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realityshifted2009-02-22 10:03 pm
madamemoiselle) wrote in realityshifted2009-02-22 10:03 pm
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{Diva appears on the Plane, wearing a white Ao Dai. Or, rather, it was probably white at some point. Now it's caked with mud (and perhaps dotted with a bit of blood) and soaking wet. On each of her shoulders, there's a bamboo pole with a large, heavy looking crate on each end.}
Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.
{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}
But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.
{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}
It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...
((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))
Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.
{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}
But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.
{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}
It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...
((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))
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[he's said what needs to be said, what he could rely on DI Tyler for, and now Sam doesn't know quite what to do. At least after Agito died, Sam was able to argue with Gene. Arguing is easy and natural and something, not an inaction. Not Diva waiting on his next move.]
You'll come to me after you talk to her?
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{A pause, and she stammers something that sounds like a mixture of languages. She's not sure what she wants to do or say, so she goes with her oldest knowledge of an apology, of trying to please someone else.} I'll do anything that Sam wants.
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I'm not Amshel, Diva.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know what it is that I should do.
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You don't have to do anything like that, Sam.
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You'd be facing life imprisonment under British Law. Even in '74.
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If Sam wants to do that, then that's fine.
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[rubs his forehead]
Remember to talk to me after you talk to her. And I'll have to go see her. Maybe have a word with one of the Doctors...
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{She nods slightly}
I will. I promise.
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The Guv'll want to do something drastic, so I won't tell him. He doesn't need to know.
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[turns his eyes to the sky, not in an appeal to God he doesn't believe in, but perhaps in some echo of it]
You should probably get those crates to the people who need it.
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