[Having closely watched Annie operate the machine, Susan will set down Rin and get to work. The others seemed busy fuming over Felicia, but there was too much to do to be distracted at the moment.
It is surprisingly painless. The name is highlighted, the bar is grabbed, and Susan, too, plunges into the field.]
[Kanaya reaches out to clutch to Susan's shirtfront for dear life. They are on the other side, now, somehow, her skirt flutters around her legs from the rapid, impossible movement, and for the first time in this entire game she feels like a teenaged girl who just wants to survive clinging to a and heavy with the knowledge that another girl was left behind just because of what she was--
She breathes the air and it's heavy with the scent that could only multiple blood-filled bodies in a small space. She's really here. She doesn't care that she could rip out all their throats; in this plane cultivated detachment dominates her thoughts instead of the afterlife simply inducing carnivorous apathy.
Her eyes looking up at Susan are not quite tainted with tears - she's too physiologically thirsty for that even if the psychological hold over her is not heavy, she'll probably drink water for appearances if she keeps this up - but the distress is intense.]
--There is a lot of babbling about deep topics I want to, but should not, be doing. [Without Kanaya willing it, her eyes linger on Annie for what feels in her speedy undeath like a long time, enough for days of feasting, what she intellectually knows was actually just a non-experienced second. Her composure comes back in the next moment, and she lets go, lowers her arms to clasp her hands at waist level in something like a curtsey, before she quickly shuffles over to the side of the room out of the machine's way because Holy Mother of God this place is crowded.]
I'm afraid we'll have to save all that for a bit later.
[It had been an incredible shock to have opened the doors of the theater and seen everyone staring back, with various expression of hope or despair. Even despite the fact that she had seen Lithuania return from the grave, she had hardly believed that there could truly exist a place where the dead remained gathered. When she had called Kanaya's name, her voice had, for a moment, trembled...
Susan relaxes her grip on Kanaya as well, having formerly been grasping almost as hard as the time she had been dangling from the edge of a precipice. She doesn't dare to take a breath until they are both clear of the field.
She steps aside to allow the next to enter.]
...Go to her.
Even at this juncture, we can't be sure Felicia was telling the truth about our safety in this room.
[At that, she starts flickering like a lighthouse in a hurricane. Hiding her emotional inclinations has never been Kanaya's strong point. Her voice cracks, the only time in the manor her clear enunciation has ever faltered, in spite of the times tears have run down her face.] Thank you...
[Because it is clear in the momentary flicker of her face from the standard expression of "greatest distress imaginable in any timeline" to something very nearly neutral (the way she looked when they revealed the incentive of Week 2, for instance) that, even if blood does not sing arias for her anymore, she is not free of worldly attachments, she can still hear the hymn of the body, and it makes her so damn happy. This game has been an emotional roller coaster and in no way is that more true than with - the girl who took a needle out of her hands and admitted to her she didn't want to die; walked away from a steaming robot and told everyone she was first to "discover" their friend's body. Vampires cannot fly, in Kanaya's world: Rainbow drinkers have no connection to bats, they cannot go high. They only survive supernaturally on whatever life is given to them, arrangng acceptable losses from a cardiovascular system they would rarely receive from anyone in full.
Kanaya turns to Annie, looking for her heartbeat.]
[When Kanaya's eyes alight on her, Annie's inelegantly sprawled on the floor, half entangled with Alice's furious, grieving body. The carelessly swept hair is a fine mess of loose locks and the immaculate, stoic expression has given away to shy wide-eyedness. Naturally, she remembers nothing of the few hours in the theater, but Annie remembers the guilt and the regret, and most of all, the longing.
She certainly doesn't remember crying in Kanaya's arms, and so the way her heart skips that one beat before choking is completely unfamiliar. She swallows it quickly. This is what she's wanted, and now that Kanaya's safe--more or less--she's dumbfounded so as to what to do with it.]
