Vriska Serket (ex_selfinser789) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-04-18 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | aradia megido, calliope-caliborn, dick grayson (all-star), dirk strider, jake english, jane crocker, piter de vries, vriska serket, yuuri shibuya |
[day 215, backdated to morning; voice]
[The first thing that registers is that this is definitely not where she fell asleep. She's been to the beach, sure, but there's no way in hell she'd sleep there. Then there's the part of her that can't remember falling asleep at all, and for a moment she absolutely swears that this place is just fucking with her...until she sees her reflection in the water. Those are definitely freaky white eyes. Fucking perfect.
Under ordinary circumstances, she'd be pissed. These particular circumstances, though, and the killer headache she has, she's absolutely livid.]
Hey! Code-for-brains! Both of you fuckers, you know who you are – Veridi-whatsit and who-cares. I know you’re listening so get your nonexistent fingers out of your nonexistent sponge clots and pay close fucking attention because I ain’t going to say this again!
I am going to kill you. I don’t care that that's technically impossible because you’re computers, I am going to find your mainframes or whatever the hell you have and tear them apart bit. By. Bit. Maybe even set the pieces on fire! Because I don’t know what kind of sick game you think you’re playing, I don't even care, but either you’re fucking with my memories – which I have reason [the fact that she woke up dead] to believe is unlikely! – oooooooor I was about to do something more important than you’ll ever know or appreciate. And I’m going to go back and finish what I’ve started, and I don't care what I have to do to do that!
[Tantrum over, it's a while before Vriska clicks her communicator back on, sounding somewhat calmer.]
…If any of you losers I knew from back home are still here, report in. I mean, I haven’t been paying attention or anything, but I haven’t heard from any of you in long enough that I’m almost worried. Almost.
[Another pause.] And John…never mind. Forget it. [What is she supposed to say? “I’m sorry”? Sorry for what? Sorry he thinks she’s dangerous? That’s stupid. She hasn't got anything to apologize for, and even if what he said to her was upsetting, it's not like there's jack shit she can do about it anyway. Besides which, she’s sure he wouldn’t remember. And who even cares.]