http://rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-08-06 07:29 pm

Requiem unite!

Who: Brie, Mina, Anna and Jones
What: Meeting up with Brie, as she apparently wants to see everyone from her world
Where: The Valhalla Inn, Brie's room
When: Just after nightfall (though Jones can feel free to come beforehand)
Warnings: None

Brie watched as the sun went down over the horizon. She thought about Luke -- she could still feel the strong grip of his hands as she was being pulling away.

Everything had happened so suddenly. Despite what Anna has told her, Brie is still convinced that the Fae are at work in this world. They clearly proved themselves of teleporting an entire city and its residents to a world that shouldn't exist. What's to say they couldn't teleport all of Chicago's residents to random worlds?

Brie didn't know why she had asked to see Anna and Jones so immediately, but if there were going to be familiar faces in this place, she wants to stick together. There's always strength in numbers, and unless they actively refused, Brie would want Anna and Jones on her side.

Sitting down on her bed, she waited for her guests to arrive.
indiscreet: so fine and so distant (rehearse your list of loves to me)

[personal profile] indiscreet 2011-08-22 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Anna's eyes dart up, a bit surprised, when Mina so casually grants Brie the right to such a significant boon. Of course, she had the ability to write a letter, too. Or, rather, she had that boon until she sold it: there was more than ample demand for such a thing in Baedal's markets. (Still, though, she insisted to herself, she didn't believe in these so-called "gods.")

She could have written to Leander, of course.

But their argument was still so sore in her mind. (All this time, to think she had begun to understand him, and then lose him like that, all at once, it felt like, just over some damned bell. She had only been trying to help, for God's sake, but now she could hardly do anything without being his enemy, as he saw it. So all she had gotten out of it was that he wasn't hers any longer -- not in any sense of the phrase. She didn't want to think about him, now, and she most certainly did not want to write him.) And she liked the new wardrobe she'd bought with the money just fine, thank you.

So she talks about something else.

"The time lines are all balled up now, aren't they? We're as bad as Primogen Brown, the lot of us." She quirks her lip.
Edited 2011-08-22 08:49 (UTC)
wandandsickle: (fancy schmancy)

[personal profile] wandandsickle 2011-08-31 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Or perhaps this is how it happened all along? Nimue always had more of a sense for these things than I did," Jones admits. "Or perhaps this is a divergent reality, and the original versions of us are still going about their business while we're here?" Thinking about this gives her a bit of a headache, although it's an interesting exercise. Well, less of an exercise now and more practical...

She stops herself, though; that's probably a little over her company's heads. This isn't the Ordo Dracul, after all.
primogen_vampirate: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2011-08-31 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mina wasn't going to take no for an answer from Jacqueline, but that debate could wait until they were alone. For now, she supposed, they would keep up the appearance of their business relationship. Although it seemed stupid. Every other facade had fallen, at this point. What did it matter if Jones and Anna knew more? It should have been bloody obvious that Mina cared deeply for the Sheriff.

"I submit that if some version of me was foolhardy enough to accept a Fae title, then I am the original version and she is the divergent," Mina said, mostly to prove to Jones that she could follow the conversation than anything else. She supposed that would probably get her struck by lightning or something, but frankly, Mina didn't care right now.

It was a very serious problem; a vampire who had always been so terribly full of life no longer cared.

About anything.

"I suppose that you two," she said, glancing at Jones and Anna, "will want some time to brief Brie about Hellsing. I'll leave you to it." She stood up, smoothing down her nightgown to try to cover up the scar on her thigh. "And I should put on some decent clothing."
wandandsickle: (what is this i don't even)

[personal profile] wandandsickle 2011-08-31 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," she says, thoughtfully, to Mina's comment about her own words, before taking note of the rest.

"Brief Brie about what?" she asks, tilting her head in a perplexed sort of way. "I mean, I... don't know what's there to brief about?"