All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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[herotypical]

They're not the nothings. They're the everythings.

[ they're why she fights. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

To you, perhaps. You're mortal.

[To Grell they're simply forgettable records to be put away.]

sd;klsjdf hit enter too soon.

[herotypical]

...I don't think mortality's the catch, here. I've known immortal-types on both sides of the fence to care a whole lot about the everyday joes.

[ she should stop talking. she knows this. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Have you now? And what sort of 'immortal-types' are these?

[herotypical]

Vampires.

[ curt. unornamented. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Well, that would explain it. You lot are their bread and butter. Of course they would be interested in keeping you alive.

[herotypical]

[ and there are two who are heroes -- champions in their own right. but she doesn't care to indulge grell with information about her past lovers. ]

Bread and butter hardly counts as nothing -- even if it's in the not-so-great category of attention.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell shrugs, not quite remembering that Buffy can't see it.]

Oh yes, the love of a gourmet for the hand-fed poultry and swine they shall dine upon.

Although if I hear correctly, there's no love lost between you and them, hm, Buffy?

[herotypical]

Being the woman in charge of dusting them kinda doesn't do wonders for my PR amongst the fanged crowd, no.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

I mean from you to them, my dear.

[She climbs to her feet with more difficulty than she likes to admit, biting back any noise to indicate pain.]

Or am I wrong to assume you despise their kind?

[herotypical]

They're soulless, murdering, evil-loving demons. What's not to despise?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, glib as always when you don't wish to tell the truth.

[She steps away from the bars and her voice grows distant as she gets back to bed.]

You did say you knew them on "both sides of the fence," hm?

[herotypical]

There's only two on the other side. Hardly counts as a whole lot.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

But still soulless, murdering, evil-loving demons, are they?

[herotypical]

Two vampires in all the history of all vampires ever. Only two of them have souls. It makes a difference.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

So they're not all soulless, hm?

Interesting...

[She starts tossing pebbles at the wall to punctuate her words.]

How. Very. Interesting.

[herotypical]

Is it? Gee, after the first I figured it was just a little cliche.

[ glib is the word of the day. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Aren't you in a mood.

[She throws another pebble at the wall, hard enough to make it skip and bounce off into the hall.]

[herotypical]

I'm a jailbird in a sick and twisted experimental lab prison. I'm entitled to be in whatever damn mood I feel like.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Hmph. And here I was only hoping for a bit of conversation to pass the time. I have been here for a week already after all.

[Feels longer. So much longer.]

[herotypical]

Oh. That's rich. You're actually hoping for a conversation?

Why? Why would you even want to talk to me?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Because, dear Buffy, despite you only speaking to me for some two-faced reason, I actually spoke to you because I found your company agreeable.

[herotypical]

...It wasn't all two-faced.

[ there was the first time. word association. ]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Just mostly. Yes, that makes it so much better.

[She sighs and tosses the rest of her handful of pebbles at the wall.]

It must be grand, being able to decide who has the right to live in the village and who doesn't.

[herotypical]

...I never claimed to have that right. Never. Stop putting words in my mouth. It's really, really unappreciated.