12th Formulation [Audio]

[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia sounds a lot lighter than she feels.]

So I haven't seen any pitchforks or torches at my door. Just a... shadow. Haha.

Anyway, I was thinking that...

Well, this world is just--no, existence... existence is a funny thing. I...

[She's silent for a long time.]

Guess I didn't have anything to say after all. I'm, I'm sorry to bother you

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[dormant_beast]

[Anna's pissed, yo. She had to watch her sort of boyfriend DIE.]

What did you do to him?

Tell me what you did.

[intimacyphobic]

[Ahahaha. Yes, about that... Fffffff, this is such a mess.]

I...

Well, this... there...

[Anna sounds far beyond "you hurt my friend" angry. This sounds like... And combined with what Marco said... Shiva. Couples were the absolute worst to tangle with. She thought briefly of Hojo, feeling like it had been ages since she had seen him and just... wishing.]

I'm so sorry, Anna.

[So not answering you.]

[dormant_beast]

[There's some barely suppressed RAGE right hurr.]

Where are you?

[Anna will make her talk. She has never been this enraged in her life. But hey - at least she hasn't out of control shifted yet!]

[intimacyphobic]

[Ohhhhhhh, she feels it. And... congrats?]

I'm, ah...

[There is the slamming of a door and her feet clopping down a hallway.]

Still in my room, of course. Hiding from the world.

[Punishment, she will more than accept. But if someone's going to maim and kill her, she would rather it be Marco and not Anna the Tiger Girl. That just sounds... well, women can be brutal.]

[dormant_beast]

[Liar. She scrambles out of her room and into the hall.]

Non - I just need to talk to you, mon amie.

[Anna doesn't want to kill her. She's been in the brig, and doesn't want to repeat the experience.

She DOES want to...talk to you, however. C'mon Lucy - you remember how docile Anna is :D]

[intimacyphobic]

[Oh, SHE REMEMBERS! Lucy is already on the elevator and headed to Deck 8--did you know she can run in heels??? Out of breath now, huff huff.]

I-I... think we should do this... sometime... when we're not so... emotionally... charged. Yes.

[dormant_beast]

[Hey Lucy - did you know that Anna can run REALLY FAST regardless? She's taking those steps two at a time.]

I am not emotionally charged.

[Uh huh. Now who is the liar? Either way, she's flying up those steps. Where you at, darling?]

[intimacyphobic]

[Panic panic PANIC!!! Heading for the... WHAT'S THIS DOOR???

A little hall and... the kitchen of El Mojito?]

Right!

[dormant_beast]

[Was that a flicker of movement she saw? Anna was just slipping in, and-

Aha. Yes, it was movement. She comes in right behind the other woman, face iron. She advances.]

There you are. We need to talk.

[intimacyphobic]

[Meep! Lucrecia spins around, backing up towards a counter, hands reaching behind her for... something, something to throw.]

Just... just stay away. Stay away!

[Oh, what is this??? Knives? A knife! Chef's knife. ... Seems a little harsh, but... hey, any second there could be an angry tiger in the room. She holds it up, brandishing it, ready to throw or stab if Anna comes any closer.]

[dormant_beast]

[Sheesh, Lucrecia - a CHEF'S knife? Either way, Anna is not concerned at all about that knife and she keeps coming forward.]

Non - I have something to say to you.

[intimacyphobic]

Oh, oh, I know exactly what you have to say!

[Obviously, Lucrecia does not trust anyone. Ever. For good reason, given the way she is. So... chef's knife versus potential tiger? Come on, this isn't as bad as her usual overkill strategies. For all her bluster, though, she begins to chicken out on the idea of stabbing someone, and half-heartedly flings the knife in Anna's general direction, not convinced if she wants to hit her or just ward her off.]

[dormant_beast]

[Anna doesn't dodge the knife, and instead lets it hit her in the left arm. As far as she's concerned? Lucy just threw the first hit. She jerks the knife out of her arm (it hadn't gone deep, but it still hurt) and hurls it to the ground, then hurls herself at Lucrecia.

Hear that feral snarl, Lucrecia? That's Anna and all her rage, barreling at you, aiming to snag you by your shirt/coat/collar and slam you against a wall.]

[intimacyphobic]

[The nansecond of shock Lucy has at the damage she causes and Anna's reaction is lost in the shriek and thud of her body hitting the wall skull first. She groans in agony, already seeing stars, her arms flailing out to do... something. Shove, push, scratch, grab, tangle! But at barely 5' 4" in heels and around 100lbs, she doubts the success she'll have and further panics.]

[dormant_beast]

[Anna has never physically harmed anyone on purpose before, but this...this was too much. What Anna witnessed, what she and Marco both went through (regardless of their relationship status) was just TOO MUCH.

She feels strange, too - she's not shifted, but she can feel her fingernails extending - claws are coming out (literally!), and they're digging into the woman she's holding.

Anna's pretty tiny too - she's five foot even, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet - but she's solid and strong. She jerks her forward, then slams her into the wall again, voice a hiss.]

Tell me what you did. In detail.

[intimacyphobic]

[It wouldn't be the first time Lucrecia has brought violence on herself, despite her lack of fighting experience. She exemplified being TOO clever, too calculating, despite the absent-minded professor routine she often exhibited.

The claws pierce into her whever Anna's hands have landed, punching nothing vital but hurting like hell. Before long, adrenaline and pseudoendorphins are rushing in to numb the pain, twisting it into something bittersweet as Lucy's sane exterior cracks into a deep-seated masochism and psychotic counterphobia. Normally, there would tears, wracking sobs, and profuse apologies peppering broken sentences as she attempted to describe such acts. But the agony of this was too good to pass up. She winced, smiling brokenly as her eyes glazed then sharpened, her voice hoarse and whispering.]

I asked him to come with me, for drinks. You know, little innocent companionship. I asked him for help... and he helped. Oh, did he help