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[There was... no getting around this, was there?]
[It was unpleasant, and very difficult to keep from thinking hopeless. It was, from everything Freya knew, but she couldn't let herself dwell on it, in any way. She'd already lost enough time to that, and more literally than she ever would have thought.]
you guys going to be home tonight? something i need to tell you.
[It was unpleasant, heart-wrenching, and quite frankly just as terrifying as this whole situation's been for this last week. Even Freya's own worries aside, her roommates were too familiar with loss; it hurt to do this to them. But it had to be done, and they deserved to know, so Freya would do it. She couldn't imagine how pissed off Lucy would be if she never said anything.]
[Freya lingered at Pen's for as long as she could before wandering over to the apartment. It was strange, to be so hyper-aware of the passing time. It would be a lie to say Freya wasn't nervous, but she had a better handle on it than she did even a few days ago. As she stepped into the apartment, Freya smiles down at the (unsurprisingly) first face to greet her, and scratches Koro's ears.]
Hey, boy. Been good like always, I bet.
[It was unpleasant, and very difficult to keep from thinking hopeless. It was, from everything Freya knew, but she couldn't let herself dwell on it, in any way. She'd already lost enough time to that, and more literally than she ever would have thought.]
you guys going to be home tonight? something i need to tell you.
[It was unpleasant, heart-wrenching, and quite frankly just as terrifying as this whole situation's been for this last week. Even Freya's own worries aside, her roommates were too familiar with loss; it hurt to do this to them. But it had to be done, and they deserved to know, so Freya would do it. She couldn't imagine how pissed off Lucy would be if she never said anything.]
[Freya lingered at Pen's for as long as she could before wandering over to the apartment. It was strange, to be so hyper-aware of the passing time. It would be a lie to say Freya wasn't nervous, but she had a better handle on it than she did even a few days ago. As she stepped into the apartment, Freya smiles down at the (unsurprisingly) first face to greet her, and scratches Koro's ears.]
Hey, boy. Been good like always, I bet.
Edited 2018-04-16 02:03 (UTC)
[Koromaru gives Freya his usual puppy smile, wagging his tail and bumping his head into her palm. Minako's voice floats over from the kitchen.]
Don't let his smile fool you, he put all of his toys in my path so he'd have a frog-hop partner to play with, when I picked them up.
[She walks into the living room and shoots Freya a warm smile. Koromaru yips and runs off to go fetch Lucy.]
Welcome home. Have dinner already?
Don't let his smile fool you, he put all of his toys in my path so he'd have a frog-hop partner to play with, when I picked them up.
[She walks into the living room and shoots Freya a warm smile. Koromaru yips and runs off to go fetch Lucy.]
Welcome home. Have dinner already?
[Lucy had been taking a nap after a morning shift—fitfully, only staying asleep for so long at a time. She'd answered Freya's text almost on autopilot, just a yes—and she'd promptly rolled back to sleep.
Until Koro wiggled into her room, put his head on the comforter, and barked at her. Lucy mumbled from under her pile of blankets, and Koro barked again, wagging his tail.
...right. She'd said she'd be here. That meant being awake, too. With a yawn and a grumble (a small yawn, and mostly grumbling), Lucy pushed the blankets away to sit up, and at least try to make herself presentable. Koro yipped one more time and then trotted back to the living room, mission successful.
A slightly-sleepy Lucy followed shortly after, in a loose shirt and shorts and combing her hair with a brush as she sat down on the couch.]
Hi. [Was all she said, but it was about as much as Lucy needed to say. Her voice wasn't abrasive and shorn of its usual prickles, just shaking off sleep with the rest of her.]
Until Koro wiggled into her room, put his head on the comforter, and barked at her. Lucy mumbled from under her pile of blankets, and Koro barked again, wagging his tail.
...right. She'd said she'd be here. That meant being awake, too. With a yawn and a grumble (a small yawn, and mostly grumbling), Lucy pushed the blankets away to sit up, and at least try to make herself presentable. Koro yipped one more time and then trotted back to the living room, mission successful.
A slightly-sleepy Lucy followed shortly after, in a loose shirt and shorts and combing her hair with a brush as she sat down on the couch.]
Hi. [Was all she said, but it was about as much as Lucy needed to say. Her voice wasn't abrasive and shorn of its usual prickles, just shaking off sleep with the rest of her.]
