Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-13 01:12 pm
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-13 01:12 pm
23} i swear this will not be the end...
[Forward dated to Monday; CLOSED SPAM:SCOTT]
[Just a moment longer.
It's not a lie. She's not breaking her promise...she just wants to make sure they're going to be able to handle it before she leaves.
And so she stays just one moment longer...and another moment longer...
Once she gets home, after her visit with Alrianne (who reminds her enough of Lydia to make Allison love her), she falls into a strange state of being, one where the Barge fades into the back of her mind...little more than a dream, a distant thought carried easily away as things with Stiles get worse. She never truly forgets, not really...there are moments she'll be busy talking to her dad, or the rest of the pack, or she's driving to Derek's loft, and it will hit her like a fist to the gut, so hard she can't breathe...
Then someone will speak to her. A katana will come at her, a bullet will fly, Isaac will smile at her, and it slips through her fingers like water.
The memories don't start sticking until she calls her dad about going after Lydia.
And then she promises herself that she's only going to stay just one moment longer.
She's terrified as she lashes out at each Oni in turn, arrow after arrow and blow after blow. She keeps waiting for it, the killing blade they told her about...she's so close, she has to be careful, she promised she'd come back alive...
In the end, it's not Lydia she dies for. It's Lydia she fights for, like her life depends on it because it does. Because she promised she would live. She's going to hold off one more Oni, knock one more back so maybe someone can get close to the Nogitsune, and then she's gone.
She fights to live for Lydia...and then the Oni is on top of Isaac.
Her hunch plays out, and the Oni is destroyed. Isaac is safe.
They'll be okay...she can go now.
She turns right into the Oni's blade...just as she is about to leave, just as her mind and soul are crying out before the words can leave her mouth, asking the Admiral to take her back...
Get me out of here. I'm ready.
[Scott isn't there when she falls. Instead of pavement in the dead of night, she collapses onto the smooth, dim floor of a corridor on the Barge when the Oni takes back his katana, pulling it out of her body.
She knows the floor, knows the lighting...it doesn't hurt, but she can feel herself bleeding. The cold is seeping in, and the light is getting dark...
Allison presses a hand to her sternum uselessly, trying to make it stop, and lifts her head.
She knows that door...knows that number.
And all at once, she sees with perfect clarity, a way to keep her promise.
It wastes precious strength, but Allison manages to crawl closer to Scott's door, grunting and grimacing as breath leaves her lungs and doesn't return, as the cold continues to spread. When she can reach, she pounds on the lower half of the door, managing little more than a soft thud of a bloodstained fist.]
Scott!
[Her voice is thin and strangled, a shout that comes out as a sigh. She shuts her eyes, gathers what little strength she has...and she tries again.]
Scott!
[Tuesday; Video:PUBLIC]
[When the feed clicks on and Allison's smiling face becomes visible, it's one that's glowing with good health, and something else that's been absent for a long while now: real joy, and something very close to peace.
The infirmary is visible behind her, but it recedes as she speaks because she's leaving it. She's grinning, her cheeks are pink with a lively flush...she's not wounded, sick, or undead.
She is, however, singsonging playfully as her smile grows, splitting her face cheerfully.]
Guess who's baaaaaaack?
[Giggling, she rolls her neck as she emerges from the infirmary and starts walking briskly towards her cabin.]
So! I came home with clothes, new friends...thank you again, Zane! Alrianne is awesome...and a brand new perspective. Truthfully, I feel a lot better than I did...
[She sobers, her stride slowing, and though her features darken just a little, that new almost-peace doesn't leave her.]
...and I understand a lot more about my future.
[She shakes it off, and with a toss of her hair she's smiling again.]
I have some stuff to do, but I'll be in my cabin in about an hour...anyone who wants to drop by and say hello can come see me then. But I'm here, I'm okay...I feel good, and this time I'm not undead.
[Giggling, she waves at the feed...and if her eyes appear to glow for an instant, it's probably nothing to worry about.
