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POSTED ON May 27, 2024 23:57:24 GMT

white foam rolls along the shore. waves tumbles towards her and gulls cry overhead. she stands alone, insistent that she needs time, that she must return to her duties, that she will be okay, but both of them know she's lying. a wound she'd thought closed had been carved back open and though he'd done what he could to suture her skin, it will take some time yet to mend.

when she comes around to her messages, she curses herself. her bare feet leave the sand and red wings, made whole, surge beneath her, carrying them towards a house whose resident must be alive and whole.

"ana," she calls, sliding from lyune's back, leaving the dragon to curl lazily in her front lawn (taking up most of the space out there), to come up the steps, ignoring the front door to go around the side.

"ana, open up. ana!"
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She is alive. Very much alive, and tits deep in an emo pop-punk post scene playlist blaring so loud it rattles the glass windowpanes. It’s a good thing she installed good soundproofing.

Whole… well.

Cry your filthy heart out
What are you so sad about?

She’s in the powder room off the kitchen, slatering mud on the wall for a tile backsplash. The smallness of the space amplifies the volume of the music. She should probably be wearing hearing protection.

You think I owe you, you need a lobotomy
I hope you quiver with guilt at the thought of me

As it is, despite her proximity, she does not hear the garage open; it does mean, however, she is right there when three Hoenn starters in a trenchcoat-- Treecko stacked on top of Torchic stacked on top of Mudkip-- bustle up to the front door, and then wobble back, revealing a rather frazzled looking Freya Morningstar.

“Freya?” she asks, words drowned out by the song; she curses and slaps for her phone, smearing putty over its cracked screen (why hasn’t she fixed it yet?) to turn the volume all the way down.

“Hey, boss lady,” she says, pushing herself up to standing, wincing a little at the creak in her flesh-and-bone knee. She wipes her hands on a rag and leans in the bathroom doorframe.

“Ruh-roh. What’s wrong?”

Busy tending to her swathes of hibiscus, taller than an adult human, and the cup-of-gold vines that cling to the house, Mairwen peeks around the sideyard corner, mooing reproachfully at the dragon slumbering in her courtyard.

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POSTED ON May 30, 2024 2:23:09 GMT

most of her anxieties leave her when ana's trio of shiny starters open and stumble - with more grace than they ought to have like that - away from the door, revealing ana. mostly ana. ana 1.5. her gaze drops immediately, of course, to the leg, all shiny and brand spanking new.

and then back up at her.

anger flushes through her, making light lavender cheeks an odd shade darker. then she stalks towards her, snaps her arms out, and yanks her roughly into a hug.

"you didn't wait! i told you to wait!"
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POSTED ON May 30, 2024 2:30:37 GMT

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She puts her hands up in a knee-jerk defense reaction and lets out a “Wha-OH!” when she’s pulled into a hug.

“I got really excited,” she says, by way of explanation, muffled by the top of Freya’s head. Then, a beat.

“Ohhh, no you don’t, missy.” She puts her hands firmly on Freya’s shoulders and pushes her to forearms length. “You don’t get to go AWOL and then show up demanding things of me.” Her tone is gentle, if impolite. “I don’t care if you go off radar but if you’re not gonna be, you know, involved in my life then I’m not gonna wait for you.”

She shakes her head, then pulls Freya in to hug her again.

“Where were you? What god did you fight this time?”

Because it can never be easy, with Freya.

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POSTED ON May 30, 2024 2:58:33 GMT

got really excited is going to be the best explanation freya gets and no amount of scolding, threatening, or appealing to ana's better nature is going to stop her from doing the same thing in the future. all she can change is herself, and be there for her the next time she calls.

so she doesn't protest or try to beat a dead mudsdale, but she does frown when ana turns the tables around on her.

"i wish it were a god," she says, tone flat, more than happy to let herself sink into the comfort of ana's embrace. "have you seen the news? bunch of missing persons over the past few days. we were all abducted and sent out to deep space on a megalopolan ship."

she tilts her head, pressing her forehead to ana's crown, feeling weary.

and i was choked, strangled, misted, misted, misted, misted, misted again, ana, and i can't stand myself, i feel unclean, i feel unreal, i feel not here and too much and there are too many me's inside and sometimes, sometimes i just want you to take it all away, why can't i let you take it all away?

"but we made it back in one piece. i'm okay. how's the leg?"
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POSTED ON May 30, 2024 3:03:52 GMT

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“Nah, I don’t watch the news. Makes me emo--,”

She stops talking because what Freya says is… well.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I’m sure it was absolutely awful, but I’m not surprised in the least.”

Forehead to forehead, she tries to think soothing thoughts.

“One piece doesn’t mean okay, you know. In some people’s case it’s not even preferable.” She swivels her metal ankle in a circle to illustrate. “It’s great! Few kinks. Not the sexy kind. But we’re making it through.” She looks Freya dead in the eye.

“You wanna talk about it?”