[...Man, Koro even knew to go fetch Lucy. That dog was almost alarmingly intelligent, sometimes.]
[Freya smiled back at Minako, waving a hand dismissively.] Yeah. Ate with Pen. [That gesture turned into a small wave when Lucy wandered in; a greeting, and not a mumble? She's moving up in the world, Freya thought a bit wryly.]
[She stretched, taking a seat at the other end of the couch from Lucy.] You hear that, Koro? Mina's onto you.
[Freya smiled back at Minako, waving a hand dismissively.] Yeah. Ate with Pen. [That gesture turned into a small wave when Lucy wandered in; a greeting, and not a mumble? She's moving up in the world, Freya thought a bit wryly.]
[She stretched, taking a seat at the other end of the couch from Lucy.] You hear that, Koro? Mina's onto you.
[Koromaru grins and woofs, his tail wagging briefly before he curls up on Minako's lap, after she settles onto her end of the couch.]
He was just excited to see me home early today. [She cuddles the puppy, peeking at Freya over the top of his head.] So...you wanted to talk about something?
[A formal roommate meeting like this hasn't happened in a while...she's kind of worried.]
He was just excited to see me home early today. [She cuddles the puppy, peeking at Freya over the top of his head.] So...you wanted to talk about something?
[A formal roommate meeting like this hasn't happened in a while...she's kind of worried.]
[Lucy wasn't as concerned, stifling another yawn and continuing to brush her hair, She kept an eye on Freya, but said nothing else; Minako already beat her to it.]
Yeah, [Freya said almost as a sigh, leaning back and hooking an arm around the back of the couch, glancing up at the ceiling.]
Bad news. [She's surprised her voice stays so steady; maybe she's finally come to terms with thia.] I haven't told Pen yet. Figured I'd tell you guys tonight, and her tomorrow.
[She paused, swallowing.] 'bout a week ago, while I was in Magatus, I got another of those little changes. [Trying to 'ease them' into the news wouldn't make it any better, she figured. No point in delaying it. They already had their warning. It's still hard not to pause, but Freya pushes herself.] Been tryin' to keep this quiet, but it didn't feel right, not tellin' you two. If this thing I got does what I remember it doing? Then, I... I think I'm not gonna be around for long.
[Freya kept her eyes on the ceiling; this was already heartbreaking, and she didn't think she could keep her composure if she saw her friends' expressions.]
Bad news. [She's surprised her voice stays so steady; maybe she's finally come to terms with thia.] I haven't told Pen yet. Figured I'd tell you guys tonight, and her tomorrow.
[She paused, swallowing.] 'bout a week ago, while I was in Magatus, I got another of those little changes. [Trying to 'ease them' into the news wouldn't make it any better, she figured. No point in delaying it. They already had their warning. It's still hard not to pause, but Freya pushes herself.] Been tryin' to keep this quiet, but it didn't feel right, not tellin' you two. If this thing I got does what I remember it doing? Then, I... I think I'm not gonna be around for long.
[Freya kept her eyes on the ceiling; this was already heartbreaking, and she didn't think she could keep her composure if she saw her friends' expressions.]
[The clench in her chest drops and becomes a rock in her stomach, weighing down her whole body with horror. She reaches out to Freya, has to, combating the feeling of lead in her arms for it. But she falls short, and she forms her fist against her side instead.]
Freya-- what do you mean? Don't tell me you're going to--?
[She can't bear the thought, can't finish the sentence. Minako clenches her teeth and grits her jaw, pleading Freya with her eyes to tell her otherwise, even if Freya isn't looking this way. Please. Please.]
Freya-- what do you mean? Don't tell me you're going to--?
[She can't bear the thought, can't finish the sentence. Minako clenches her teeth and grits her jaw, pleading Freya with her eyes to tell her otherwise, even if Freya isn't looking this way. Please. Please.]
[At first, Lucy had frowned--as usual. Not going to be around?
...not going to be around?
She stopped mid-stroke, putting the brush down slowly. Nevermind the tangles. She stared past Minako, to Freya who wasn't looking at her.]
...what?
[Her voice was small. Not a whisper, not a disbelieving cry, a question thoughts hadn't caught up to yet.]
...not going to be around?
She stopped mid-stroke, putting the brush down slowly. Nevermind the tangles. She stared past Minako, to Freya who wasn't looking at her.]