Just a trick of the light.
With that, she switches away to filters and sends a few private messages.]
[Beacon Hills Residents Filter]
Don't come see me. I'm not hiding, I'm fine, I'm just gonna hit you all up separately to visit. Got some restless energy I wanna burn off, I need to pick up Duchess from Duke, I want to check on Tig...just let me make my rounds, walk it off, and I'll be there soon.
And to all of you...I'm not sorry for what I did back home? But I am sorry I was such an ass here. I can't say I won't ever put my life on the line for any of you again, but I will absolutely swear that I'm going to work harder to make sure I don't have to.
...I missed all of you. Like, a ton.
[PRIVATE;Duke]
I want to pick up Duchess...but can you be there? Say, meet me in your cabin in ten minutes? I don't just want to grab her by myself. I'll explain more when I get there.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'm home, and I missed you bunches. Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come collect a hug. I need one.
[PRIVATE;Admiral]
Hello, sir. I have two things...first, I need to know if there's any way I can change my deal.
Two...I started some of this before I left? And I finished it up during my infirmary stay last night. It's...well, I guess it's a Christmas list. So...
Tig: A box of cigars. I know he smokes cigarettes, but maybe he can regift them. Also? You know everyone better than they know themselves sometimes...at least I think so. Anyway, back home Tig had a dog. I’d like him to have his dog...that way, Duke can have his dog back. And speaking of...
Duke: I’d like to give him a small case of ammunition with a fleur-de-lis engraved on every shell casing, and some really good alcohol (NO VODKA). I’d also like to give the aforementioned dog, Brownie, some tennis balls, rope toys, and a fabulous new collar. Something with pretty rhinestones, and a tag with her name on it.
Isaac: Some new scarves and cardigans. One set of a scarf and cardigan should have a fleur-de-lis stitched in silver thread. And, uhm...I’d also like some lingerie in my size, preferably black or dark blue. Something kind of...sexy. Let’s put it this way, something Lydia would approve of me wearing. And trust me, this is a Christmas present for Isaac, so please make it pretty.
Kira: a crossbow of her own, with a fleur-de-lis embossed on the stock, with some solid wood bolts. Also a set of her own Chinese ring daggers, like mine, and a karaoke machine. Girl needs to get her sing on more often.
Lydia: She has a dog back home, Prada? I'd like her to have him back. Also? I want her to have a really fabulous pair of shoes. Maybe...Manolo Blahnik. Something in black, maybe boots? Also, an electrified baton, like the one I have. 900,000 volts should do.
Scott: A bunch of new video games, and a portable video game system, like a Nintendo DS or something. I don't know much about video games, but I'd like him to have something he can take with him on ports or something. And some games to go with it. Also, this may be weird...but I'd like to arrange for Scott to have some time alone with Kira. Nothing high pressure, but...I want them to spend some time together. Have fun...maybe lock them in the Enclosure for a night with a really pretty outdoor setting? I just...want to give them a little push together.
Stiles: Some pictures of his mom and dad, framed for his room, and if you can give him the thing I'm about to ask for? I'd like his cabin expanded to accommodate a life size Darth Vader figure.
Jackson: Truthfully, I don't know what to ask for to give to Jackson...can you give him something that will make him happy for a little while? Or just...make him happy? Like, really happy.
Morgana: I'd like you to give her a really nice collection of stories about Robin Hood. Mythologies, fictional tales, any age or time period.
Riddick: a really nice set of cookware, and a case of good red wine for cooking. I want to challenge him to see which of us can make the best beef bourguignon.
Zane: I don't really know how to ask for this...I want to give him a bunch of metal, the stuff he uses to make his powers work? Also a pile of grass and willow bark toys for his rabbits, and a silver arrowhead with a fleur-de-lis on it. They're...well, let's call it a token of friendship.
