[ Everything's gone to hell in a fucking hand basket. The high Ava's had from the Frenzy and the blood have finally gone away and she's gone back to the Caducan ship to find survivors and stragglers - and to finish off anyone else still alive from their enemies. Hours ago, days ago, she might have been more merciful. She hadn't wanted to kill. But the high body count she passes of their own crew has only steeled her resolve to keep killing, to make sure none of them ever come back to give the Moirans this kind of trouble again.
There are very few auras still around. Many of them are dying Caducans and still living Moirans, injured and otherwise, and Ava steps around the dying as if she can't hear them moaning. She follows her senses to a room full of bodies and only one person alive, and as she turns the corner, her hand goes to her katana --
But she finds Deacon, alive, which forces the relief to be even more palpable than before. They're both a fucking mess: though most of her injuries have been healed forcefully by drinking blood, the evidence is still there on her head and on her shirt and pants as she approaches. ]
SNAFU is so old, honestly. And I haven't heard FUBAR from anyone except my parents.
[ It's supposed to be a tease. It doesn't come out quite right, her throat raw and her emotions tangled. She crouches down, voice quiet. ]
step 3 & 4
There are very few auras still around. Many of them are dying Caducans and still living Moirans, injured and otherwise, and Ava steps around the dying as if she can't hear them moaning. She follows her senses to a room full of bodies and only one person alive, and as she turns the corner, her hand goes to her katana --
But she finds Deacon, alive, which forces the relief to be even more palpable than before. They're both a fucking mess: though most of her injuries have been healed forcefully by drinking blood, the evidence is still there on her head and on her shirt and pants as she approaches. ]
SNAFU is so old, honestly. And I haven't heard FUBAR from anyone except my parents.
[ It's supposed to be a tease. It doesn't come out quite right, her throat raw and her emotions tangled. She crouches down, voice quiet. ]
Are you hurt?