Nightshift 33: F-A Block Hallway

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

[Coming from here.]

Max didn't slow down or even pause to look around her as she slipped out of her hall and headed onwards, a determined expression on her face. If anything was stupid enough to pick a fight with her right now, she'd be more than happy to oblige it.

[Going here.]

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[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget scrubbed at his eyes. He didn't want her to be angry. Anger led to unpleasent things he was guessing. Diva seemed to be unstable and ... and hurting.

He sniffed and rubbed his eyes again. "I'm crying for you," he said softly. He did not deny that he cried over Kagura, but this wasn't a lie either.

"You're angry and sad," he went on. "But you're not crying."

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

“That’s a lie,” Diva said automatically. If she wasn’t first, if she wasn’t the reason, then it was a lie. And how could she forget? The sound of his weak blood pounded in her ears, a constant reminder that her blood had not wiped away all of the humanity to be found there.

And humans didn’t cry for Diva. Only at her.

She continued on her way to the door, ready to leave. “You make me both angry and sad,” confirmed the Chiropteran.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Now that made Bridget angry. "It is certainly not a lie," he said. "Even if you believe it to be so, I still feel sad for you. You're alone, aren't you?"

With a shrug, he brought up both of his arms to hug Roger. "And I make a lot of people angry and sad. I'm used to it." It was true after all. He took a step after her.

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

“Because you’re not right,” came the firm reprimand. Everything was going wrong, even things that couldn’t possibly go wrong. She wasn’t impressed with any of these results. “I don’t care what you were. You’re supposed to be new now.”

A previous life, previous actions, they were all unneeded and unwanted when a human became a Chevalier. Diva didn’t care about what they’d been. What mattered was what they’d become--one of Diva’s Chevaliers--and what they would do from then on.

This one… this thing… he couldn’t even recognize the changes in his own body? Unbelievably impossible. Unfair. It wasn’t right at all. Diva examined her palm, where the bleeding had stopped, but remained wet with a fresh injury.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

"Well," Bridget felt he should add. "Maybe that's not my fault either. This place hurts everyone in it..." He frowned suddenly, a smell coming to him that set the hair on the back of his neck standing.

"Are you still bleeding? May I help? I don't have any bandages... but you could use my shirt."

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

Not his fault? A human certainly had no power over her blood, and nothing was her fault. However, Diva couldn’t keep on hating faceless men and nameless obstacles; some of her anger had to be dealt with by people of the here and now.

She probed her palm absently with a thumb, letting more of her blood trickle over her skin.

“This blood is supposed to bind us together forever,” was all she said.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget frowned again. "I'm sorry," he offered. "I'll stay with you though." A small smile crossed his face and he tried to look encouraging. "Even if it didn't work like it was supposed to," he went on, not certain it hadn't actually worked, "I'd still like to be your friend."

It was a start, and maybe he could figure out what was happening...

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

Turning on her bare foot, Diva looked over this silly boy, and thought now she had somewhat of a decision to make. She’d let the last one go, but… kill this one or not? She didn’t even know why he was, only that he was.

Fully comprehending what this could mean was too much for the Queen, as she was not someone who was thwarted often. That was all in her past.

Yet, he was smiling and saying things like ‘friend’. Her Chevaliers came to learn that there was no such thing with her in time, with Amshel’s guidance. Excluding everything, every little thing wrong with these two new Chevaliers of hers, if they had been born normally, she still would have had to deal with her creations on her own. Explain certain things, demonstrate others. Things that Amshel had done for her.

She couldn’t make up her mind on what to do now that Kagura was gone.

“That’s good. I never said for you to go.” They were like toys, to her. They always had been. She summoned and dismissed them when it pleased her. Even this broken toy of hers.