Sasha prefers to open (carry) wrote in repose, @ 2017-06-29 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, abe winters, sasha james |
Log: Abe & Sasha vacay
Who: Abe & Sasha
What: Investigating.
Where: New Orleans
When: Soonish
Warnings/Rating: Culty things?
She and Abe had attended the headcleansing earlier in the evening. It had gone about as Sasha had expected. Some unnecessary speeches about Saint John, some shaking of a voodoo rattle that looked right out of one of the tourist shops, and then getting dunked underwater. For about five full minutes after, she was certain that it had done nothing. Just some stupid act put on for tourists. That is until she felt the snapping apart of iron from her wrists.
Ever since, Sasha had been scratching at her skin like molten metal clawed through her veins. Fire burned and crackled in the rattling space beneath her skin. Her thoughts were erratic, in New Orleans one moment and then in the Haitian Revolution the next. It would appear that things had gotten a whole lot worse, but there was a very clear divide among the personalities now that Abe would notice even without being psychic. A partial separation was better than none at all. So what was the logical conclusion that they were going to try? They were going to do the ritual again. To try and complete the removal.
They stood on the bank of the river as the lights of the city glowed nearby, shrouded in the rare spot of darkness this close to civilization. Bullfrogs croaked a melody to the cicadas that buzzed heavy in the air, and Sasha pulled the rattle out of her bag to shove at Abe. Did Sasha seem particularly concerned that it was made out of a human femur and skull? Nope. Did it bother her that there was people parts just laying all over her spare clothes and towel? Not in the slightest. "Just do it. Like that priestess did earlier. Or close enough." It couldn't possibly get any worse, right?
Sasha looked up at his outline in the shadows, calmed by his presence, and she leaned in to kiss him for good luck, "If I'm not me? Whack me in the noggin with that rattle and run." Sasha took a step into the river, clad in her bikini bottoms and a red tank top that advertised 'Big Kahuna Burger', and debated possible escape routes, "Actually, sweetie, you should probably swim." Her loa wasn't big on the whole water thing. "Do we need anything else? Are you ready?"