[Entry] Vorpal

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

So much death goin' 'round here. S'almost sad.

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[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*looks worse for the wear, hasn't been sleeping much lately* You can fuckin' say that again.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*manages to keep the giggle down, but the smile on her face the way her green eyes flash -- it's definitely sinister* Might have to.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*is not so sleep-deprived that he doesn't notice that she is smiling* ...it's not really funny.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Ya don't think so?

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*looks at her as though he's never seen her before - what is with this new attitude?* No. Not one bit.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Shame. *manages to wipe the smile from her face, though it's still present in her eyes, shrugging nonchalantly from where she's sprawled out on the couch with her guitar* Real shame.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrowing slightly - maybe it's just another nightmare* Yeah. *backs away*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*doesn't notice for a moment before she glances up at him sharply* Hey. Got a question for ya.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*halts, looking rather wary; turns around but doesn't come back* Yeah, shoot.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

It's gonna - it's gonna get rough soon. Real soon. *stops, staring off into space a moment as if lost before her eyes snap back to Mal* I want you to come with me when it's all over.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*crosses his arms in front of his chest* What d'you mean? What are you tryin' to say?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

I just need a yes or no.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*utterly bewildered* But you didn't ask a question. Go with you where?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Go with me home, Mal. When I go home.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*leans against the wall, taken aback by this offer* Uh... wow. I- *swallows; first she acts creepy and now she is trying to convince him to move to her world?* Thank you. I mean, really, thanks. But this is my home now. I'm going to stay here. *hesitates even as he says it - does he really want to live in a place where he is afraid to go out the door?*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*her expression remains blank but there's a vague pang of guilt and remorse deep inside; she turns back to her guitar* Then you're gonna have to burn with the rest of 'em.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

....what?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*struuuuums* Burn.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*so it seems like Vorpal forgot HER meds today ... frowns at her some more and leaves without saying anything else, deeply troubled*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*lets him go without complaint, brooding over her instrument*

[songless-psiren.livejournal.com]

*frowns a little* ...I would say it's more than just "almost"*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Nah, not really. There's gonna be other stuff much sadder.

[songless-psiren.livejournal.com]

*frowns a little more* ......What do you mean?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Lil' burnin' here and there. More shootin'.

[songless-psiren.livejournal.com]

*frowns more, feeling more than a little disturbed* ..................That's a rather pessimistic outlook, don't you think?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Not really, nah.

[songless-psiren.livejournal.com]

...Look, I realize things appear to be going downhill fairly rapidly in this city, what with... serial murders and political unrest and strange dimensional happenings. It's ugly, it's... it's really ugly. ...But... you shouldn't... say things like that!

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Sorry. *sheepish grin*

[songless-psiren.livejournal.com]

....................... *sigh* ...That's alright. I realize we're all stressed.