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]

[ "We are the same, her and I."

It's starting to feel like she's speaking to another Queen of Hearts. Alice promises she won't become enraged, not like the last time. ]

I don't care if she is, I'm merely stating fact. The mind is more resilient than others believe.

[ Something has to be there to rouse Vanessa from her mind. Something. Something to pull her back into reality, but what? ]

And I don't care if she's lied, she is my friend.

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[huntedby]

But is she yours?

Or does she only pity the poor little mad girl.

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[digophelia]

What purpose do you have holding her, anyway?

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[huntedby]

[She sighs.]

I do not hold her. She is me, I am her. She just has yet to embrace that idea.

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[digophelia]

The other half of what may be. But yes, you do, you hold her. You may have your occasional influences, but you're more than a mere shadow.

You will not succeed.

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[huntedby]

Have you ever thought that perhaps she is the shadow?

I came first.

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[digophelia]

Without her, I'm sure you would be nothing. So, then, what difference would it make who came first?

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[huntedby]

I'll always be born again. No one can say she will be.