Steve Rogers: Please get him a new sketchbook, some charcoal and pencils, and maybe even an easel, some canvases, and some oil paints. Oh, and some books on Rembrandt to remind him of our museum visit in Amsterdam. Also, based on some stuff I've heard...I'd like Steve to have his very own Beacon Hills High School lacrosse jersey.
Bucky Barnes: I've seen him in some plaid shirts like Stiles has? I want him to have some jeans and t-shirts, too. I'd also like for him to have a modern day stereo, with some CDs to go with it. Big band stuff, though, things from his own time.
Vergil Sparda: I'd like to give him a bottle of good alcohol...no vodka. I'd also like to give him a leatherbound edition of The Three Musketeers by Dumas. It's near and dear to my heart, and I think he'll enjoy it.
Iris Wildthyme: ...I honestly have no idea what to get the woman who can get whatever she wants, so I'd like to give her three dozen yellow roses, because yellow represents friendship and they'll make her cabin brighter for a little while.
Jerry Dandridge: I'd like to give Jerry a gift...a fulgurite sphere. It was either Lydia or Stiles that once told me fulgurite is made when lightning strikes sand. It's proof that sometimes, when a dangerous and volatile thing is set free, something beautiful and good can result. I want him to think of me when he sees it...what he did to me, and what I'm going to do for him.
And for everyone else I know, stockings full of candy and little things they would enjoy. Also, one more thing...
For everyone on this list except Jerry, I'd like to have baseboards installed in their cabins, made of mountain ash. Not the door jamb, though, leave that free...but if they want to protect themselves, they can just request a small amount of mountain ash from you and put it down on their own.
[Open Tuesday Spam]
[After picking up Duchess from Duke's cabin, Allison visits the cabin of everyone from Beacon Hills in turn, explaining what happened and assuring them she's okay...and each visit makes it easier somehow, settles the newborn beast living in her skin until she's nearly rid of that restless energy, that sense of being on edge and ready to jump at anything.
An hour later, as promised, she spends some time in her cabin, but later she ventures to the dining hall for a healthy, protien-heavy meal, and if she hasn't heard from him already, she'll be prowling the corridors, looking for Tig to check in with him and make sure he's okay.
Aside from that, feel free to find Allison just about anywhere on the ship...either sneaking up on you silently by accident, or with her head lifted in the air, possibly cocked to one side, listening to all the new sounds and breathing in all the new scents that are flooding her heightened senses.]
[Just a moment longer.
It's not a lie. She's not breaking her promise...she just wants to make sure they're going to be able to handle it before she leaves.
And so she stays just one moment longer...and another moment longer...
Once she gets home, after her visit with Alrianne (who reminds her enough of Lydia to make Allison love her), she falls into a strange state of being, one where the Barge fades into the back of her mind...little more than a dream, a distant thought carried easily away as things with Stiles get worse. She never truly forgets, not really...there are moments she'll be busy talking to her dad, or the rest of the pack, or she's driving to Derek's loft, and it will hit her like a fist to the gut, so hard she can't breathe...
Then someone will speak to her. A katana will come at her, a bullet will fly, Isaac will smile at her, and it slips through her fingers like water.
The memories don't start sticking until she calls her dad about going after Lydia.
And then she promises herself that she's only going to stay just one moment longer.
She's terrified as she lashes out at each Oni in turn, arrow after arrow and blow after blow. She keeps waiting for it, the killing blade they told her about...she's so close, she has to be careful, she promised she'd come back alive...
In the end, it's not Lydia she dies for. It's Lydia she fights for, like her life depends on it because it does. Because she promised she would live. She's going to hold off one more Oni, knock one more back so maybe someone can get close to the Nogitsune, and then she's gone.
She fights to live for Lydia...and then the Oni is on top of Isaac.
Her hunch plays out, and the Oni is destroyed. Isaac is safe.
They'll be okay...she can go now.
She turns right into the Oni's blade...just as she is about to leave, just as her mind and soul are crying out before the words can leave her mouth, asking the Admiral to take her back...