...what?
[Her voice was small. Not a whisper, not a disbelieving cry, a question thoughts hadn't caught up to yet.]
[Freya has to swallow hard again, feeling the roiling emotions threatening to rise again. She had to keep a grip on it, this time. It was right to tell them, but having to hear those notes in their voices... a little part of her wished she'd decided against it.]
[It takes her a moment to answer, and Freya reaches over, still looking at the ceiling, to pull up her right sleeve. It's hardly been more than a week, but the strange mark (6) had already changed so much. A testament to her poor ability to handle this, Freya supposed.]
This thing. It's the reason behind all that crazy stuff I can do. A "curse" is the best word I can think for it; you get a bunch of fancy powers in exchange for a task and expiration date. When this thing's up, it's... gonna turn me into a monster.
[Looking at them was too hard--too dangerous.]
[It takes her a moment to answer, and Freya reaches over, still looking at the ceiling, to pull up her right sleeve. It's hardly been more than a week, but the strange mark (6) had already changed so much. A testament to her poor ability to handle this, Freya supposed.]
This thing. It's the reason behind all that crazy stuff I can do. A "curse" is the best word I can think for it; you get a bunch of fancy powers in exchange for a task and expiration date. When this thing's up, it's... gonna turn me into a monster.
[Looking at them was too hard--too dangerous.]
[Presented with this, Minako can't help herself anymore, reaching out and thumbing the skin near the mark, as if pressing her vitality into Freya might rid her of this curse. Koromaru wiggles into Freya's lap, whining softly, while Minako bows her forehead over where she's holding Freya's arm.
A monster. No, no, no. This can't be happening again. Why does it keep happening to the best people in her life?]
No.
A monster. No, no, no. This can't be happening again. Why does it keep happening to the best people in her life?]
No.
[All the delayed thoughts came crashing down at once; disbelief, despair, anger. A twisted little voice in her mind that wanted to say so what?
A monster. That was all?
Lucy had become so used to thinking of herself as one that it seemed second nature.
Not Freya. It couldn't be happening to Freya.]
You can't do anything about it? Anything?
[Her voice had gone from quiet to agitated and desperate in the time it took to think.]
A monster. That was all?
Lucy had become so used to thinking of herself as one that it seemed second nature.
Not Freya. It couldn't be happening to Freya.]
You can't do anything about it? Anything?
[Her voice had gone from quiet to agitated and desperate in the time it took to think.]
[Freya finally couldn't help looking over at Minako's touch. Poor girl. Her hands find Koromaru automatically, idly scratching at the dog's cheeks. She glaces over Minako's head at Lucy.]
Haven't tried cuttin' the arm off, obviously. [It's a joke. Kind of. She's considered it.] I remember these brands. Far as I--she knows nothing makes 'em come off. You complete your task, you turn into an immortal hunk of rock, until... whatever put the mark there's got use for you again. You keep doin' it, until you keel over or fail.
Already tried talking to someone about it, in case I remembered great secret or whatever, but... nothing.
Haven't tried cuttin' the arm off, obviously. [It's a joke. Kind of. She's considered it.] I remember these brands. Far as I--she knows nothing makes 'em come off. You complete your task, you turn into an immortal hunk of rock, until... whatever put the mark there's got use for you again. You keep doin' it, until you keel over or fail.
Already tried talking to someone about it, in case I remembered great secret or whatever, but... nothing.
There-- there has to be something we can do.
[There's an old desperation clawing at her throat, the refusal to let this be the outcome that she has to accept, no matter how many facts and "there's no other way"s are presented before her. She stares into Freya's eyes, hoping for a flicker of a fight left in her.
It's a moment later that she realizes with dread that she's taking in all the features of her friend's face, as if she's getting ready for her to leave regardless. She hates herself for it. Tries to focus instead on all the times that Freya smiled at her, was kind to her-- cared about her. She anchors herself in those memories, and then takes in a shaky breath.]
We can talk with that guy from Retrospec. Zee. We can try to figure something out.
[There's an old desperation clawing at her throat, the refusal to let this be the outcome that she has to accept, no matter how many facts and "there's no other way"s are presented before her. She stares into Freya's eyes, hoping for a flicker of a fight left in her.
