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From:

nastygram

Oh my god, please don't start with the belabored old revolutionary act again. It was nauseating enough the first time, and I can't imagine you've added any really awesome verses to the ol' song and dance.

[She gives an irritated huff at the mere possibility and folds her arm over her body, to grip at her own hip crosswise. Cocks her hip, plants her other elbow on it. Takes a long drag, and exhales.]

Okay, so. What's your deal.

From:

rathercommon

Erm?

[ That's sudden enough that it takes her by total surprise. She blinks. ]

My deal in reference to...what? I thought you looked things up about me.

$nastygram: (C:\misbug)$

From:

nastygram

In reference to your suddenly saggy tits. To this?

[She gestures, with her cigarette, to all of Kitty. The smoke trails after, a z formation that hangs briefly in the air.]

Are you seriously like a hundred and five or is this some kind of friggin Benjamin Button thing.

From:

rathercommon

[ Actually offended - ]

My tits aren't - Ugh!

[ She pokes involuntarily at her chest. Goddammit.

She takes a breath, and braces herself. ]

Magic. I used to look like what I looked like the first time we met, but I traveled across - to the Other Place, the world of spirits. And that - [ She gestures to her face. ] Had effects on me.

[ She gestures to Darlene. ] Now you.

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

[Um. Darlene lifts her eyebrows, pointedly, as she sucks at the end of her cigarette. She waits till Kitty concludes with that before she exhales.

First things first:]

Okay, what the hell are you talking about.

From:

rathercommon

[ A noise of frustration, and she drums a heel against the bench behind her - an incongruously girlish gesture from a woman of her appearance. ]

I've told you that my world's got magic, right? That we're ruled by magicians? Magicians are people who keep spirits enslaved. So those spirits decided to rise up and try to overthrow humanity - by which I mean they ended up trying to eat all of humanity. I was there when they started their revolution, and I watched how they killed people, and I decided that this needed to be stopped before they murdered everyone in London. So I needed allies. Other spirits less bent on murder. So I did a ritual that brought me into the world of spirits, to ask for help. Which - when a physical being crosses into the world of spirits, it destroys them physically. I lost a lot of my life essence as a result of crossing over.

[ I probably won't have a lot longer to live - She swallows that down. Because, one, it's a little too sad, and two, it'll probably just make Darla advocate for immediate total revolution while she still has time left. ]

Anyway. We stopped them, they managed to murder the entirety of the government of the British Empire before they were stopped, new government in place. Does that make a bit more sense?

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene actually listens, her attention punctuated by long contemplative drags on her cigarette. When Kitty finally finishes her info dump, she flicks her thumbnail against the end of her cigarette, knocks off the ash.]

No. But, whatever. You're balls old now. Spirits, blah blah blah, I get it. I bet you can't do your magical 'Face/Off' thing at home, right?

From:

rathercommon

[ Puzzled, she reaches up to prod a bit at her face. ]

Face off? My face stays on. [ Then, recovering a little of her bravado - ] Mostly. I could shamble around as a faceless horror if you'd like.

[ Anyway. A shrug - ]

But - no. It's a power the Porter gave me here. Back home, I'm just...like this. Though not entirely human there, either, I think.

Edited Date: 2016-09-16 06:31 pm (UTC)

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

[She exhales, loudly and wistfully.]

Oh my god, you are seriously so lucky you come from a world without Nic Cage. I mean, there's craptastic movies? And then there's Nic Cage.

[Opinionated as always.]

Do try out the faceless horror thing sometime though. Maybe on TV if you can. So-o-- [Subject change, sort of--] when you said you were on a vacay, you also meant that you get to be young and hot here too. Instead of ancient.

[Fairly:] Makes sense.

From:

rathercommon

That's -

[ Her lips compress with alarm. ]

That's not it. It's - Looking like that is just so that I can - be effective. That's all. I'm not that shallow.

$nastygram: (C:\facetime)$

From:

nastygram

[Interrupting:]

And still get some d.

From:

rathercommon

[ Tartly: ]

I could get that no matter how I looked.

$nastygram: (C:\rude)$

From:

nastygram

[Darlene rolls her eyes heavenward.]

Please spare me the details of your granny furry sex life.

From:

rathercommon

I wasn't going to give you any details. Though now I'm tempted, just 'cause I want you to suffer.

$nastygram: (C:\killerpoke)$

From:

nastygram

Wow, good to know that you're cool with torture.

[She blows a stream of smoke in Kitty's direction.]

From:

rathercommon

[ She issues a too-cool shrug in Darlene's direction. ]

Good to know how low your threshold for being tortured is.

Anyway. I really mean it. I'd decided to fuck off from politics back home, too. When I didn't have the ability to change my appearance.

$nastygram: (C:\runic)$

From:

nastygram

Nice. 'Cause they'd probably have made you retire if you'd tried to keep going.

[Way more chill than her previous assessment of Kitty's situation.]

From:

rathercommon

[ She widens her eyes at Darlene, an expression of annoyance. Partly because she's irritated at that attempt to downgrade her agency - and partly because she's irritated at that knock against her ego. She didn't want to serve the government, but that doesn't mean she isn't a little proud of having been asked. ]

No. They asked me to sit on the Council, actually. It was my choice not to.

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From:

nastygram

[A look in return. She takes another drag on her cigarette, Too Cool for Councils.]

From:

rathercommon

Ugh.

[ She scuffs her heel irritably against the ground, mouth twisted up bitterly. She asks herself, more than she asks Darlene: ]

Why am I telling you anything?

$nastygram: (C:\fenceposterror)$

From:

nastygram

Probs because you don't have any real friends.

[She flicks ash off her cigarette again with a serene smile.]

And you have just been waiting to tell all this to someone who actually wants to listen to it. Or at least someone who puts in enough effort to get it out of you. People spend tons of time making neurotic confessions to a therapist for similar reasons, but if you tell your friends-- [""""friends""""; they are not friends] --you're not swallowing the pill of bitter lonely shit that is paying someone to give a crap about you. Bonus if it's on facebook so you can show your pathetic ass on blast.

Plus I really did want to know.