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{Diva appears on the Astral Plane, and if she was looking bad before, it’s a lot worse now. But after what happened at her new "home", it'd be considered a miracle she was even alive. She’s nude, but covered head to toe in blood. Bandages are wrapped around her in certain places, and stitches stand out against her skin where limbs seem to have been reattached.

As soon as weight is put on her feet, she falls, as her ankles crack and bend to the side. She whimpers for a moment, curling in on herself to hold her ankles tenderly, but as her arms protest the movement as well, she finally screams in agonized pain.}

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He's not...here. That..person is in Sephiroth's.....world.

[curses, then rubs at his face and nods] Right, course. ...bloody hell. The hell do you catch a bloke who doesn't bloody exist?

{She cracks a small, bitter smile} Ah..Well, who....who made it...change?

Probably that damn bitch Meredith, or whatever the hell her name is.

...Does she.....come here sometimes?

Not in any way that makes her easy to get a hold of.

I'll kill her. {That statement is punctuated by any soft tones or breaths from the pain of healing, and she's completely serious about it.}

I'll...rip her into...pieces.

No. [gives her a sharp look] I don't care how injured you are, I'll not have you become a bloody murderer for this, you hear me?

...I'm...already. {Grits her teeth as her fingers loop around one of the stitches in her arm and pulls, still growling out those last words as she does}....a murderer.

[frowns tightly] You're not. You're just confused. But don't worry: we'll take care of you.

Do you...know Sam? I think...you two would really...get.....alo {she stops again to finish pulling it out, a large splat of blood coming out with it}

Tyler? He's my DI. I get to deal with the bloke everyday. [makes a face, then grabs one of his flasks and pops it open, offering Diva the whisky] Here.

Whiskey. {She only has to catch a small whiff of its odors to know. Her Chevalier liked to drink. But she does take long sip, not showing any expression to its burning taste. But after she's done, she hands it back.} I always preferred wines...Especially those from...Bordeaux. Of course, that kind of thing...it's really a luxury in places like Russia or during wars.

{She sits up and starts to pull away the bandages. In some places, there are thin seams that quickly recede as her flesh heals itself, but otherwise, you would never have been able to tell she was injured, much less dismembered} No, but the best was...always from Paulliac. Amshel's favorite.

[this is the Guv, ignoring your supernatural abilities, Diva] Wine tastes like piss. Whisky's a good strong drink, not that thin swill. Take your mind off the pain. [gives her a strange look] Pretty bird like you shouldn't be seeing wars.

It'd be better if it could affect us like it does for humans. I can't get...get...I think drunk is the word? It feels nice in the stomach, though. Wine just tastes a little better.

{Sets the unraveled bandages on the ground, starting on the ones around her ankles} Oh, but I've been involved in a lot of wars. My Chevalier even caused a few. The Russian Revolution, World War I, II, and the Vietnam War. Well, the first one, less. But we kind of caused it, I guess.

It's not to get you drunk. It's just to numb the pain, take your mind off it.

[he's reeeeeally uncomfortable with this whole 'human' and 'causing wars' crap, especially in regards to WWII, since he fought in it. well...kind of. spent some time in the national service and all] Another one of those bloody time travelling aliens, then? Is there no one normal in this damn place?

Talking works too. I like talking to people, after all.

Oh, no, I don't travel time and I'm not an alien. I'm 172 this year, and I was born in Paulliac, France in 1833. Ah, but the normal part, I guess not. It's not so bad though. It's not like what I am matters...does it?

...right, well.

People don't live that long, luv.

If they're not human they do. Ah, but I don't know how long Saya and I would live anyways. Not like it matters, I guess. We'll just die when the time comes. But if you don't believe me, then I can tell you things that they dpn't write in history books about famous people~ Like Alexei, his favorite game was tag, but Mama never let him play it because if he got hurt he wouldn't stop bleeding.

Or Martin Bormann, he and Adolf would play chess in the evenings when they got to see each other. It was weird, but they really were good friends. Talking about those places where they sent people, though, it was always awful to listen to. And I really wish I had known who they meant by Mengele before I met Josef. {sigh}

Far as I'm concerned, humans're all that matter.

[and he actually sneers] The bloody hell were you doing near that bastard in the first place? Scum like him don't feel anything.

{Eyebrow furrowing} You don't mean that.

But that was because Martin was my Chevalier. I spent a lot of time in Germany, mostly in Munich, but I traveled the country in the warmer months with Martin to meet people and the soldiers. I never really spent a lot of time with Adolf because I really disliked him. Every time I had to spend time with him, I always ended up arguing.

Why wouldn't I?

The hell's a Chevalier? And at least you didn't like the scum. Don't like the fact you had anything to do with him, though. Bloody bastard deserved more than he got, in the end.

Do I matter to you? {Ignoring the rest because that's more important of a question for him to answer}

What kinda question is that? I care about you like I care about the rest of my city: you're someone to keep safe from all the murderin', thievin', raping scum.

{Sighs a little in relief} Then you shouldn't say that only humans matter to you.

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