It's a moment later that she realizes with dread that she's taking in all the features of her friend's face, as if she's getting ready for her to leave regardless. She hates herself for it. Tries to focus instead on all the times that Freya smiled at her, was kind to her-- cared about her. She anchors herself in those memories, and then takes in a shaky breath.]
We can talk with that guy from Retrospec. Zee. We can try to figure something out.
[It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Why was this happening to Freya, to a good person?
All that Lucy had hidden, to keep Freya here, and she was going to lose her anyway?]
What task? What are you supposed to--why?!
[Lucy's anger cracked, letting the fear behind her voice echo through. Anger was what usually pulled her forwards, but this time was insufficient. Lucy's hands had curled so tightly into the couch cushion her knuckles had turned white.]
All that Lucy had hidden, to keep Freya here, and she was going to lose her anyway?]
What task? What are you supposed to--why?!
[Lucy's anger cracked, letting the fear behind her voice echo through. Anger was what usually pulled her forwards, but this time was insufficient. Lucy's hands had curled so tightly into the couch cushion her knuckles had turned white.]
[Ah, the sound of fear. Freya expected it, but it still twisted her gut into knots. Her close friends had experienced so much loss, so much abandonment--and they trusted her so dearly. Once, Lucy had even admitted Freya made her feel safe.]
[It wasn't her fault, she knew, but it felt no less like betraying that trust. The further along Freya got through this whole debacle, the more she wished she could do something for their sake, and Pen's.]
[Freya exhales quietly, pausing. She meets Minako's gaze, briefly; it was difficult not to, with the shorter woman staring so intently at her.]
...Even if a genocidal act of war on short notice was something I can do, the place that's supposed to the target--it doesn't exist in Recolle. [Freya admits, somewhat wryly. She lifts a hand off Koro to drag it through her hair.] That's gotta be the most jacked up part of it, really, taking "fountain decoration" completely off the table.
I guess if you know anyone that's got some kind of crazy power that might help, knock yourself out. Thought about tryin' Zee, but I kept thinkin' back to that post in November. You know, the one ranting about our souls or whatever trying to change back to what they were like, and the techies couldn't stop it? Guess there's a chance it won't work like it did back in her world. I got my powers long before this thing showed up, after all.
[It wasn't her fault, she knew, but it felt no less like betraying that trust. The further along Freya got through this whole debacle, the more she wished she could do something for their sake, and Pen's.]
[Freya exhales quietly, pausing. She meets Minako's gaze, briefly; it was difficult not to, with the shorter woman staring so intently at her.]
...Even if a genocidal act of war on short notice was something I can do, the place that's supposed to the target--it doesn't exist in Recolle. [Freya admits, somewhat wryly. She lifts a hand off Koro to drag it through her hair.] That's gotta be the most jacked up part of it, really, taking "fountain decoration" completely off the table.
I guess if you know anyone that's got some kind of crazy power that might help, knock yourself out. Thought about tryin' Zee, but I kept thinkin' back to that post in November. You know, the one ranting about our souls or whatever trying to change back to what they were like, and the techies couldn't stop it? Guess there's a chance it won't work like it did back in her world. I got my powers long before this thing showed up, after all.
[That confession of her mortality was something she never wanted to experience again, Freya thought, as she gathered the will power to experience it again. If it was that hard to tell Minako and Lucy, well... She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold it together this time around--telling Pen.]
[Pen didn't need her. She was strong, but Freya still knew her significance in the shorter woman's life. Just like with the other two, her... condition still felt like some sort of failure or betrayal on her part. She'd come to be the steadfast one. The unflinching one. The one that never left.]
[Deciding to wait until the next day was a good decision. Freya felt much sturdier, emotionally, after a night's rest, but not that she knew what to expect... it didn't help.]
[Freya stepped into Pen's house. She'd gotten into the habit of not calling out greetings, in case her partner was working on a video--though she didn't think there was one of those today.]
[Pen didn't need her. She was strong, but Freya still knew her significance in the shorter woman's life. Just like with the other two, her... condition still felt like some sort of failure or betrayal on her part. She'd come to be the steadfast one. The unflinching one. The one that never left.]
[Deciding to wait until the next day was a good decision. Freya felt much sturdier, emotionally, after a night's rest, but not that she knew what to expect... it didn't help.]
[Freya stepped into Pen's house. She'd gotten into the habit of not calling out greetings, in case her partner was working on a video--though she didn't think there was one of those today.]