Is this the shock of being alive again, or did you happen to miss me just that much? [there is an odd fondness her dry words can't quite manage to mask.]
The second thing. [She doesn't have to think about it. This is not the first or even the second time she has had to accept the impossibility of continued animation after events generally agreed to make people stop moving. What is much less plausible, to Kanaya, has been all this drama leading to someone actually making the irrational decision to look at her with positive sentiments, to feel pity. If just one person can regard her like that, it doesn't matter if anyone else cares, which is why she has to offer a selfless version of her next message:]
[That wasn't what she said, though, was it? Kanaya has always prided her self on actually paying attention to the diva as a person... She swallows, and repeats herself, quotes exactly.]
[If, beyond the loss of words and the lack of an immediate reaction, Annie feels anything at the revelation, there is no indication of it. The wide eyes only grow larger, her shoulders stiffer with shock, betraying her true reaction to Kanaya's words.]
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Kanaya
It is surprisingly painless. The name is highlighted, the bar is grabbed, and Susan, too, plunges into the field.]
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She breathes the air and it's heavy with the scent that could only multiple blood-filled bodies in a small space. She's really here. She doesn't care that she could rip out all their throats; in this plane cultivated detachment dominates her thoughts instead of the afterlife simply inducing carnivorous apathy.
Her eyes looking up at Susan are not quite tainted with tears - she's too physiologically thirsty for that even if the psychological hold over her is not heavy, she'll probably drink water for appearances if she keeps this up - but the distress is intense.]
--There is a lot of babbling about deep topics I want to, but should not, be doing. [Without Kanaya willing it, her eyes linger on Annie for what feels in her speedy undeath like a long time, enough for days of feasting, what she intellectually knows was actually just a non-experienced second. Her composure comes back in the next moment, and she lets go, lowers her arms to clasp her hands at waist level in something like a curtsey, before she quickly shuffles over to the side of the room out of the machine's way because Holy Mother of God this place is crowded.]
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[It had been an incredible shock to have opened the doors of the theater and seen everyone staring back, with various expression of hope or despair. Even despite the fact that she had seen Lithuania return from the grave, she had hardly believed that there could truly exist a place where the dead remained gathered. When she had called Kanaya's name, her voice had, for a moment, trembled...
Susan relaxes her grip on Kanaya as well, having formerly been grasping almost as hard as the time she had been dangling from the edge of a precipice. She doesn't dare to take a breath until they are both clear of the field.
She steps aside to allow the next to enter.]
...Go to her.
Even at this juncture, we can't be sure Felicia was telling the truth about our safety in this room.
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[Because it is clear in the momentary flicker of her face from the standard expression of "greatest distress imaginable in any timeline" to something very nearly neutral (the way she looked when they revealed the incentive of Week 2, for instance) that, even if blood does not sing arias for her anymore, she is not free of worldly attachments, she can still hear the hymn of the body, and it makes her so damn happy. This game has been an emotional roller coaster and in no way is that more true than with - the girl who took a needle out of her hands and admitted to her she didn't want to die; walked away from a steaming robot and told everyone she was first to "discover" their friend's body. Vampires cannot fly, in Kanaya's world: Rainbow drinkers have no connection to bats, they cannot go high. They only survive supernaturally on whatever life is given to them, arrangng acceptable losses from a cardiovascular system they would rarely receive from anyone in full.
Kanaya turns to Annie, looking for her heartbeat.]
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She certainly doesn't remember crying in Kanaya's arms, and so the way her heart skips that one beat before choking is completely unfamiliar. She swallows it quickly. This is what she's wanted, and now that Kanaya's safe--more or less--she's dumbfounded so as to what to do with it.]
Is this the shock of being alive again, or did you happen to miss me just that much? [there is an odd fondness her dry words can't quite manage to mask.]
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[That wasn't what she said, though, was it? Kanaya has always prided her self on actually paying attention to the diva as a person... She swallows, and repeats herself, quotes exactly.]
Rin said, "we're all still friends."
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