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We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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Steve grinned down at Seras.
"Yeah, I guess we do."
Joanna sighed and pressed a hand on the door beside her head, fingers slowly curling into a fist.
"I... I know, I know that most of them are kind and fair. I just... I do not know that I can bear to show myself."
"Yeah, I guess we do."
Joanna sighed and pressed a hand on the door beside her head, fingers slowly curling into a fist.
"I... I know, I know that most of them are kind and fair. I just... I do not know that I can bear to show myself."
"So...are you okay Joanna?" Faro asked.
Previously:
"Hmm. I wish we had spent our free time a little differently. Maybe gone to a movie or something." Seras said wistfully after a while.
Previously:
"Hmm. I wish we had spent our free time a little differently. Maybe gone to a movie or something." Seras said wistfully after a while.
Previously:
Ah. There it is. Should I let her down gently? Heck, do I even need to?
"War is 10% brutality and madness and 90% waiting, I've found. We may have plenty of spare time yet."
Joanna was quiet for a while more before she replied.
"No, I am not okay. I..." She paused again. "I cannot hide in here forever, anymore than I can hide from my curse, can I?"
Ah. There it is. Should I let her down gently? Heck, do I even need to?
"War is 10% brutality and madness and 90% waiting, I've found. We may have plenty of spare time yet."
Joanna was quiet for a while more before she replied.
"No, I am not okay. I..." She paused again. "I cannot hide in here forever, anymore than I can hide from my curse, can I?"
"I hope so. Sometimes I feel like I was never cut out for a life like this. Always saving the world." Seras said as she reclined and stared at the ceiling at the moment. "Do you ever think about retirement?" she asked while turning her head to him.
Now:
"...What are you hiding?" Faro asked Joanna.
Now:
"...What are you hiding?" Faro asked Joanna.
"Retire? Hey, I might be chronologically old, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to call it quits on anything yet. " Steve joked. "it's a hard life, but not many are cut out for it. While I'm able, I have to keep doing what i do."
For a moment there was no response, then the door opened. Joanna stood behind it, and slowly lifted her head to meet Samus and Faro's eyes. The face of the pretty young woman they knew was a desiccated, decaying parody of its former self. Her skin was mottled green with decomposition and pocked with lesions where it had begun to come apart. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken and hollow, her lips thin and colourless. Her wine red hair, though retaining it's colour, hung lank and stringy from her wasted scalp. And although she could obviously see them perfectly and looked from one to the other in shame, doubt and sadness, her eyes that had once gleamed like brilliant emerald lanterns were now milky and clouded with cataracts, the eyes of a corpse.
For a moment there was no response, then the door opened. Joanna stood behind it, and slowly lifted her head to meet Samus and Faro's eyes. The face of the pretty young woman they knew was a desiccated, decaying parody of its former self. Her skin was mottled green with decomposition and pocked with lesions where it had begun to come apart. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken and hollow, her lips thin and colourless. Her wine red hair, though retaining it's colour, hung lank and stringy from her wasted scalp. And although she could obviously see them perfectly and looked from one to the other in shame, doubt and sadness, her eyes that had once gleamed like brilliant emerald lanterns were now milky and clouded with cataracts, the eyes of a corpse.
Previously:
"So that's a no? Never considered what you'd do in the future?" Seras asked. "You're lucky. At least when you get old you'll have an excuse to retire and live a normal life. I guess that's not really an option for me anymore..." she said, looking up at the ceiling again.
Now:
Faro tried to not look startled as he looked at Joanna. "Oh...I, uhhhh...I see. Well...You shouldn't be too worried. You can fix this right? By getting...souls to eat?" he asked.
"So that's a no? Never considered what you'd do in the future?" Seras asked. "You're lucky. At least when you get old you'll have an excuse to retire and live a normal life. I guess that's not really an option for me anymore..." she said, looking up at the ceiling again.
Now:
Faro tried to not look startled as he looked at Joanna. "Oh...I, uhhhh...I see. Well...You shouldn't be too worried. You can fix this right? By getting...souls to eat?" he asked.
After finishing off the robots, Matilda and Sophia headed out of the building and back to the others.
After dealing with the French bots, I had lit up another cigarette and went back into the ship. I had heard some commotion about the Soul Eater. Seeing as how I was the only sensible person here, I went over to see what was going on. And that's when I saw the rotting carcass of the soul eater. It was bound to happen. I always knew it was. I kept my hand close to my gun and loaded it with silver bullets. I didn't take chances. I had a hint of smugness in my tone when I said
"Well, well, well. What a fine mess you got there toots. Whatcha gonna do? Eat one of our souls? Take some soul of who ever you deem as 'Deserving' of it? What Separates them from you, eh? You kill to make your life better, they kill to make their life better. When it comes down to it, you're a murderer. Heck you're worse than them, At least the murderers of the world, give their victim the chance of a nice afterlife. You just take that all away from them. And for what? So you can sleep another day. If you really care about endangering others...Just don't eat. Just wait to go insane and let some one shoot you down. You'd be doing the world a favor."
"Well, well, well. What a fine mess you got there toots. Whatcha gonna do? Eat one of our souls? Take some soul of who ever you deem as 'Deserving' of it? What Separates them from you, eh? You kill to make your life better, they kill to make their life better. When it comes down to it, you're a murderer. Heck you're worse than them, At least the murderers of the world, give their victim the chance of a nice afterlife. You just take that all away from them. And for what? So you can sleep another day. If you really care about endangering others...Just don't eat. Just wait to go insane and let some one shoot you down. You'd be doing the world a favor."
Matilda overheard the others talking about Joanna, and walked over. [color=006d5b]"Wait, what's going on?"[/color] she asked, confused.
I was gonna make a comment about how easy it was to see, what was going on... And then I realized that the dame was blind as a retired explosives expert. I guess that I was gonna break the news, Being blunt was one of my expertise in life.
"The Soul Eater got a bad case of turning into a corpse. The only problem is that she's still walking around."
"The Soul Eater got a bad case of turning into a corpse. The only problem is that she's still walking around."
Faro frowned and walked over to Stone. "You said your piece, so you can leave now." he said simply, glaring at the man.
Joanna retreated back into the room slightly as more people suddenly came into the ship and crowded around, wishing she could simply melt into the shadows. When Stone started up again however, her ruined face creased up in rage and she darted forward, one hand going to her bandolier of knives.
"Bastard!" She shrieked, her sensitivity of her condition stoked into a blaze by its unpleasant exposure for everyone to see.
"Bastard!" She shrieked, her sensitivity of her condition stoked into a blaze by its unpleasant exposure for everyone to see.