[Freya's guess was quite correct, Pen was not working on a video today. She didn't do uploads on Saturdays, and while Freya hadn't been around the previous night that'd been fine too. They weren't joined at the hip, and Freya wasn't going to leave her to spend a night with some other girl. That was a no brainer.
When she hears the door open, she peers into the front from the living room, pulling off her headset and waving before closing out of Stellaris. There were only a couple of people who had keys, and Yuffie would've called.
Freya'll find herself greeted by the pitter-patter of a nightshade's feet, the tomato scampering in to jabber at her.]
Hey. Wasn't expecting you till later. I didn't think I slept that late.
When she hears the door open, she peers into the front from the living room, pulling off her headset and waving before closing out of Stellaris. There were only a couple of people who had keys, and Yuffie would've called.
Freya'll find herself greeted by the pitter-patter of a nightshade's feet, the tomato scampering in to jabber at her.]
Hey. Wasn't expecting you till later. I didn't think I slept that late.
[She did live with Minako and Lucy, after all. ...Technically.]
[Freya smiles back, reaching down to pick up the tomato and tuck him under her arm without even looking.]
Don't sweat it. Didn't have many places to run this morning. Thought I'd take it easy.
[Freya crosses over to her partner, kissing her on the forehead.] Get in any trouble while I was gone?
[Freya smiles back, reaching down to pick up the tomato and tuck him under her arm without even looking.]
Don't sweat it. Didn't have many places to run this morning. Thought I'd take it easy.
[Freya crosses over to her partner, kissing her on the forehead.] Get in any trouble while I was gone?
[The tomato chitters again and holds on. Pen, on the other hand, grins at the kiss before returning it.]
Started an interstellar war. Nothing big.
[Really, you know, that's all.]
Started an interstellar war. Nothing big.
[Really, you know, that's all.]
[A feigned, exasperated sigh.] I can't even leave you be for fifteen minutes, can I?
[Freya ruffles the... leaves? of her passenger absentmindedly.]
You got anything major today?
[Freya ruffles the... leaves? of her passenger absentmindedly.]
You got anything major today?
No.
[Answering immediately, Pen steps back and heads over to the couch. A question like that could be really good, or really bad and as usual Freya's not betraying much in her voice.]
I'm wide open. What's up?
[Answering immediately, Pen steps back and heads over to the couch. A question like that could be really good, or really bad and as usual Freya's not betraying much in her voice.]
I'm wide open. What's up?
[Freya sucks in a deep breath and sets the tomato down before trailing after the other woman a few steps.]
I'm ready as I'm ever gonna be to talk about that weird mark. It's... not good, Pen.
I'm ready as I'm ever gonna be to talk about that weird mark. It's... not good, Pen.
[Pen sits, immediately, and sits hard. She'd been waiting for this ever since that thing had appeared and Freya'd put her off on questioning it.
She straightens, folds her arms into her lap, and nods.]
Alright.
[Breathing in, she scoops up the little tomato, holding it tight.]
Hit me.
She straightens, folds her arms into her lap, and nods.]
Alright.
[Breathing in, she scoops up the little tomato, holding it tight.]
Hit me.
[Freya only holds her gaze a moment, and when she looks away Minako feels a chill go down her spine.
Has she already accepted her fate?
If she has...if Freya is expecting herself to succumb to this curse, then half the battle is already lost. Any strength and hope she could've drawn from her friend's determination to fight it dissipates, and Minako suddenly feels fragile all over again.
No. No, there has to be some solution. Something they can do, something they can put their mind towards to turn this around in their favor. To keep Freya whole and happy, and with them. Minako wrenches herself away from the couch and all the despair sinking her down there, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes but her face fierce as she starts pacing.]
I'm going to try and talk with him anyways. I don't want you to go. I refuse to let this happen.
Has she already accepted her fate?
If she has...if Freya is expecting herself to succumb to this curse, then half the battle is already lost. Any strength and hope she could've drawn from her friend's determination to fight it dissipates, and Minako suddenly feels fragile all over again.
No. No, there has to be some solution. Something they can do, something they can put their mind towards to turn this around in their favor. To keep Freya whole and happy, and with them. Minako wrenches herself away from the couch and all the despair sinking her down there, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes but her face fierce as she starts pacing.]
I'm going to try and talk with him anyways. I don't want you to go. I refuse to let this happen.
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