Get me out of here. I'm ready.
[Scott isn't there when she falls. Instead of pavement in the dead of night, she collapses onto the smooth, dim floor of a corridor on the Barge when the Oni takes back his katana, pulling it out of her body.
She knows the floor, knows the lighting...it doesn't hurt, but she can feel herself bleeding. The cold is seeping in, and the light is getting dark...
Allison presses a hand to her sternum uselessly, trying to make it stop, and lifts her head.
She knows that door...knows that number.
And all at once, she sees with perfect clarity, a way to keep her promise.
It wastes precious strength, but Allison manages to crawl closer to Scott's door, grunting and grimacing as breath leaves her lungs and doesn't return, as the cold continues to spread. When she can reach, she pounds on the lower half of the door, managing little more than a soft thud of a bloodstained fist.]
Scott!
[Her voice is thin and strangled, a shout that comes out as a sigh. She shuts her eyes, gathers what little strength she has...and she tries again.]
Scott!
[Tuesday; Video:PUBLIC]
[When the feed clicks on and Allison's smiling face becomes visible, it's one that's glowing with good health, and something else that's been absent for a long while now: real joy, and something very close to peace.
The infirmary is visible behind her, but it recedes as she speaks because she's leaving it. She's grinning, her cheeks are pink with a lively flush...she's not wounded, sick, or undead.
She is, however, singsonging playfully as her smile grows, splitting her face cheerfully.]
Guess who's baaaaaaack?
[Giggling, she rolls her neck as she emerges from the infirmary and starts walking briskly towards her cabin.]
So! I came home with clothes, new friends...thank you again, Zane! Alrianne is awesome...and a brand new perspective. Truthfully, I feel a lot better than I did...
[She sobers, her stride slowing, and though her features darken just a little, that new almost-peace doesn't leave her.]
...and I understand a lot more about my future.
[She shakes it off, and with a toss of her hair she's smiling again.]
I have some stuff to do, but I'll be in my cabin in about an hour...anyone who wants to drop by and say hello can come see me then. But I'm here, I'm okay...I feel good, and this time I'm not undead.
[Giggling, she waves at the feed...and if her eyes appear to glow for an instant, it's probably nothing to worry about.
Just a trick of the light.
With that, she switches away to filters and sends a few private messages.]
[Beacon Hills Residents Filter]
Don't come see me. I'm not hiding, I'm fine, I'm just gonna hit you all up separately to visit. Got some restless energy I wanna burn off, I need to pick up Duchess from Duke, I want to check on Tig...just let me make my rounds, walk it off, and I'll be there soon.
And to all of you...I'm not sorry for what I did back home? But I am sorry I was such an ass here. I can't say I won't ever put my life on the line for any of you again, but I will absolutely swear that I'm going to work harder to make sure I don't have to.
...I missed all of you. Like, a ton.
[PRIVATE;Duke]
I want to pick up Duchess...but can you be there? Say, meet me in your cabin in ten minutes? I don't just want to grab her by myself. I'll explain more when I get there.
[PRIVATE;Tig]
I'm home, and I missed you bunches. Are you okay? Tell me where you are so I can come collect a hug. I need one.
[PRIVATE;Admiral]
Hello, sir. I have two things...first, I need to know if there's any way I can change my deal.
Two...I started some of this before I left? And I finished it up during my infirmary stay last night. It's...well, I guess it's a Christmas list. So...
Tig: A box of cigars. I know he smokes cigarettes, but maybe he can regift them. Also? You know everyone better than they know themselves sometimes...at least I think so. Anyway, back home Tig had a dog. I’d like him to have his dog...that way, Duke can have his dog back. And speaking of...
Duke: I’d like to give him a small case of ammunition with a fleur-de-lis engraved on every shell casing, and some really good alcohol (NO VODKA). I’d also like to give the aforementioned dog, Brownie, some tennis balls, rope toys, and a fabulous new collar. Something with pretty rhinestones, and a tag with her name on it.
