2nd Heart - A Moment's Rest

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[And here comes Jackie, popping into the Plane and, for a moment, looking rather flustered and perhaps even a little frustrated. In his right hand is a steel fold up chair, and his left hand is just idly twitching by it's own accord. He takes a few steps forward and opens the chair up with a snap, then promptly drops it in front of him. After staring at it for a moment, he sits down and leans forward, taking one long deep breath. Taking a few and holding it in, he leans back and tilts his head upwards, staring straight up and breathes out slowly.]

Better. Much better.

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[madamemoiselle]

Oh dear...Well, then I'm even more sorry about Gene's behavior.

{Hmphs again} Absolutely dreadful. I would advise staying away from it. It's better for your health, really. She makes me angry every time we talk.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Like I said, you shouldn't have to apologize for him.

Keep away from the rude machine that has a habit of snapping to violence. Duly noted.

[madamemoiselle]

I kind of feel like I should, though. That's...Well, that's no better than the TARDIS, I guess.

{Smiles because Jackie is on her side and not the TARDIS's and this is a good thing ♥} Good, good~ Ah, and people here tend to warn about the Masters, but really, I don't have a problem with either one of them.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

The only one that should is Gene Hunt. I appreciate the act, but it's not your apology to give.

[Ah, the Masters. A topic he is curious on] They seemed to have been popular people to warn me about. Any particular reason why they would warn people?

[madamemoiselle]

Right, of course. But...then thank you even more for not deciding to return the favor.

Well...They've killed people here. They killed Sam and Gene. But I beat them, so. Otherwise, I don't really know. When I've talked with him, it's been very pleasant. I think he's...well...Since you kind of mentioned it, more like us, maybe? He's not so horrible as people seem to imply.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

He has you to thank for that. It was my wholehearted intention to make it painfully clear that I didn't appreciate his gift.

So. Kill a person, get a bad rap. [Takes a moment lean forward and rest his chin against his hands.] That so? Well, I've always taken warnings with a grain of salt, I see no reason to change that as of now.

[madamemoiselle]

{That makes her giggle a little} Ah, well don't tell him that. I doubt he would appreciate being saved by a "skirt".

...I guess. Maybe? Not necessarily. But the circumstances of when I killed a few people here, that was different. And no one I've met here has seemed to have heard of me before I introduce myself so...I'm grateful.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

I almost feel like telling him for the sake of his reaction. But no worries. I'd happily not even bother with him.

[Doesn't seem perturbed at all by her confession] Case by case then. That's refreshing, in a sense.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, if you want to see a reaction, see if he remembers the drinking contest we had! He never mentions it, so I think he's embarrassed.

Well, it also helps that it was kind of...an accident, I guess. I kind of went crazy for a little bit because something really bad happened at home.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Drinking contest. I'll remember that. Thanks for the tip.

[Another absent pause. Too bad we ain't got a mind reader around] That's troubling.

[madamemoiselle]

...Maybe. It's never happened before, though. It was...Well, my home changed into a place that I never wanted to go back to. At the beginning of my life, I was an experiment for humans, so it's not something I remember fondly. It was that again, and Joel put something inside me that made me...well, go insane, I guess.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Pauses for a moment, making eye contact with Diva.] That sounds terrible. Disgusting.

[madamemoiselle]

{But Diva doesn't make that eye contact for longer than a moment before she decides the stars are more interesting} It was.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at her once]

Life's a fickle bitch. Packing a crude sense of humor, and an absolute disregard for fair-play.

[madamemoiselle]

I guess so. But even if I'm kind of {(very)} unlucky, then it's alright, I think. I can keep on living.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Turns his eyes away, staring off to the side, seemingly at nothing]

In the end, it could always be worse. You might not have the choice to continue living.

[madamemoiselle]

{That makes her laugh a bit nervously, because...Well, she doesn't. :\} I guess so. But...I do want to live now. After coming here, I mean.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Figures he might have struck a nerve, so doesn't pursue it] Then don't let anything stop you. [A pause]

But I don't think I needed to say that, anyways.

[madamemoiselle]

Right! The people here are all very precious to me, so I want to keep living to see them. It's what I've been looking for, after all. Besides...{Thoughtfully, placing her fingertips together in front of her mouse an idle and falsely innocent gesture}

Nothing can stop me anyways, so.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Lucky girl. You found what you were truly looking for. Now the trick is to keep it close.

[An eyebrow raised. Hello intrigue] Is that confidence speaking, or fact?

[madamemoiselle]

What about Jackie? Have you found what you're looking for?

{With a little smile} Oh, maybe both? There's only one person that can really kill me. Everyone else, well, they can try as much as they want, but I'll always come back to life.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[A slow nod] And then I lost it.

So, you're immortal to all but one person then.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh...What was it? Maybe I can help you get it back.

{Nods} My sister. Our blood, it opposes each other. My blood is poison to her, just like it's poison to me. If our blood mixes, then it turns into a crystal.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[He's become rather silent, Diva.] It's not something that can be found again.

So it's a family thing. What kind of crystal, though?

[madamemoiselle]

...{She tilts her head curiously} Why is that?

...A fragile one? It breaks almost as soon as it forms. The only way to stop it from killing you, really, is to cut off whatever got stabbed with Sister's blood, but...Well, if you get stabbed through the chest like Karl did, then it doesn't matter. You'll die.