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*BEEEP*

It seems that Neopolitan still isn't managing to master the fine art of caring to be properly sociable. Still, the inbox does work, and she's known to respond fast enough, if she likes someone. So, at least there's that?

(OOC Note: 99% of all replies will come in the form of Text Messages unless Neo has a strong reason to send video messages. She might send pictures, but she prefers text.)

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[threelayers]

An eye for an eye, since even if you know she'll be back?
You're still screaming inside because the pain is the exact same as if it were final and neither of you came back.
And you just want them to feel the same kind of pain that you felt in that moment.

So you do something stupid by asking to lose yourself to corruption so you turn your brain off.
That way you can actually go through with a fight that is essentially complete suicide to try for vengeance.
Or to at least die with her and both of you be gone until you come back from the dead.

Or if you're equally lucky stay in death together.

I hit that note about right?

[to her credit the only way she got that one in one if she got it right at all? She had basically gone through that kind of pain at some point, but Anna knew that.]

[hauntedsavior]

I know you know why I did what I did.
I need to you to know why you shouldn't keep doing it.
Because she came back first, and she left me, and now it was all for fucking nothing.
I went through all of this and I came back with nothing but an empty bed and bronchitis.

[it's a strange thing about getting everything you think you ever wanted. nobody warns you what it costs.]

I don't want any more killing in my name. I don't want anyone else to die for this. I don't.
I need you to understand that.

[threelayers]

Wait, she left you? What the hell?!?
Fine. Fine, I'm willing to step back from this. I'm willing to not go and throw myself at it.
But just know that I don't like doing that, and I really don't like doing it with a friend.

But.

I'll yield, ok? I'm not chasing after what's his name.
Because I think we both know I can already figure out this is about him.

[hauntedsavior]

John.

His name is John.

Thank you for backing off. I know it isn't easy, but... when it comes to John? Meat, meet grinder.

[threelayers]

Keep in mind? His power level isn't my concern.
I pissed off Salem something fierce in my world, and she's basically a demigod and unkillable.
So, it really isn't the fact that he could snap his fingers and make me go gish.

I'm backing off because of you, Anna.
So, this is me making a promise to you that I won't initiate a fight with him.
Won't promise not to call him a son of a bitch, though.

[hauntedsavior]

Oh, let's be clear here, NP.
I might be fighting off the remnants of getting my organs exploded, but I'm still going to make his life fucking miserable.
There are things so much worse than death.

I just need some time to recover first.

[threelayers]

Oh lovely, we have ourselves a class project.
You ARE reading me on this one, this time around, you got it?
At some point you're bound to need some basic muscle.

Even if you don't actually use me.

[hauntedsavior]

You think so?
I was thinking just making him sit down and listen to a concert of songs about whoever the hell Annabel Lee is to him.
It's a tragic poem so it's probably something important to his grown up theater kid ass.
And something about me must hit home the same way, if that's the name he accidentally called me before he killed me.
What were you thinking for your half of the project?

[threelayers]

OH! We're going the petty revenge route?

Yeah, I can definitely help out there, but I probably have to actually know more about him.
Other than his fetish for creepy skeletons, which is basically all I know.

Who's Annabel Lee?

[hauntedsavior]

When actual vengeance fails, I employ the ancient rite of being a little fucking bitch.

Annabel Lee is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, a lamentation about a dead loved one entombed in a sepulchre in the sounding sea. The tragedy of losing a love that is more than love, a love stronger than many far older, than many far wiser. It's a monument to the power of undying love even when one person has gone. It's a tragedy.

I called Kainé that, once.
"Neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee".

[threelayers]

I keep hearing about this Poe guy.
I really ought to read some of these stories of his one of these days.

{She'd get a kick out of the Cask of Amantillado, really.]

Speaking of her, is there anything that I can do to help there?
Or is this the sort of thing that can only be healed with time and patience, if it can be healed at all?

[hauntedsavior]

I'd offer you a book, but I threw it into the sea because it put a curse on me.
Never Mind might have one that's not cursed. If it's called From the red cliff of the mountain, do not fucking touch it.

[the second part gets her. she doesn't know the answer. she thinks she has an idea, but there's no way to be sure. she sighs and her lungs feel like they're sizzling when the air comes out of them.]

I haven't even tried talking to her yet.
I'm going to give her time. I don't even know where she is right now, but I just hope she's safe.
When she's ready -- when I'm ready, too -- we'll talk. Probably.
I hope we will.

[threelayers]

I'll make a note of that particular book as a no no.
Magical books and I have a very bad history, after all.
Remind me to tell you about "Dig" sometime.

I hope so too, but that might be the best approach.
If she's pissed off at you that you went and did this she might take a while to cool off.
I don't know how much of a hot head you usually date.

[It's Kaine, so...]

[hauntedsavior]

Haha.
Funny joke.
I've never been interested in someone who can calm down easily. It's my curse.

When she's ready to talk... I'm going to explain it to her one time.
And then I'm going to let her sit with it.
And I'm going to wait for her answer.
That's the advice someone else gave me and I think I'm ready to stick with it.

[threelayers]

So, again. I don't know her well enough to say for sure?
However, that sounds like an approach that is taking into account her nature and at the same time?
You're still pro-actively trying to apologize and let things be on her terms in the end.
So, I definitely hope she can see that.

[hauntedsavior]

I hope so.
God, I really hope so.

I can get used to living alone again if I have to, but it's going to hurt worse than dying did.

And I know that's very "do you think because you're a lesbian it makes that any less pathetic?" of me, but here I am anyway.

[threelayers]

Anna.
You're in love with her.
I think you're entitled.

Be just a little dramatic with me.
It's not like I don't mope around on the beach my fair amount.
So, trust me that I get it.

[hauntedsavior]

Jesus fucking christ, dude, when I read the note she left me I just broke down sobbing.
You'd think not having a heart anymore would make the heartbreak hurt less.
It's miserable. It fucking destroys you.
I hope it makes sense that I decided to do the stupid bullshit I did after I saw her die if this is what actually living without her in my life is doing to me.

[threelayers]

It makes complete sense to me, just how much you'd want to destroy him.
He hurt someone that you love so much that your heart aches, whether or not it's in your chest.
It blinds you so the only thing you can think of is ending his existence.

And I would assume she 'gets it' in that yes, she understands that.
But at the same time? She might not want you to take crazy chances with your life.
And when our hearts are involved? Sometimes we do crazy things.

I hope she can understand.

[hauntedsavior]

I disrupted our peace. I did it.
I mean, like, I think personally that John's stupid fucking friend did it, but I think I already know that Kainé's gonna see it like I did it.
And she's right. Ha. God, she is. If I'd just waited five fucking minutes she would be back in my arms right now.

You always hear stories about people who die for love.
You never hear about the ones who choose to live for it.
If she gives me a second chance, I think that's going to be the story I try to tell.

[threelayers]

The story of someone who deep down is ready to die for love
But when you come down to it, you sacrifice that part of you that wants to cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war
And you shut that part down, and keep living for them even though you feel wrong somehow.

But you're giving every day for them?
Yeah, uh, that's kind of an insanely romantic thought. Just saying.

[hauntedsavior]

Haha, well.
Maybe I'm a romantic.
Maybe I'm an overly dramatic bitch, too, which is why I'm not gonna SAY any of that stuff to her, because I don't want to scare her off.
But she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and if she gives me this second chance then I want to be my best for her.

She deserves that.

[threelayers]

Those two are definitely not exclusive, I know that much.
But yeah, take it one step at a time so you don't scare her off in the process right now.
I hope you get that second chance, Anna. I really do.