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[madamemoiselle]

{Today, Diva tows along a few unusual items with her to the Plane. She appears sitting in a plain chair at an equally plain table, which isn't that extraordinary, but on the table sits a variety of items. There's a small book (opened to pages on cleaning burns), a large bowl of water, bandages, and towels.

Diva herself is wearing the unusual outfit (for her) of jeans and a t-shirt, with bandages wrapped around both of her wrists. For anyone that knows her, they might assume that the bandages are just for show, but as she unwraps the bandages carefully until raw, bloody flesh is revealed underneath. The blood, of course, is black. Her expression stays absolutely cold and focused all throughout, but as she hesitantly dips her hands into the bowl of water, she can't help but gasp, bowing her head at the pain.

Thanks, Mu! But Diva will be delicately trying to wash the burns she got trying to stop Hei from breaking shit.}

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Will you promise me that, then?

[didorothy]

Promise you what?

[madamemoiselle]

That you'll get to know her better! I mean, if you've known each other for almost a year now and you don't know her as well as you'd like...I should hold you to it.

[didorothy]

I didn't think it would matter to you.

[madamemoiselle]

Well...She cares about you. I've seen that. So I think it would make her happy.

[didorothy]

Do you like her?

[madamemoiselle]

I do! She's...Well, she's a very nice person. I haven't told her why her blood is black yet, honestly, but that's because it's nice to talk to her. So...that would kind of ruin the conversation.

[didorothy]

She'll find out eventually.

[madamemoiselle]

And I'll tell her, don't worry. It's just a bit odd to be in the middle of a pleasant conversation and then say "oh, and by the way, I killed you", you know?

[didorothy]

I wouldn't know; I've never had to do it.

[madamemoiselle]

{Way to make her feel guilty}

I guess that's a good thing, though.

[didorothy]

[he may or may not be still somewhat upset about the rape thing.

And by 'may or may not' I mean 'is.']

I--I suppose if the Master forgot, I would.

[madamemoiselle]

...What do you mean, Sam?

[didorothy]

If he forgot why his blood what black, I'd know what it's like to have to tell someone you killed them.

[madamemoiselle]

...You killed the Master? Really?

[didorothy]

[he thought he told her! so now he does that thing where he goes 'oh whoops']

To save Gene. Months ago. I thought you knew.

[then again, he hadn't been verbose on the matter...]

[madamemoiselle]

{You know, actually, he started to tell her once then...I dunno got sidetracked. wtg sam}

No, I didn't. Ne, I mean...It's not like I think you of all people would need a reason, but isn't that dangerous for you?

[didorothy]

I was lucky he didn't tear my throat out the second he woke up, if that's what you mean.

[madamemoiselle]

{;_;}

Sam...

[didorothy]

It was stupid and I know it. But I... I had to save Gene, and I wasn't... it wasn't premeditated, anyway.

[madamemoiselle]

No, I understand, Sam. You don't have to justify it to me.

{She smiles a little}

But...Is he trying to hurt you or Gene in any way?

[didorothy]

There isn't much that justifies murder.

[Sam pauses]

I don't know. He didn't.... he killed--[Sam ducks his head] Before the... zombie Nazis invaded Manchester, Gene had died. The Master had killed him again. But he hasn't touched me.

[madamemoiselle]

He won't touch you.

[didorothy]

Don't even think about it.

[he knows your Murder Spree face by now!]

[madamemoiselle]

I'm not going to hurt him, if that's what you're thinking. Not without an...active reason, anyways. If he points a gun at Sam, I won't let him fire, that's all~