multiversallogs | Say hi there to my bad body double

Who: The Olivia Dunhams
What: Olivia Prime's not having a great day. It's about to get worse.
Where: Mog Hill
When: Early evening
Warnings: Horrifying dog-beasts and monster-related violence? ...other than that, nothing yet.

Olivia hasn't gotten a lot of rest since she arrived. Not that she's the most well-rested person under normal circumstances, but the combination of monsters and the lack of anyone to tell her when to sit down and take a break from trying to save the world have taken their toll, on top of unexpectedly finding herself in a new universe.

Maybe that's how she found herself in her current situation - if you're tired enough, you're bound to slip up sooner or later. Really, she's lucky she's not dead instead of just a little bloodied, disarmed, and trapped. Olivia is not finding this thought a comfort, somehow.

When the first two creatures had turned the corner, claws clicking loudly on the cobblestones, Olivia pulled her gun and leveled it at the nearer beast without a moment of hesitation. Some of the creatures dragged in by this cataclysm are relatively harmless, but if these creatures were created for anything but killing, Olivia couldn't see how. They looked like the result of an unfortunate liaison between a mastiff and a boar, all heavy muscle, bristling hide, and massive jaws sporting tusks longer than her thumb.

Both fixed their attention on her, wide yellow eyes like searchlights. The larger one sniffed the air, parted its jaws in an uncanny parody of a canine grin, and took a step forward.

Olivia fired, hitting it directly between the eyes, and it dropped. Apparently that had been a mistake. Rather than taking the hint and backing off, the second beast seemed to take the death of its companion as a personal offense, and charged at her, faster than Olivia had thought possible. She fired again, but either she missed or only grazed the thing - it just kept coming, with a grating roar like rocks grinding together.

At that point, Olivia had done the only prudent thing and retreated - and considering she couldn't outrun it, the only place to go was higher ground. She'd managed to dodge the charge, though not cleanly, as the beast whipped its head toward her as it thundered past, and managed to catch her in the hip with one of those tusks. She hissed with the pain, but pushed it to the back of her mind; she had maybe ten, fifteen seconds at the most while the beast skidded to a stop and whirled around to come back at her.

A trashcan provided the step up she needed to vault to the overhang and pull herself up, just ahead of the creature's second charge. It crashed into the wall, rebounded, and backed off enough to stare at her balefully. Olivia glared back - and only then noticed her gun on the ground at its feet. She must have lost it in the process of scrambling to safety, somehow failed to notice in the rush of adrenaline and the desperate desire to not be trampled to death...

"Great."

She risks a glance at the gash in her side (bleeding freely, deeper than she's comfortable with, but nothing that's going to kill her), sighs as she presses a hand against it, and frowns down at the boar-dog-thing again. Its feet are planted firmly, its huge round eyes locked on her, and it doesn't look like it's leaving any time soon... so apparently her options are sitting here hoping it does wander off eventually, wait for help, or try to set it on fire with her brain.

Needless to say, Olivia is not wildly enamored of any of these courses of action.

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Fortunately for Olivia, she has, well...

Olivia.

It's been a hell of a day for both women it seems. The sleeve of Olivia's (the auburn one) black leather jacket is separated from the shoulder, hanging on only by frayed threads. It can be sewn back together, but there are several more tears along the length of that sleeve that will be more obvious after they're repaired. But she didn't lose her arm, or get carried away by a giant bird. So there's always a bright side.

She also still has enough bullets to put down the creature menacing her other self. The gun's report seems louder than it should in the otherwise deserted street.

It only takes one. "Dunham," she greets the blonde dryly once the beast has slumped over unmoving.

Olivia just stares at the other woman for a few seconds, like she's not quite willing to believe she's really there. There are a few people she'd be less thrilled to see here. Jones, certainly. The other Nina, or maybe Walternate. A few people - but not many.

"Agent," she says stiffly from her position atop the overhang, not bothering to conceal the edge of wary distrust in her tone or expression. She hesitates for a second before swinging around to lower herself off the awning, dangling from her fingertips for a second before releasing her grip and dropping to the ground. The wound on her hip burns with the movement, and she grits her teeth as she bends to retrieve her gun.

Her gaze flicks back up to the other Dunham's face, and she adds grudgingly, almost as if it physically pains her to say it, "Thanks."

She smiles winningly to her double. It's awful and smug in its own way, while somehow remaining some shade of genuine. "Hey, no problem." She safeties and holsters her handgun, confident enough that they're in no imminent danger. She's a quick enough draw anyway, she feels. (Possibly unfairly, given the advantage some of the beings in this place have.)

