Allison Argent (
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-07-30 03:10 pm
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006} recalled to life (or 'tis a far, far better thing i do...)
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[Allison is still deathtolling in the infirmary, but she has her comm and she's not afraid to use it. It's been about two days: she hurts like hell, she's pale, and even after being resurrected from the dead, there's been a lot going on.
She's got a lot to do, and she faces it all with the brightest smile she can manage as the feed shows her, still in bed, and features still tight with pain she's fighting to hide, radiating from the puncture wound that stole her life...the wound that's no longer there.]
So...was that what you guys call a port? Because that...sucked. And not just because...[She falters over it, because regardless of the ship's metaphysical mechanics, there's something so wrong about saying it, enduring it...returning from it.]
...because I died.
[Drawing a shaky breath, she hides a wince as she goes too deep, tests her recovering body too much.]
I just wanted to let everyone know I'm here, I'm okay...and that anyone from Beacon Hills is on notice. If you know Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, or Scott McCall? Check in with them if you see them. Have they eaten, did they sleep...and if they haven't, make them. As soon as I can walk, I'm getting out of the infirmary, and it's going to be business as usual.
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Seriously, I'm fine, guys. If you don't take care of yourselves, I'm punching everyone. No exceptions.
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Check in, you guys. I just want to make sure you're holding up okay.
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Hi. [Her smile is less bright, wearier and tighter with discomfort, but it's very genuine.] I'm still stuck with this...death toll thing...but I at least wanted to introduce myself. My name is Allison Argent, it looks like I'm going to be your warden temporarily.
[Allison is still deathtolling in the infirmary, but she has her comm and she's not afraid to use it. It's been about two days: she hurts like hell, she's pale, and even after being resurrected from the dead, there's been a lot going on.
She's got a lot to do, and she faces it all with the brightest smile she can manage as the feed shows her, still in bed, and features still tight with pain she's fighting to hide, radiating from the puncture wound that stole her life...the wound that's no longer there.]
So...was that what you guys call a port? Because that...sucked. And not just because...[She falters over it, because regardless of the ship's metaphysical mechanics, there's something so wrong about saying it, enduring it...returning from it.]
...because I died.
[Drawing a shaky breath, she hides a wince as she goes too deep, tests her recovering body too much.]
I just wanted to let everyone know I'm here, I'm okay...and that anyone from Beacon Hills is on notice. If you know Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, or Scott McCall? Check in with them if you see them. Have they eaten, did they sleep...and if they haven't, make them. As soon as I can walk, I'm getting out of the infirmary, and it's going to be business as usual.
[VIDEO, Pack Filter]
Seriously, I'm fine, guys. If you don't take care of yourselves, I'm punching everyone. No exceptions.
[VIDEO, private to Needy and Duke]
Check in, you guys. I just want to make sure you're holding up okay.
[VIDEO, private to Vergil Sparda]
Hi. [Her smile is less bright, wearier and tighter with discomfort, but it's very genuine.] I'm still stuck with this...death toll thing...but I at least wanted to introduce myself. My name is Allison Argent, it looks like I'm going to be your warden temporarily.
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[She slows down a bit, calming more as she tries to think.]
Lydia was looking for you, by the way. Did you two ever meet up? Oh, and actually, that's not what a port is. You leave the ship during the port. This is...I think this is what they call a "breach". When the ship changes.
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Hi. God, I'm glad you're okay...and I'm sorry I didn't check in more. How are you--
[Allison froze, realizing what Needy had said.
Lydia had been looking for her.
...Jesus. Jesus Christ, she'd known. Did her powers work when the dead were coming back to life? They must...
Allison was going to have to talk to her later.]
Lydia was looking for me? Or did she say she had to find me? There's...sort of a difference.
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I'm starting to realize it's a flaw commonly found in heroes.
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Technically that were an incursion from the other barge. Ports are usually more fun than that.
Well, except when they're terrible and everyone dies, of course. This your first one, Allison lovey?
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Yeah, first time. I've, uh...being dead is probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Since it wasn't permanent or anything.
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She screws her eyes shut, waiting for the ability to think, to breathe, to return to her, then opens them when she trusts herself to answer him.]
I'm in the infirmary. [She's a little breathless, but her voice is still strong.] I don't actually need anything...just my friends looked after.
[She pauses...then peers into the feed hopefully, looking suddenly younger.]
...and maybe some cocoa? With marshmallows? Maybe they have some in the dining hall?
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I'll do what I can. [Though Duke is unlikely to go out looking for them right now, he'll do what he can to take care of her friends if he finds them.
"Cocoa with marshmallows" is an invitation to extravagance as far as Duke is concerned. He is a restauranteur and a smuggler of fine goods including foodstuffs.] Got it. Anything else?
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It's not any easier, though. So she chooses to reply with voice and make it quick, so she doesn't have to put that much effort into pretending.]
Someone is going to show up at my doorstep with a plate full of carbs and I'm gonna be really mad at you.
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I don't care, you need to eat...why are you hiding? Switch on video, are you okay?
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I have people to do my punching for me in my hour of need.
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So, I take it this changes often, just days ago it was a strong warrior woman named Kara.
I am told the tolling is quite the irritation, so I hope a quick recovery for you then.
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[She speaks with a gentle sort of pragmatism, sincere but not overly earnest. She's a hunter, he's in her care...She's going to protect him.
And she's also going to help him while she has him. He doesn't seem overly chatty to start, so she sticks with practicalities.]
Are you okay, after all that? [The concern in her haggard features is genuine as she peers into her feed.] No injuries, no problems...nothing you need? My friend are wardens, too, I can ask them to lend a hand until I'm up on my feet again.
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Allison, correct?
There was - certainly a Stiles who was looking for you. At the time.
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[She trails off with a curious frown. Something about the voice is nagging at her...]
You guys meet during the, uhm...breach thing?
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[Please excuse him, he is doing his best to not get pissed. Which mostly translates to blandness and a hard expression. You're not allowed to die, Allison, that is one of the things you are NOT SUPPOSED TO DO and the fact that she's breathing again is about the only thing keeping him from actively freaking out.
He's calm okay. He's fine. This isn't a big deal he doesn't have any obligations to her and she doesn't have any to him. He has to take a deep breath because she's not Dawn and projecting is not useful. But he's fine.]
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[She has a little bit of experience with that hard, controlled face herself, though, and she's touched by his concern, so she's less casual and her tone gentler as she continues.]
I'm okay, Tig. I promise...it's just pain, it'll get better. What about you, are you okay after all that?
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