Emory's Reaping

Jan 31 22:06:23 <Dexanote> Emory Vriska is in a black void, feet planted on the ground.
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Jan 31 22:07:29 <Liebe> She grunts and shifts her weight.
Jan 31 22:08:31 <Dexanote> "An' who are you?" A face fades into view, a jagged smile and leering eyes. The arch of a tall scythe is reflected in the flames.
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Jan 31 22:09:50 <Dexanote> "Yor not tha metal mage."
Jan 31 22:10:53 <Liebe> She shifts a little. "I've been a lot of things, but never one of those. Are you the Grim Reaper or Satan?"
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Jan 31 22:12:50 <Dexanote> "I'm a Grim Reaper." Shank tilts his head, and the scene bleeds into view. Where are we? "An' who might you be?"
Jan 31 22:15:36 <Liebe> A clean, sterile, hallway. Men in uniforms and fatigues and labcoats walk through and past each other like ghosts, which they probably are. White flourseceant lighting. "Emory Vriska. She glances down the hall, at a door there.
Jan 31 22:16:53 <Dexanote> "Mm. Vriska… You know Tau, then." He glances at the door, motioning for her to go ahead. His form is indistinct and smoky, but with the flickering eyes like swamp gas.
Jan 31 22:19:01 <Liebe> "I suppose. Knew her is hard to say when the time I've spent with her could be reckoned in hours." She clicks ahead, walking through several people. "Did she know you?"
Jan 31 22:21:41 <Dexanote> "Yes. 'urt me a coupla times, too. Kept to 'erself, mostly." he follows after, drifting quietly. "What brings you 'ere?"
Jan 31 22:23:55 <Liebe> "I imagine I'm dead, unless I mucked up the shot and this is a fever dream as the VX turns my brain into a formless mass." She pauses in front of a door.
Jan 31 22:24:34 <Dexanote> "Yor dead, yes."
Jan 31 22:25:03 <Dexanote> "Very dead."
Jan 31 22:25:18 <Liebe> "Ah."
Jan 31 22:25:55 <Liebe> She smiles.
Jan 31 22:26:00 <Dexanote> "I'd say exceptionally dead, but that'd be a bit too far."
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Jan 31 22:31:45 <Dexanote> "Whaz tha smile for?"
Jan 31 22:32:07 <Liebe> She walks through the door and looks tiredly at the physical copy of herself (much younger) sitting at a desk with a pen and a single sheet of paper. "I just know this memory."
Jan 31 22:35:18 <Dexanote> Shank quietly glides in, looking at the woman in the desk. "Whaz all this…?"
Jan 31 22:38:05 <Liebe> "Earlier. Much earlier in my career." She steps over behind herself and looks down at the sheet of paper…and the small little animate girl moving on the sheet.
Jan 31 22:39:07 <Dexanote> "Yor different."
Jan 31 22:39:52 <Liebe> She doesn't answer. Past Emory smiles geuinely as she draws a simple room for Cassey.
Jan 31 22:42:14 <Dexanote> Shank circles; these kinds of things aren't for him to understand. he doesn't give a fuck, rather.
Jan 31 22:42:54 <Liebe> A bed, a book shelf, a cabinets and drawers, a window with shaded sunlight going in.
Jan 31 22:44:16 <Dexanote> "You were happy, weren't you?"
Jan 31 22:46:04 <Liebe> Emory - both of them - watches the little 2D woman bounce around the room and explore for awhile, and then the room goes back to the black void as Dr. Vriska snorts. "Happy? At one time, I suppose. Happy was a dangerous emotion in the Foundation." She shakes her head. "Barred from Zero Eight Five contact for frivilous experiments."
Jan 31 22:48:20 <Dexanote> "'m sorry to hear that." He looks out the window, leaning on the Scythe. "Course… yor not with yor Foundation anymore."
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Jan 31 22:49:34 <Liebe> "Mm. Why don't you show me Hell, reaper? I've been dying to visit." Emory looks up at Chainshank, murmurring her first bit of humor in 30 years.
Jan 31 22:50:14 <Dexanote> "I don' know if yor going to Hell, Missus Vriska."
Jan 31 22:50:21 <Dexanote> "I neva know."
Jan 31 22:51:31 <Liebe> "Hm."
Jan 31 22:51:50 <Dexanote> "S'always yor journey. I only show you which way to start."
Jan 31 22:52:51 <Liebe> "Let's get moving, then. I've got a lot of walking to do in that case."
Jan 31 22:53:55 <Dexanote> The room bleeds away, swirling into a road. It's an urban road, huge, featureless skyscrapers towering over the two. No cars, no people.
Jan 31 22:54:51 <Dexanote> "Les' go then."
Jan 31 22:55:23 <Liebe> She puts her hands in her lap coat pockets and starts walking with her head down.
Jan 31 22:56:42 <Dexanote> They walk quietly for several minutes. The city's so clean. So lonely. "Where d'you wanna go, Mrs Vriska?"
Jan 31 22:57:47 <Dexanote> "You said ya wanted to see hell."
Jan 31 22:59:13 <Liebe> "I am curious, I admit. I wonder how the devil stacks up to the monsters I knew."
Jan 31 22:59:54 <Dexanote> "Well ya gotta kinda specify which devil yor talking about…" He taps her on the shoulder and points to their right.
Jan 31 23:01:36 <Liebe> She looks.
Jan 31 23:02:40 <Dexanote> Between the towering, empty ghost buildings stands a very small, ramshackle, modest train station. A ticket booth to one side, and a set of stairs going to a platform underground.
Jan 31 23:03:59 <Dexanote> The scarecrow holds a small paper ticket. "One way ticket, anywhere you want. S'yor call. I'm sure if ya look around long enough you'll find a devil. I don' know meself."
Jan 31 23:04:16 <Dexanote> "You don' need to go home but you can't stay 'ere."
Jan 31 23:05:04 <Liebe> "Good to see the afterlife has the same rules as pubs." She takes the ticket and looks at it.
Jan 31 23:06:29 <Dexanote> It's unreadable. Like trying to read something in a dream. "Yep. Kinda a universal law, there."
Jan 31 23:06:34 <Dexanote> "Funny how things work, mm?"
Jan 31 23:08:08 <Liebe> "Mm." She looks up at him. "I don't owe you anything, do I?"
Jan 31 23:10:14 <Dexanote> "… No." his gaze meets hers for a moment, then turns to the station. "Jus' don' squander it."
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Jan 31 23:12:19 <Liebe> She rises her eyebrow slightly. "Well. Regardless. Give my grand daughter my best if you ever see her." She turns and slides off to the station.
Jan 31 23:13:52 <Dexanote> He watches her leave, quietly listening for the train to leave. Once it's gone, he sighs, and vanishes. Goodnight Emory Vriska. Say hello to Malacoda for us.
<Liebe> Emory smiles jauntily as the train departs and she takes an empty seat. Hell, huh. She wonders faintly if the Catholic devil needs a day to day adminstrator. Maybe he's hiring. Something to keep her mind off things.