Unseelie & Hermoine-net Compass

[huntedby]

[The device turns on--Vanessa looks...more relaxed, somehow. Her hair is down about her shoulders, a bit wild. From the angle, it seems she is lounging on something. Giving a little smile, she stretches, then speaks, her voice a bit more melodic than normal.]

A wise man once said, "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."

I have been thinking on such words. Should we be considered graceful, in the war we make? The battles, the fights...each are bloody. There is something beautiful in it, is there not? In death. In the pale, bloodless wake that is left once life has been completely drained.

[She smiles, a curious, almost mocking innocent look in her eyes.]

Flesh torn, limbs lopped from their owners. The shards dimmed and ripped from chests...and those without becoming fodder for the Void.

Such a trail of dead, all of us do. Such things must trouble your conscious, do they not?

Even if such a thing shouldn't.

[She lets out a sigh, and reaches off camera to grab a glass of wine, before bringing it to her lips, sipping.]

Regardless, I thought I should offer an invitation to strangers and friends alike, to come visit me.

We could have such fun, you and I.

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[digophelia]

[ Alice can't really recall seeing her so... relaxed. The worry on her her face persists as she continues on. Something is so very wrong. It's worth a shot to her to at least ask. ]

Miss Vanessa?

[huntedby]

Hello there, Alice.

How are you doing?

Still going a bit mad?

[digophelia]

[ Alice pauses. She could get very angry at that comment, but she recalls what Vanessa has told her. Even with all she's seen in this world, it's still hard to swallow possession.

Alter egos, not so much. ]

If I ask for Vanessa again, will I be allowed to speak to her?

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[erythristic]

Oh, you do not find yourself alone in such thoughts. In the wreckage of the battlefield, there is a beauty that cannot be extinguished. In the crimson that dyes hands and hearts, that shade of life and death equally, there is something exquisite, tragedy refined to a jewel whose light makes a heart ache for pain that is not theirs.

[there's a faraway look in Grell's eyes as she speaks, a fondness in her words.]

In such things, my conscious is content.

private.

[huntedby]

Such poetry, Grell. I am glad we are of the same mind. I should have known we would be.

[erythristic]

You cannot imagine my joy to know I am not within isolation.

[and she smiles, all sharp teeth and dreamy eyes.]

In any case, it has been far too long, has it not? I do sorely owe you a visit.

[cagedinflesh]

[Oh. Well this is a surprise. Jekyll watches, worry spreading through his chest, anxiety for what he fears has happened if Vanessa is speaking in such a way. He knows this sort of talk all too well, for reasons all too similar, as they both know. He wants to help, but how can he do that when he can't control his own other half.

And it's that other half that forces its way in to reply, with a much different appreciation for her words. Blood red eyes and a wry smile greet her - not that it's meant to intimidate in this case, not that someone like Vanessa, or her demon, is likely to be particularly disturbed by everything about his appearance that is just slightly wrong. Quite the opposite, he hopes.]

Then would you say it would be more beautiful to feel troubled by the blood, or to find the beauty in it for oneself?

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[huntedby]

[Ah, Amunet knows who she is talking to. It is amazing, truly, how many here can understand. All the creatures of darkness. It is a sad thing her beloved is not here to see such things.]

It is more beautiful to find the beauty, of course.

Why be so troubled by things.

we do not struggle like the things that contain us.

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[cagedinflesh]

Such a fine answer, so rare to hear, and yet, is it not too what all must feel deep down? How refreshing, I just knew we would see eye-to-eye.

[He grins. This is the reason Vanessa has so interested him, finally here to be seen and heard. It was well worth the wait.]

Though there is something to be said for watching the struggle of another as they try so hard to dismiss their worser parts, and fail.

[selfimage]

This certainly got morbid quickly.

[ and not at all concerning. no, not at all. something's happening—something's off. (well, admittedly, a lot was off, and more continued to be off, but this was a specific kind of off.) ]

[huntedby]

Come now, trickster. You can't tell me you don't enjoy it, just a bit.

[selfimage]

Another me at another time, perhaps—buuut, it's not really my think. Trust me on that one.

[fuckchild]

[Hell of a philosophical welcome. Way to cut right down to something he's struggled with his entire life.

And yet...]

They're not trouble if they're fucking you over too.

[He made his peace with the life he chose years ago. Mostly.]

[huntedby]

Well....considering what you are.

[Well well well. What do we have here.]

[fuckchild]

[... straight up what the fuck.]

You need to get more specific lady, I'm a lot of things to a lot of people.

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[notavirtue]

[He is, currently, on the other side of the world, wrapping up business in Leathann. That Vanessa appears and speaks as she does is... not good. This wasn't Samhain, so what had gone wrong?]

I foresee very little fun in our future.

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[huntedby]

Funny. Vanessa loses her hound, and gains another creature. You'll fail as he did, though.

Your affection for her can't save her.

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[notavirtue]

[Whatever - whomever - she's making a reference to, he doesn't care. Amunet worked the same way as the Reapers, undermining what one thought they knew, and trying to use personal details against someone.]

Do not think you can twist words to harm me. I would slit her throat to end you.

[fauxdysseus]

[ what the fuck— ? ]

Well, Miss Ives. I wouldn't have pegged you for the bloodthirsty kind. Would seem I have misjudged.

[huntedby]

A pirate is surprised a woman might have a thirst for blood. Considering those you know, I am surprised you are so surprised.

[fauxdysseus]

Beg pardon, Miss Ives — I do not quite recall mentioning either my... profession to you, or my acquaintances.

[ which is disturbing as fuck. Flint is a private man, exceedingly private. ]

video.

[semiurge]

Um, are you feeling okay?

[ Billy would be the first to admit that he doesn't know Vanessa that well, but she doesn't seem the type to start talking like this. It's more than a little worrying. ]

video.

[huntedby]

I'm fine, Billy. Better than ever, actually.

[She grins, but there is something just not right in it.]

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[colecomfort]

[She seems like Vanessa, and yet she doesn't — something is different, and he can't feel it through the locket.

Visit me, she says.]

Everyone remembers the dead. Broken chains trailing behind us, cutting out graves. We cannot go back to fill them in.

Where are you?

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[huntedby]

[Oh, the little ghost, who pretends to be a boy...]

Why would you ever wish to fill them in?

I'd rather walk upon the dead, the blood trailing in my wake.

[Smirk.]

Arachne's Eye. At the very top.

Come, Cole. We should chat.