"I had intended to say hello in person," she begins, shrugging one shoulder, "but I couldn't have timed this better if I tried." Fauxlivia tilts her chin to indicate Olivia's wound. "You should get over to the Glory Shada to get that looked at." It's a bit as if they're old friends, but she's always sort of obnoxious like that. What's worse is that there are a slew of issues that could, or even should be addressed here that she doesn't even touch. And it isn't likely being postponed because one of them should seek medical attention.

God, Olivia hates that smile. She'd like to be able to say it doesn't get under her skin, but it does, every time. She gives her a tight, thin-lipped smile in return. It doesn't even come close to reaching her eyes, and overall the impression is more that she'd like to punch the other woman than that she's actually feeling friendly.

"It's fine," she answers, which is stupid and she knows it - left to her own devices, the hospital's exactly where she'd probably go first - but something about Fauxlivia makes her contrary just for the hell of it. The memories of what the woman did to her, the full extent of the damage, fresh and painful for having just been recovered, aren't helping either.

It was one thing to try to put things behind them and move on when she had her life more or less together and they had a common goal to work toward, but now... Now all the old anger's coming back, and it's not easy to rein it in. Fauxlivia might not be the source of her current problems, but she makes a terribly convenient target.

"Agent Farnsworth didn't mention you were here," Olivia says, still watching Fauxliv with the intent stare of a predator encountering a rival, bracing for a fight. She swallows hard and holsters her own weapon, somewhat reluctantly. Even if she did take care of that monster for her, she still doesn't trust her counterpart. "Personally, I would have been fine with saying hello over the network."

"I thought you deserved better." Again, a genuine sort of sentiment, while also maintaining that exceedingly annoying quality that she seems to reserve specifically for the other Olivia.

That breath of laughter doesn't help, with its air of incredulity. "You'd really kill yourself just to spite me, wouldn't you?" She shakes her head. "I mean, if you want me to just leave you here with your injury and let you fend for yourself, I can." Her head tilts to one side, looking from beneath her brow as if to say oh, come on. "But I won't take any joy from it. Sorry if that disappoints you."

"I'm crushed," Olivia says flatly, her expression not changing. With anyone else, it might be almost playful - at least as much as this version of Olivia gets. With her double, though, the best she can manage is dry sarcasm.

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows, almost an unconscious mirror of her counterpart's expression - minus the smile. "I just had no idea you were so concerned about my welfare. What, did you want to walk me to the hospital?"

"I do," she confirms, though the warmth in her tone continues to feel more like mockery. "We aren't working against each other. This isn't here or there." Olivia holds up her hands, placating. "I get it. We have issues that go beyond unresolved. But this place is kind of like being trapped in a snow globe."

Except instead of glass, it's fog. And instead of fake snow, it's monsters. Same concept, really.

"We're going to continue to cross paths."

"Yeah," Olivia answers sharply, "we do have issues, and honestly... I'm not interested in resolving them. The fact that this isn't your universe or mine just means that we don't have to work together anymore. It's a big city, and the two of us are free to go our separate ways."

She pauses, jaw clenched at a sudden stab of pain from her wound, then takes a deep breath and goes on, "And I think I can find the hospital on my own."

Without giving the other woman a chance to respond, she turns and starts walking, hand pressed tight to her hip, a slight limp in her gait as she tries to avoid any movement that's going to encourage any further bleeding. She sure doesn't look like she's capable of dealing with any more monsters that might pop up along the way, but she's hoping she'll get lucky and that won't happen - and that whatever her double's getting out of this conversation, it's not enough to convince her to follow.

"And you're bleeding." Not to say anything of the other points her counterpart has mentioned. When Olivia's made up her mind about something... Well, she's definitely not going to have any luck talking herself out of anything. "I'm sure more of those creatures can find you on their own, too. And easier now."

All the same, she doesn't step after the blonde. "I'd rather you not die," she insists. "I'm sure Astrid would be disappointed." That's almost like a guilt trip. Not quite, but close. "And maybe you won't get found by more of those things, or even anything worse. But maybe you will. Think of it as me owing you for..."

That unpleasantness where she lived the other woman's life. That little thing.

Olivia stops walking, grimacing in annoyance now more than pain. Her double's right, and she can't help but find that incredibly unfair, but being mauled just to spite her isn't exactly going to prove any point.

She sighs, turns, and inclines her head in grudging indication for her counterpart to come and catch up with her. "Fine. You want to pretend you're actually sorry for kidnapping me, brainwashing me, and stealing my life for months, who am I to argue?"

Yeah. That little bit of unpleasantness. Why no, Olivia's not still bitter at all.

Say hi there to my bad body double

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