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[sangreine]

Okay... this is strange.

[Saya glances over her shoulder, then focuses on her device with fair alarm.] First the waitress this morning told me I must have a hollow leg whatever that means, and then when I tried to stand up my leg was all weird. [She reaches down and thumps on it, and it produces a lovely echo.]

Then someone asked if I felt under the weather and... [She pans the device up to a very dark raincloud that appears to be localized only in the few square feet above her head.]

What kind of a curse is this?

((OOC: why, a Simon Says curse, of course! Saya must follow all "orders" today, with everything being taken literally. Be horrible to her please!))

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[worldofourown]

[ His shoulders lift mock-nonchalantly, ]

I often find, sweet Saya, that I make you angry simply by breathing. [ He steps closer, his gaze darkening a shade, ] But I wonder....

Would it jog your memory if you saw yourself as you were in Vietnam? Hair streaming around your shoulders, splattered in blood with your sword at hand?

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[sangreine]

[In the second between realization and change her eyes go wide, and then her neck bends against her will and she does see it. But more than that, she can feel the still-warm blood dotting her face, taste a coppery tinge.]

[It feels like forever, but in reality it's only a split second before she screams.]

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[worldofourown]

[ She transforms, and his pupils dilate. Impossible not to stare. This is Saya, the ur-Saya, the original seed that spawned his obsession, his idee fixee with the blood-splattered face and those terrible red eyes. She had figured into each and every one of his lurid fantasies while sitting on medical gurneys before and after Amshel's experiments, as the fluorescent lights beat down on his already softened brains. Filling him with hatred and lust and desperation in turn. Atrophying his sanity, yet keeping him alive. ]

[ When she screams, he smiles at her, a smile that is all sweetness, but which has an edge of cruelty. ]

Is it really so bad? After all, this is you at your loveliest. At your truest.

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[sangreine]

[Saya hasn't time to consider what she thinks of that view, nor even for the words to register. There's only so much her mind can take at once, and this eclipses everything else in one messy second.]

[Like a puppet with strings severed, she crumples.]

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[worldofourown]

[ Karl's glee deflates the moment she collapses. Like a cheated child, he grits his teeth and glowers at Saya's motionless form, half-waiting for her to revive. ]

[ No response. ]

[ Grumbling to himself, he approaches her sidelong. Stoops to gather her up, not particularly tender, but with a clear touch of possessiveness. She always always does this. Give him a glimpse -- maddening, tantalizing --of her true self. Then retract it like something's hit a secret Reset button in her, reverted her back to a dithering weakling. ]

[ Soon. It's a mantra of sweet promise as he sweeps her off the streets. Soon. ]