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[madamemoiselle]

{She appears silently. There's no grand entrance, just Diva sitting on her knees, looking up at the Astral Plane's beautiful sky blankly.

There's a broken sword in her chest. Right between her breasts and straight through her, but she hasn't died and come back to life. She makes no move to pull the sword out. That's because tiny, but bright red cracks are appearing around her skin, turning the skin the color of ash.

She almost wants to cry, but she can't seem to.}

((ooc; Diva is dying, sorry. Unfortunately, there's nothing that can be done to save her, but thanks for trying.))

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[mercwamouth]

...Diva? What happened to you? Want me to pull that sword out so you can regenerate? You are the kind of vampire that regenerates, right?

[madamemoiselle]

...No. Not this time, no.

[mercwamouth]

...Wait, what's that look? I know that look. Are you dying?

Is that even possible? For you? Here?

[madamemoiselle]

{Distantly, looking up to the stars again. The cracks are spreading down her arms until the right arm simply falls off and shatters against the ground into thousands of tiny, ruby-like pieces.}

Nathan betrayed me in the end, I guess.

[mercwamouth]

[Almost says something, but stands silent for a moment instead and then kneels down to face at eye-level]

...How long have you lived?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

173 years.

[madamemoiselle]

What, you aren't happy? I'm disappointed.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not understand. What happened to you?

[madamemoiselle]

Nathan stabbed me with sister's sword.

I'm dying.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You cannot die. You are as the Master. You never die.

[this is the TARDIS' way of saying that shit, that sucks, now she can't kill you herself :/ also, she might just be feeling bad about this]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva just shakes her head with a smile, looking away as an ashen arm falls to the ground to shatter} Then I'm not like the Master at all, am I?

[mercwamouth]

...Did it feel like enough?

I mean, I've only known you for a couple weeks. I only found out anything kind of important about you a few days ago.

And you know what? Even I'm gonna miss you. If you could do that much in a couple weeks, you probably changed your world in 173 years.

So, like, was it all worth it? Now I'm sure you can see it all clearly.

I've died a couple times and when I saw everything I'd done, everything I'd gone through... I felt so overwhelmed by it, but in retrospect, I was also very underwhelmed. Like I wasn't worth it. Like I needed to do more or something. Or maybe that I did too much and I needed to make up for it.

So I guess what I'm asking is, after 173 years, about to die...

What are you thinking right now?

[madamemoiselle]

I guess...That would be nothing at all. In 173 years, ne, I killed hundreds of people, and didn't know what it was like to really be liked until I came here.

{Another crackling sound and Diva murmurs under her breath as a leg starts to crumble} And when it seems like I could be forgiven, a person I loved most killed me.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki is convinced his mun hates him.]

D... Diva-san?

[He tosses away his crutch and runs to her side, reaching for her hand, unable to help her otherwise. It's... it's awful. Horrid. Something Sora might do.]

Diva-san!

[madamemoiselle]

{Very calmly, and she doesn't move at all} It's not something Ikki should watch. Ne, you should leave, really.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

No... no... I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let you go on alone. [He's holding onto that hand like a lifeline, trying to disregard the angry tears in his eyes.] W-who did this?

[madamemoiselle]

Nathan. It was...Nathan in the end. Saya had forgiven me, but I guess Nathan hated me after all.

[mercwamouth]

...

...I was afraid you'd say that.

But you know what? You no longer need to be forgiven. You're about to die. If that's not good enough, there's really not much more anyone could reasonably expect of you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

There must be some remedy. You cannot simply die this way.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He growls through the tears.] I'll kill him.

[madamemoiselle]

I'm not afraid to die, though. Dying isn't so bad. I don't want Sam to be sad, though. Or...no one else.

[madamemoiselle]

I am, though. After looking for something for so long, not even Amshel could find a way.

[madamemoiselle]

{Her expression doesn't change at all, shows no pain, but the hand he's holding simply crumbles into red jewel-like dust, her arm falling away with it} Why?

[mercwamouth]

...Hm. Well, I guess it's like a wise man said.

"What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move with no hope of rescue: Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far (which, given your current circumstances, seems more likely): Consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer."

[Deadpool removes his mask and smiles]