Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-07-30 03:10 pm
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-07-30 03:10 pm
006} recalled to life (or 'tis a far, far better thing i do...)
[PUBLIC VIDEO]
[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.
[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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I'm starting to realize it's a flaw commonly found in heroes.