Isaac: Some new scarves and cardigans. One set of a scarf and cardigan should have a fleur-de-lis stitched in silver thread. And, uhm...I’d also like some lingerie in my size, preferably black or dark blue. Something kind of...sexy. Let’s put it this way, something Lydia would approve of me wearing. And trust me, this is a Christmas present for Isaac, so please make it pretty.
Kira: a crossbow of her own, with a fleur-de-lis embossed on the stock, with some solid wood bolts. Also a set of her own Chinese ring daggers, like mine, and a karaoke machine. Girl needs to get her sing on more often.
Lydia: She has a dog back home, Prada? I'd like her to have him back. Also? I want her to have a really fabulous pair of shoes. Maybe...Manolo Blahnik. Something in black, maybe boots? Also, an electrified baton, like the one I have. 900,000 volts should do.
Scott: A bunch of new video games, and a portable video game system, like a Nintendo DS or something. I don't know much about video games, but I'd like him to have something he can take with him on ports or something. And some games to go with it. Also, this may be weird...but I'd like to arrange for Scott to have some time alone with Kira. Nothing high pressure, but...I want them to spend some time together. Have fun...maybe lock them in the Enclosure for a night with a really pretty outdoor setting? I just...want to give them a little push together.
Stiles: Some pictures of his mom and dad, framed for his room, and if you can give him the thing I'm about to ask for? I'd like his cabin expanded to accommodate a life size Darth Vader figure.
Jackson: Truthfully, I don't know what to ask for to give to Jackson...can you give him something that will make him happy for a little while? Or just...make him happy? Like, really happy.
Morgana: I'd like you to give her a really nice collection of stories about Robin Hood. Mythologies, fictional tales, any age or time period.
Riddick: a really nice set of cookware, and a case of good red wine for cooking. I want to challenge him to see which of us can make the best beef bourguignon.
Zane: I don't really know how to ask for this...I want to give him a bunch of metal, the stuff he uses to make his powers work? Also a pile of grass and willow bark toys for his rabbits, and a silver arrowhead with a fleur-de-lis on it. They're...well, let's call it a token of friendship.
Steve Rogers: Please get him a new sketchbook, some charcoal and pencils, and maybe even an easel, some canvases, and some oil paints. Oh, and some books on Rembrandt to remind him of our museum visit in Amsterdam. Also, based on some stuff I've heard...I'd like Steve to have his very own Beacon Hills High School lacrosse jersey.
Bucky Barnes: I've seen him in some plaid shirts like Stiles has? I want him to have some jeans and t-shirts, too. I'd also like for him to have a modern day stereo, with some CDs to go with it. Big band stuff, though, things from his own time.
Vergil Sparda: I'd like to give him a bottle of good alcohol...no vodka. I'd also like to give him a leatherbound edition of The Three Musketeers by Dumas. It's near and dear to my heart, and I think he'll enjoy it.
Iris Wildthyme: ...I honestly have no idea what to get the woman who can get whatever she wants, so I'd like to give her three dozen yellow roses, because yellow represents friendship and they'll make her cabin brighter for a little while.
Jerry Dandridge: I'd like to give Jerry a gift...a fulgurite sphere. It was either Lydia or Stiles that once told me fulgurite is made when lightning strikes sand. It's proof that sometimes, when a dangerous and volatile thing is set free, something beautiful and good can result. I want him to think of me when he sees it...what he did to me, and what I'm going to do for him.
And for everyone else I know, stockings full of candy and little things they would enjoy. Also, one more thing...
For everyone on this list except Jerry, I'd like to have baseboards installed in their cabins, made of mountain ash. Not the door jamb, though, leave that free...but if they want to protect themselves, they can just request a small amount of mountain ash from you and put it down on their own.