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POSTED ON May 30, 2024 3:18:27 GMT

freya doesn't let go, which is unusual for her. her golden eyes are wide, boring straight into ana's, and she thinks, with her lower lip trembling, i kinda love you too. and it's terrifying to think about - that she has enough love to give, enough love that it makes her feel even fuller.

but not in an i'm trapped in my body and can't get out kind of way. in an i am comforted. i am here and you are here and that means something magical sort of way.

ana's ankle turns. freya inspects the leg, not knowing anything of what she's looking at, but everything seems fine. would ana tell her if it wasn't?

"is it terrible, that i want you there next time? when something happens?" she asks softly.
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She squeezes Freya’s shoulder, one thumb thrumming over the tense muscles of the woman’s neck.

“Oh, psh. That’s easy. You get a pass on this one since you were kidnapped in the night by a Batman villain, but next time you ride off to fight god, or Megalopolans, or whomst the fuck ever, just let me know.”

Her hand glides down to the small of Freya’s back to usher her deeper into the house, to where the AC is stronger and the liquor is prevalent.

“Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me, and all that jazz. Skrunkly minions,” she addresses the looming shiny Hoenn starters, who have disembarked their trenchcoat mode, “can you get us some glasses of water?”

They hop like Mario characters and set about scrabbling around the kitchen, neatly stacking on each other when necessary to reach higher places.

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POSTED ON May 31, 2024 22:14:03 GMT

"god, megalopolans, or whomst the fuck ever, got it," she says, even if the logistics might be difficult to explain. although, again, maybe not. ana does have real ids and from what it sounded like before, cygne never made a whole lot of waves to the point where rocket conflict could complicate things.

but what if she ever ran into -

she's ushered inside and with all that she's lived through again and all that she's felt in the past few weeks (all nice and folded up into several days), she drops it. she thinks, i promise. i promise i won't leave you behind, but it feels a selfish thing too.

"you kept the draciary going while i was gone. thanks."

a glass is put in her hands very clumsily. a decent amount of it ends up on her shirt, but she doesn't mind. she snorts, thanks the skrunkly minions, and takes a sip.

"i think you'd have been fascinated by what they were doing, all the nightmares aside. they made a whole space ship out of tera crystals, ana. out of that power and their sheer will."
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POSTED ON May 31, 2024 23:01:38 GMT

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She tsks, reaching for a clean dishtowel (it has a Growlithe sitting amongst Pumpkaboo on it) and dabs at the wetness on Freya’s chest. “Just can’t hire good help nowadays.”

The barstool at the kitchen island squeaks as she hooks one hip into it, listening to Freya speak.

“Oh.”

Her eyes go a little crossed. She knows a lot about doing things out of the sheer power of her own will… but Tera Crystals? Never been her bag. She’s a metalloid kinda gal-- gears and pistons and wire, circuitry and steel. She can't, in her mind's eye, imagine it-- a big chunk of rock, floating in space. Nothing about that said streamlined, futuristic technology. What did it use for fuel? What were its top speeds? What did its tech run on?

“What did it look like?” she wonders, still kinda leaning into Freya’s space. With her metal hand, she gestures in-- a big circle. “Like, from the outside? Was it all… Megazordy? Like everything was smashed together? Or did it look more streamlined?”

She imagined the Super Robot in her favorite show. How all the pieces went together but, when broken up, had characteristics for each pilot.

“Or… you know how they make those rock candy things? Sugar and string? Was it maybe a chassis with crystals growing outside of it?”

She only leaned back then, throwing the dish towel on the counter. "Sorry. It was probably fucking awful and you don't want to revisit it. Minio-- no, you know what. I'll get the booze."

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POSTED ON May 31, 2024 23:17:44 GMT

she picks idly at her shirt while ana goes to clean her up and watches the trio of rapscallions trip over themselves around the kitchen. the rest of ana's house is a low buzz of activity, with bodies moving in other rooms, and it reminds her so much of her home in sootopolis.

it's impossible to feel lonely here.

"we didn't get a good look at the outside. it crashed in - oh, it's in ultra megalopolis. i don't think we'd be able to get back to it easily, but there might be some schematics we can scrounge for in lesser megalopolis. or even in the ultra deep sea with the quaestor lucis."

she thumbs her lip. "the latter might make more sense, actually. tsubaki and i looked around it, but neither of us have your eye."

a small shrug of her shoulders, though she looks relieved when ana mentions booze.

"the ship wasn't the bad part of it. honestly, i could have even handled the incarceration. the traumas, the starvation, all of it. what i couldn't handle was the - " her jaw flexes, teeth gritting.

"you remember what i told you before? when you broke into my hotel room? about the...person i let break me. make me. they did something similar to us." she touches her own arm, presses her fingers just until dimples start to form, watches her skin redden in the slightest. "made us complacent."
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POSTED ON May 31, 2024 23:50:15 GMT

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It’s impossible to feel lonely entirely on purpose.

Kanaya flits from room to room, tidying and making sure all the mischief is managed. Poki and Peabody bounce on the couch watching reruns of Bluey. The roof scratches where Domino and Nevermore roost, passing judgment on all who pass below.

