Yvette Larinyan (
poll_the_stars) wrote in
glowfic2015-07-10 03:33 pm
Don't expect mercy from my government
One elf is starting to run out of time. The assassins plotting to kill her could show up any day now. She would really rather they didn't.
The irony doesn't escape her. She's still sending messages about her plans to sell off all of her lifespan and die to become a daeva with a lot of OTC currency. If she wanted, she could mint a ton of Ka, then let the assassins kill her. But the idea doesn't appeal. Some form of giving up, of letting them win. She's not often petty, but in this particular instance she thinks she'll indulge herself. Besides, it's not like they're the merciful type. She recalls Aisilian's perfect comprehensioned words. You were in quite a lot of pain...
No. No, she'll - not do that. She'll go spend a little while in Nexus.
She sends Miles a message.
The irony doesn't escape her. She's still sending messages about her plans to sell off all of her lifespan and die to become a daeva with a lot of OTC currency. If she wanted, she could mint a ton of Ka, then let the assassins kill her. But the idea doesn't appeal. Some form of giving up, of letting them win. She's not often petty, but in this particular instance she thinks she'll indulge herself. Besides, it's not like they're the merciful type. She recalls Aisilian's perfect comprehensioned words. You were in quite a lot of pain...
No. No, she'll - not do that. She'll go spend a little while in Nexus.
She sends Miles a message.
So everything is packed and I have everything I need with me to flee my dimension before I get assassinated. Is now a good time?

no subject
Inavet gets a PM from Esthfora.
no subject
She blinks, confused.
"... Esthfora says I'll be fine, and that it's, 'Time to go to Synnefisia now.' That's, er, a city. The capital of the Sunrise Empire, actually. She - wants to know if you would like your mind protected?" She sounds very confused.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
It kind of looks like she wants Inavet to stay away from whatever it is, too.
no subject
Her first instinct: someone is causing havoc in Facet, stop them! Her second instinct: oh goddesses she'll die. The result of this inner battle is a very complicated face that looks like some mix of very determined and subtly frightened. She stands anyway, setting her jaw. "Well. I suppose I should go stop it."
no subject
...well, but not much. She watches Ina closely, though.
no subject
"... I am not unmoved by the prospect of dying," she murmurs as way of explanation.
no subject
That would get a hug, but given Ina's cool response to the last one, maybe better to skip it.
"Would it help if I went with you?"
no subject
She... Doesn't particularly want to die alone. She also doesn't want to be the type of person that shies away from saving people just because she is going to be made temporarily dead doing it. But also, her life is valuable, and it's understandable for her to find it scary. It's okay to want some kind of comfort when willingly walking into a situation where you know you're going to die. It is less okay to traumatize someone else doing it. She has no reason to believe her death will be nice. She - doesn't know what she wants. Not without thinking about it for an extended period of time, time which she likely doesn't have.
"I. Maybe. I don't know."
no subject
"I want to, I think. If it will help you. This isn't new, for me; I'll be okay."
no subject
That sounded almost like a, 'Yes I would like you to come.'
no subject
Then, she gets a black metal necklace out of a different pouch and puts it on, with a slightly grim look. When she's finished with that, she nods again. "Okay, I'm ready."
no subject
Ina looks at the Chron, still in her hand. "... I'm going to die regardless, and if I don't I've screwed up. You should - probably be the one to have five and a half seconds of time when you really need it."
no subject
no subject
She debates over if she should sell her buffer of lifespan, then decides against it. If she's going to be getting into a fight, she should be at - well. Her best. Even with the profit loss. She can likely make it up by exporting sense records.
No more excuses then.
"You're going to want to be invisible for this," she murmurs.
no subject
no subject
Gate.
Let's go die.