( closed ) when we die, i believe we go to a better place; no where.

[asklepios]

Who: "Vanessza Bernát" and Jason Todd
What: Winning friends and influencing people.
Where: Benny's apartment in Syriac Well.
When: Vaguely nowish.
Notes: JILLI AND I HAVE BEEN REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS, IT'S KIND OF PATHETIC.
Warnings: Threats of medically expert violence, discussion of alarming things, specifics to follow when the thread progresses.

She takes her shoes off outside the apartment.

It means she's quieter when she comes inside, slipping the door open and closed again with so-gentle hands, stocking-feet and carpet and experience, the kind that means she already knows there's someone inside who shouldn't be. She can hear him in the next room (the scrape of the entrance to the crawl space, that's going to be a problem) and she makes a decision without breaking stride, a side-trip into the spare room for syringe, pulling the cap off the needle with her teeth as she keeps moving.

The apartment is too cramped for the sword and he's between her and the crossbow. It wouldn't have been ideal, anyway.

While there are worse ways to be greeted by a woman than her hand on your inner thigh, Jason would be forgiven for preferring some of them to the prick of a syringe through his jeans and a (mostly) French accent floating up with her perfume (Guerlain, Shalimar, he probably saw the bottle while he was going through her things): “An air embolism is not a fool-proof method of killing someone. An artery is almost ideal, but how much air is needed and what it will actually do to your body, these things, they vary. If I don't care for your explanation -- and you will give me an explanation -- then you and I, we will play the odds. Regardless of whether you live or die, it will not be pleasant. Am I understood?”

(She sounds like she's talking to a patient.)

Comments

[goodsoldier]

He doesn't move to look down at Vanessza Bernát/Mélisande Girard because not moving at all seems like a wise decision — for the moment. As she says, air embolisms aren't fool-proof, and not even that quick when they do work, but he'd prefer to avoid it altogether. Not least because air embolism. In his sometimes complex scheme of priorities, however, Vanessza is a person of extreme interest, someone he wishes very pressingly to talk to, and not to attack. He just wishes the talk were happening several minutes from now with him not on a ladder with a needle pressed to his thigh.

"Fair," Jason says, his voice echoing slightly due to his head being inside a crawlspace. He does not sound unduly stressed. "Okay, here it is: someone suggested you could be useful to me and I was gonna just take a look around but I got carried away. In retrospect, this was not necessary and I should've left like twenty minutes ago."

Left unsaid yet strongly implied: but you have so many things???