[Open Tuesday Spam]
[After picking up Duchess from Duke's cabin, Allison visits the cabin of everyone from Beacon Hills in turn, explaining what happened and assuring them she's okay...and each visit makes it easier somehow, settles the newborn beast living in her skin until she's nearly rid of that restless energy, that sense of being on edge and ready to jump at anything.
An hour later, as promised, she spends some time in her cabin, but later she ventures to the dining hall for a healthy, protien-heavy meal, and if she hasn't heard from him already, she'll be prowling the corridors, looking for Tig to check in with him and make sure he's okay.
Aside from that, feel free to find Allison just about anywhere on the ship...either sneaking up on you silently by accident, or with her head lifted in the air, possibly cocked to one side, listening to all the new sounds and breathing in all the new scents that are flooding her heightened senses.]
[spam]
Not when she lost so much to it. She lost Scott because of what her mother did, and that just lights new fury in her, eyes glowing gold when she thinks of how she suffered...how her pack suffered because of Victoria Argent...
She's distracted when Duchess suddenly decides to vacate her lap and hop into Lydia's. She sits for a moment, then rises...then hops just far enough to settle into the crevice where their legs touch, and immediately begins her happy chittering.
Allison can't help it: the light in her eyes fades, and she dissolves into giggles.]
I think that's Bunny for 'screw this conversation, pay attention to me instead.'
[spam]
All of the sudden, it's gone, though. And when Allison giggles, she can't help but smile. The only time Lydia remembers Allison being so happy was anytime she and Scott were together, back when they were dating. She wonders if maybe, Allison's sense of belonging has something to do with that strengthened connection to Scott again. But then she remembers her conversation with Kira a few days ago, and she thinks of how devastated Isaac had been when they lost Allison and she doesn't know if that'd be a good thing, or a bad thing overall.
Shaking her head slightly, she lifts her free hand to pet the bunny behind her ears gently.]
Well, she obviously missed you. Mini you spent a lot of time hugging her, after all. She probably got used to all that attention.
[spam]
[Because even as children, with no real memory of each other, they had found each other. She had wanted that stuffy older girl with the pretty red hair to be her friend, and she'd welcomed Allison without reservation. They had been thick as thieves, and Allison found it wonderfully comforting.]
[spam]
I wish we had met each other when we were kids. [Lydia found it incredibly comforting, too. She can easily imagine what growing up with Allison in her life would have been like. She'd have been a much better person much sooner. She wouldn't have been so lonely.]
[spam]
You know, you're...the first real friend I've ever had. [Her voice is soft, confessional, her gaze fixed on Duchess as her cheeks turn pink with the admission.] I've moved so much, I never really got a chance to make friends...parents make other kids invite you to their birthday parties, teachers force the rest of the class to make you feel welcome...
You're the first friend I've ever...made.
[spam]
With a deep breath, she leans her head down on her shoulder and nods a little, her eyes tearing up slightly.]
This might come as a surprise but-- you were my first real best friend, too.
I mean, I had other little girls I knew growing up, but we started growing up and most of the girls I knew just hung out with me because I was popular. And I was okay with that. Then I started dating Jackson and I just hung out with all of the other girlfriends from the guys who played Lacrosse. And most of them were hitting on Jackson half the time we were around them. [She smiles a little.] I hated them.
When you showed up, I was kind of desperate for someone who wasn't gonna try to backstab me the second I turned around. [And Allison did the exact opposite of that.]
[spam]
Shifting, Allison wraps both her arms around Lydia and just holds onto her in an awkward, but perfectly comfortable sideways hug, holding her as tight as she dared.]
Well, I'm glad you were so pathetically desperate. [Grinning, she presses a sisterly kiss to the top of Lydia's head.] Made my first day a lot easier, being besties with the popular girl.
[spam]
But it's Allison and she feels completely safe being herself with her. Just like she does with Stiles and even Scott. Which is what makes all of them so important and irreplaceable in her life.]
I love you. [She sniffs quietly, but she's smiling.]
And I'm really glad you're back.