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Briseis [The Iliad] (notaspoil) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-09-23 17:58:00

Entry tags:

!dice, !plot, briseis, {abed nadir

WHO: Briseis and Abed Nadir (!dice)
WHAT: Floating...
WHERE: The Observation Car
WHEN: Sunday Evening
WARNINGS: None likely, will update if necessary
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing

Well, at least Achilles' knife came in handy. She had been rather disgusted to see that it had shown up here with her, even though she had been cleaning it just before she arrived here. The blood and other fluids that were staining the blade had to come off, and the knife itself polished before it was to be used as a prize in his funeral games. And it was disgusting. But...

Now she had a sharp, polished blade, made by Hephaestus himself, and it was coming in quite handy at finding the small little notches in the metal - in the door frames, mostly - where it could find a grip and allow her to pull herself along that much further. And it's metal, forged in the Olympian's forges, wasn't about to break at the pressure of her rather insignificant weight. So maybe that kidnapping, murdering bastard was good for something, after all.

She'd managed to make her way from her room to the observation car with a slow but steady pace, and had stabbed the knife through her jeans (that were far too big, and therefore had a good deal of spare fabric through the legs) and into the sofa. And...for the most part, she was staying put. She couldn't stay here forever, she knew, because eventually the knife would cut all the way through the fabric, but for now, at least, she could take a rest.

But still, as much as she wished she could put her feet down and walk on solid ground, she was quite content to be here on the train. Floating was better than being passed around to men as a prize of war, respected little more than a horse (if as much). Here, at least, her autonomy was respected.

She gazed outside, and a triumphant sort of smile crossed her lips. She had prayed to the gods so many times for freedom from that torture - and now, it seemed, they had finally listened.

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triplecool
2012-09-27 01:50 am UTC (link)

Abed smiled, but only slightly. In the company of strangers, he often had trouble telling whether people were laughing with him or at him. It was usually a safe bet to just smile.

Reading her response, he finally started to feel relaxed, and his smile widened a bit as he started typing back.

You never know. You look like a classic princess, but you could be a Badass Damsel. Besides, I’m really pretty weak. And I never doubt the power of a woman with a knife.

Achilles, Olympus, Hephaestus... Foreign words, words that kind of rang a bell in Abed’s head, but not quite. It sounds like a story, he typed. Like a really old story. But hey, good for you for stealing the guy’s knife. Sounds like a Badass Damsel to me.

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notaspoil
2012-09-27 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Her smile warmed a little at his words.

It was more of an accident, really. I don't want anything of his. Although I suppose I could use it well enough if I really needed to. But I don't think you're going to make me do that, are you?

She raised an eyebrow, handed it to him, and tried to look slightly threatening with those words, although she failed miserably, in her own mind.

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triplecool
2012-09-27 07:20 pm UTC (link)

It wasn’t really possible for Abed to look warm. He didn’t have a wide variety of facial expressions, and didn’t spend time figuring out how to use them. All the same, the fear of death was completely gone now.

He thought for a moment. There are various scenarios that might make you use the knife, many of them having to do with me becoming a zombie, but they’re all statistically unlikely.

Try to imagine I’m saying this in a really serious and solemn voice, he typed. Not that vocal inflections were Abed’s expertise either. Never turn down a knife. Or any weapon. You’ll end up needing it later, and you’ll have to improvise with a rolling pin or something, and that never goes well.

His face completely blank, Abed handed the phone back.

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notaspoil
2012-09-28 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Briseis raised an eyebrow curiously - at both his blank expression and at his words. He was a strange young man, that was undeniable, but she was no longer afraid that he was particularly dangerous. In fact, he seemed rather...well...pathetic. Not in a particularly bad way. Just...she wasn't the kind of man that she was familiar with. But that...that was certainly a good thing.

She took the device and typed back.

Is you turning into a zombie a...real possibility? Because if so, I should stab you now, right?

She refused to smile, looking at him with a very intensely concerned expression, as if this was something she was pondering seriously.

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triplecool
2012-09-29 03:19 am UTC (link)

She had come into this situation brandishing a knife, and now she was holding her own in a match of “who can wear a blank face the longest?” And Abed was really good at that game. She seemed nice, he decided. Definitely a person he could tolerate. Even with the language barrier issue.

He started typing.

I’d say a probably of about 2.7%. I don’t think there have been any zombie outbreaks, but I was in a really epic pillow fight not that long ago, and it’s possible someone bit me. I usually don’t stab people unless the probability is higher than 40%.

He lifted one eyebrow. But you can’t be too careful. If you chose to stab me, I wouldn’t hold it against you.

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notaspoil
2012-09-29 06:38 am UTC (link)

See, the problem is, she typed, her brows set in concern and worry. That 2.7%, though a small amount, is still infinitely more than zero. And if you think of it, that means that 27 in 1000, or 270 in 10000 people will be zombies. And that's a scary thought. And the only way to turn that to zero is to kill you. And I'm sure you'll agree that zero percent chance is the safest way to be.

She handed the device to him, looking at him very seriously. This young man was very strange, yes, but he was neither threatening nor unpleasant, both of which were very much in his favor.

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