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Tweak says, "Evanescence Rules!"

lydia martin (futureimperfect) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-12-01 17:33:00

Entry tags:

inactive: allison argent, inactive: lydia martin

WHO: Lydia Martin & Allison Argent
WHERE: outside OV
WHEN: Sun, Dec 1
WARNINGS: injuries and death for right now
SPOILERS? TW season 3? and 4, 5, 6...

At least quitting her job had netted Lydia more time to study. The semester was ending next week and she had finals pretty much every day. After that, she could talk to Rogue about tutoring the girls and be in a good place still for existing in Goodland. Still, she felt prepared and flipping through her notes just seemed like the responsible thing to do rather than a necessity. Some of this she could do in her sleep. Curled up at her desk, she slipped into almost a trance as she turned the pages until a thought popped into her head. Allison.

As soon as she acknowledged it, it grew stronger, more insistent. Allison! It threatened to bubble out of her, almost like... Eyes widening, she stood. Allison was dying, and she was here. She was out of the apartment in a flash, wishing they still lived on the first floor as she started down the stairs. No time to wait for the elevator, no time for any of this, but she was going as fast as she could. Popping out into the lobby, she kept going, pushing through the doors without pausing. She was close, Lydia's hair whipping around as she searched for Allison on the street. "Allison?" It really was her. Now was not the time to marvel at whatever the entity was doing, and she crouched next to her, placing one hand over the front of the wound as the other moved around to her shoulders. She hadn't been there last time to see how bad it was, to know what to do now. "There's a clinic just inside, okay? You can make it that far. I'm here to help you."

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 02:31 am UTC (link)

"But...how can we be in two places at once? There and here?" She was still confused, but the physical touch helped push back the black despair that threatened to overtake her - whether it was thanks to that ice bath she, Stiles, and Scott had taken, or because of her impending death just moments after she'd been brought here, apparently, she didn't really know. But it helped, and she was able to keep from breaking down entirely because Lydia was there and holding onto her.

"Is this like that nogitsune? Did something replace us back there?" Or was this just going to be her life from now on - and the only one she'd get, now?

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futureimperfect
2019-12-02 02:38 am UTC (link)

"None of us really knows. But we're all pretty certain it's the truth, even if we don't know how." Maybe at some point she'd get to the fact that they weren't alone with Beacon Hills residents here... or maybe that could wait until later. Yea, later.

"Personally, I think of it like a copy. Not something supernatural replacing us, just another version of ourselves here. It doesn't just copy people, it copies things, too." Reaching under her shirt, Lydia drew out the arrowhead the Entity had given her, the one she kept on a chain around her neck at all times. Allison's arrowhead. "See, I've had this for a few months."

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 02:47 am UTC (link)

It still didn't make sense, but knowing that her friends were okay went a long way in keeping her steady - as did seeing the arrowhead Lydia pulled out. Blinking, she let go of the hand to reach out and touch the arrowhead itself, fingering it slightly and the mark on it. She knew it was hers because it was from her mold, but of the five she'd made, only one had been ready to take for the fight against the oni. The other four had still been setting.

"I just made this," she said softly, and her dark brown eyes rose to meet Lydia's again just over the tip of the arrowhead. "You said that the oni are gone. How did...Did this work? The arrowheads? I tried to tell..tell Scott. I think. Some of it's still a little fuzzy."

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futureimperfect
2019-12-02 03:02 am UTC (link)

"You did it. You helped us figure it out, that the bullets didn't work because they passed through, and your arrowheads would stay. We used the rest of the arrows to kill them. Scott gave the nogitsune the bite, which let Kira stab him, and Isaac captured the leftover fly." They worked better as a team, and Allison was still part of the team in Lydia's mind. She'd helped them with the deadpool in her own way, too.

"In the end, though, we'd lost you and Aiden, and nearly Stiles." There was a pain in her expression, and a pang of guilt that most of it was for Allison and Stiles rather than Aiden.

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 03:08 am UTC (link)

"Thank god," she breathed out - without any of that, then there would have been no way at all to get Stiles back, and that had been a priority for all of them. Slowly lowering the arrowhead and letting it dangle back against Lydia's chest, she reached over and wrapped her arms around her friend.

"I'm sorry - about all of it. And about Aiden." She knew that Lydia had cared for him - that they had been something. Losing anyone at all had to have been awful.

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futureimperfect
2019-12-02 03:15 am UTC (link)

The hug broke what was left of Lydia's composure, and she clung fiercely to Allison, knowing her wounds had been healed and it wouldn't hurt her to do so. "I missed you so much. We all did." Nothing had been the same without Allison, everything had gone off the rails after they lost her.

"I'm just so happy you're here now. You've got a chance here to keep living your life. Without as many weird things happening, but still some weird things happening so we don't get bored."

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nousprotgeons
2019-12-02 03:21 am UTC (link)

When the redhead's grip tightened, Allison closed her eyes and didn't complain, instead just holding onto Lyds as she let out a quiet sigh. "I wish I knew what to say," she replied finally, because really - what could you say to that? 'I missed you too' didn't fit, and neither was her apology, or a thank you. Instead, she hoped just being around would make up for things, somehow.

"I'm happy I'm here, too." If they weren't in Beacon Hills, then there was no more supernatural beacon, right? No more danger at every turn. "You're gonna have to show me around this place. But first, I'm starving. I guess dying helps work up an appetite, huh? Why don't you see if you can find some food and then tell me about this place?"

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