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intofireforever[Just...screaming. Laura's communicator turned on when she dropped it to the ground, and it transmits shrill screaming that sounds more than a little like Laura's gone off the deep end. She witnessed bloody sacrifices, one of whom was her buddy Miss Parker, and she was possessed. Not just a little possessed, like BOB used to do in order to write to her in her diary, but full-on controlled. She feels raped, and that's not an exaggeration--she knows all too well what physical rape feels like, and it's on par with that, to her. Possibly even worse, because of how hard she fought to stay herself...even letting herself be killed rather than taken as a host.
She's collapsed to her knees on the deck and has her hands tangled in her hair. There are no words...only shrieks.]
She's collapsed to her knees on the deck and has her hands tangled in her hair. There are no words...only shrieks.]
well, a split second before that cap, her face had become BOB's, so...
Date: 2011-01-10 08:12 am (UTC)[She's not even going to try to pronounce the name while she's like this, even though Paddy calmed her down some.]
8C
Date: 2011-01-10 08:57 am (UTC)He wonders vaguely how long he's going to stay lucid.]
Obsidian Blade.
What did it do?
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Date: 2011-01-10 09:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-10 09:21 am (UTC)[And is that all he can do? yeah. wtg arthas. The cold is starting to creep back into his voice.]
All I can say is... at least it ended. You're back again.
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Date: 2011-01-10 09:43 am (UTC)...thanks.