She is never alone. It’s all on purpose.

“Oh, I never even thought of that.”

All her tech has been, thus far, entirely self-designed-- inspired by reverse engineering her Paradoxes, of course, but put together with her own hands, following blueprints from her own mind. The thought of stealing Megalopolan prints made her wrinkle her nose… not from any moral standpoint-- fuck those guys-- but because… it made it… seem a bit like cheating?

Like what she created would be forever tainted?

Then again… she could take their intelligence and run it back on them. Imagine their faces when they got their shit pushed in by a weapon of their own making. But even the brief, gloating glee she got at imagining a Gjallarhorn-style rocket launcher pointed right up Megalopolan ass was… brief. Like their powers-that-be sat around some big, Megalopolan war table, tutting and trilling and talking about how those sad little Hoennites could never do anything original, anything innovative, without pilfering the bones of Megalopolans to grow new, mechanical flesh.

She shook her head so hard her neck cracked. None of that mattered! She was getting way off track, here. Freya was talking about important things.

She squints her eyes across the peninsula and feels anger boiling and writhing within her, snapping jaws and rending skin. She wants to shake Freya until the woman tells her everyone who’d wronged her, but thankfully, Kanaya glides into the room like a phantom, sensing the rancidification of the vibes, and sets a comforting palm on Freya’s back. With a soft, pink glow, she begins to direct a snifter glass out of the ‘nice’ cupboard, regards it, then dismisses it with a flick of her fingers, choosing a martini-style glass, instead.

She doesn’t realize how tight her grip has gotten on the neck of a bottle until it shatters in her mechanical hand, spreading glass across the kitchen floor. Cursing, she sets a neon-pink bottle of sour strawberry vodka next to a black bottle of Tequila Rose, a half gallon of white rum, and some various other fruity things. “Apparently all I drink is white girl shit!” she says, her voice rising to something a little panicked, as she tries to find the broom she stashed… somewhere in this place. “Fuck that! Fuck THAT! Why does this keep happening to you!”

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POSTED ON Jun 1, 2024 1:36:45 GMT

when she talks about it, it's not like she had before, with misty eyes and a tugging feeling as though she's there and back again. it's like she's a mile away, looking at what's happened to a woman she knows less and less with each passing day. she stares down at the indents, at the curve of her fingers, feeling like they're not connected to her.

snapping back when ana's energy shifts and even kanaya's attention seems to shift. freya waves her off, stepping neatly around the broken glass on the floor and over to the assortment of mostly-sugar-somewhat-liquor drinks ana has stacked up on the counter.

"i'm more of a whiskey girl myself," she says and reaches for her wrist on her way to find a broom.

"i don't know why, but it's like you said, right? my too much is higher than most people's, so better it happens to me than anyone else? i'm okay. i'm mostly okay, anyway. being here makes it better.

"knowing you're okay makes it better."
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“I know!” she says, teeth bared, voice laced through with a horrible, high-pitched giddiness. The array of liquor choices is just a mask, a veneer, a metaphor for a deeper problem. Of not being enough. Of being too sweet. Of being too weak. And all at once she’s spinning the situation back in on herself, making it about her, making it about her breakdown and her inability to measure up, because Freya is finding things she’d lost in her house, and Freya is comforting her, and Freya is trying to make her feel better by saying it’s okay that bad things happen to Freya.

And she can’t protect her from any of it, or stop any of it, and now, suddenly, it’s trying to be about her again, the dragon is whirling on her from where she stood behind it poking it with a stick.

No, all of her internal workings scream, no, we’re not doing this again. Whatever defense mechanisms she left in place when she originally went in and overwrote her brain strain at the seams to cushion this blow, to turn this ship, this five-hundred-thousand ton tanker barreling straight for the iceberg, loaded with some freaky sort of memory napalm that ignites on contact with water. It hurts us, it hurts us. She freezes for a moment, swallowing ash in a dry mouth, as her mind crunches into fucking Smeagol, dropping to all fours and fleeing Freya’s bright light.

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. She left that warning there for a reason. She didn’t get rid of it for a reason.

Kanaya glides around the peninsula and goes to a forgotten about corner cabinet. From within, she pulls out a gleaming orange bottle of sazerac rye-- a nine-hundred-dollar bottle, purchased in a genuinely, innocuously forgotten moment for an occasion such as this, such as celebrating the continued living of a friend-- and goes about pouring Freya a glass.

In the time it takes for Kanaya to solve all her problems, her human has reset.

“No,” she says, voice calm again, disaster mitigated. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” She takes the broom and sweeps up the glass into a dustbin. “It’s not better it happens to you, it’s shit. It shouldn’t be happening to anyone against their will.”

Kanaya slides the glass of whiskey around the collection of myriad alcohols on the peninsula to Freya.

“Fuck, man. That’s so shitty, and cowardly.” She leans her chin on the broom handle in thought, small of her back against the counter. A beat, then, brightly, “So! How do we kill them?”

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