia]

I do not. Divinity ees a fantasy. Power ees a reality.

[The power to have the very world around them as a toy.]

I am certain you are right. Should I think of a few words, I will remember.

[candothat]

That, from what I have seen, is true.

[There are beings like that at home, or so the books say. Beings powerful enough to appear as gods.]

Yes, thank you, Delacroix. And if you require assistance on your projects, you can tell me that as well.

[prosopopoeia]

Hm. Yes, I know you are very capable, Chekov.

[That's about as close to affectionate as she's able to get.]

[candothat]

Thank you.

[That is a lot like approval; Chekov thrives on approval, especially from people he admires.]