Asa Mitaka

[scrapdraught]

WAR

what is it good for

absolutely nothing

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week four, tuesday.

[halved]

[well, well... look who has a pulse again.

it would be nice if she didn't have to face camille again after, you know, traumatizing the shit out of her by assisting in her murder and then resurrecting her in an attempt to exorcise the monster. but it's a small realm and there are only so many places to hide. besides, it seems rude to run away from this now.

so when she comes across camille at some point after their public confession, she freezes up like a deer in the headlights and stares at her. hi.]

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[ah.

To be fair Camille also stiffens at first. Then slides her hands into her pockets. Shrugs. Uncomfortable, but downtrodden. Unthreatening.]

Asa.

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[ah.

she inhales, a little shaky but not terribly so.]

... Camille.

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I'm not gonna jump you.

[Let's just get that straight, out of the gate.]

And I'm not gonna freak out. Okay? [She'd gotten that done with a few other folks first. She's working with a smoother line of thought now. Not a pleasant one, but it's directed more inward than outward.] Can we talk?

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I wasn't expecting you to.

[well, not the first part at least. there's no shaking the anxiety out of her, but reluctantly, she nods.]

Of course. I owe you at least that much.

shakes in the forward march of time

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[you can drop this if you like]

Stop. You don't...it's not about owing shit to me.

[Sure, yes, there were explanations owed. But of the three that approached her, she was the most worried about Asa. She was young. Already so surly, so self-loathing. Her life had been hell and she seemed to believe it would always be that way.

Camille's got a hurricane of conflicting feelings about the mess, but she doesn't care to hit Asa with the worst of it.]

How did you all get together? Frankly, I'm surprised it was the three of you.

[And Vin, who coordinated and vanished. No one explained why yet.]