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Do you think I'll have an after world? I wasn't alone when it happens. My brother was with me. That's something I guess. I'll count myself lucky. I'm just sad that it hurt him to see it.
[He visibly takes a deep breath, steals himself, and blinks back tears.]
I wish I was as sure as you are.
I wish I was as sure as you are.
I mean, I like you, most of the time. When you're not being - intentionally antagonistic. Maybe I should try to get out more.
[ he's leaning back, rubbing his face - weirdly embarrassed. ]
[ he's leaning back, rubbing his face - weirdly embarrassed. ]
You just let her loose! It scared me. But - yeah, fine. Those jokes are off the table.
No such thing, at least not where I'm from. I think the Jedi talk about living on in the force after they die, but we're not them.
"I'll see what Fives says." He knows what Dogma will say.
[It's evening, and Azula is lurking in the level 8 stairwell, on the opposite end of the hall from where her and Betelgeuse's cabins are located. The plan is relatively simple, but risky, and involves a few variables: she's banking on BJ heading out sometime tonight (she's already verified that he's in his cabin, at least; she'd watched him go in), and she's banking on him turning to head towards the closer stairwell rather than the one she's in. She's banking on him not being on a voice or a video call, because she's not interested in the complications that witnesses would cause. And she's banking on no one stumbling upon the scene - at least, not until she's ready for it.
But if all those variables pan out in her favor, then tonight will be the night.]
But if all those variables pan out in her favor, then tonight will be the night.]
[Betelgeuse is usually out and about, but he does come back to his cabin to change or to get some alone time when he needs to recharge away from people. Being "On" all the time can be exhausting, so his cabin's more of a retreat from chaos than he's willing to admit. Even if it's chaos he causes.
He is in a far, far better mood than usual, because Hange is awake, he's out of Zero, and he's on his way to go knock on the door of a few friends to see who's around and wants to hang out.
He comes out of his cabin and turns towards the closer stairwell, debating whether or not he should grab a late snack before heading off to Ford's or Stan's or Rhys' or Bill's. The night's young, after all.]
He is in a far, far better mood than usual, because Hange is awake, he's out of Zero, and he's on his way to go knock on the door of a few friends to see who's around and wants to hang out.
He comes out of his cabin and turns towards the closer stairwell, debating whether or not he should grab a late snack before heading off to Ford's or Stan's or Rhys' or Bill's. The night's young, after all.]
[Well there's an unexpected little flaw in the plan.
BJ goes down on his stomach, motionless for a few long seconds. His back is smoking and there's a bit of fire, as well as the smell of rotten, baked meat.
Unfortunately for Azula, he's a) already dead, and b) has healing powers.
So, with an almighty groan, he tries to roll himself over on his back, muttering]
Ow. Ow. Okay. Haaaaah. Okay. Standing up. Going to...stand up. Ow. In a few. Just gotta...Ow.
BJ goes down on his stomach, motionless for a few long seconds. His back is smoking and there's a bit of fire, as well as the smell of rotten, baked meat.
Unfortunately for Azula, he's a) already dead, and b) has healing powers.
So, with an almighty groan, he tries to roll himself over on his back, muttering]
Ow. Ow. Okay. Haaaaah. Okay. Standing up. Going to...stand up. Ow. In a few. Just gotta...Ow.
[Well, that's annoying; she'd been hoping for a quick, clean death. Still, she's not unsatisfied with these results - he's clearly in a lot of pain, and that counts for something. Quickly, before he can spot her, she zips back to the stairwell and heads up. It's important that she be seen as far away from here as possible, as quickly as possible. She'll never be able to prove that she didn't do this, but that isn't the point. She wants Betelgeuse (and anyone else who might be thinking about daring to cross her) to speculate that this might have been her, or even to assume that it was her - while still having a good buffer of plausible deniability for herself.]
[Turns out that electricity straight to the heart really hurts, even if one is a weird corpse who has healing. He barely knows what even hit him, and turns his head to hopefully catch a glimpse of just what the hell happened.
But Azula is gone, and he grumbles and moves towards very messy process of sitting up so that someone else doesn't step on him while he waits to heal. BJ shuffles himself, worm-like, towards the wall, one hand against his chest.
He reaches for his communicator, yelping when his fingers touch it; the metal is singed, and burned to a crisp]
But Azula is gone, and he grumbles and moves towards very messy process of sitting up so that someone else doesn't step on him while he waits to heal. BJ shuffles himself, worm-like, towards the wall, one hand against his chest.
He reaches for his communicator, yelping when his fingers touch it; the metal is singed, and burned to a crisp]
Callisto spends a great deal of her time being obvious and impossible to miss, and it's not exactly so that she's harder to notice when she's being quiet and still, but it's not not that either. She can practically smell the lightning on the air, and it makes her eyes tick up from where she's sitting on the floor of the common room inspecting one of the carpets there. She pushes silently to her feet and follows the smell of burned flesh - unmistakable to her, given her powers at full force have taken form as both lightning and fire.
She follows the sound of Betelgeuse failing to die, notes the patter of feet but thinks little enough of it as she pushes open the stairwell door and pulls a face at the stench.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she purrs, raising an eyebrow.
She follows the sound of Betelgeuse failing to die, notes the patter of feet but thinks little enough of it as she pushes open the stairwell door and pulls a face at the stench.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she purrs, raising an eyebrow.
"The consequences of my own actions!" he sputter-laughs, but ends it in a gasp of pain. "Ow. Fuck."
Betelgeuse is lying sprawled like a diseased starfish, an arm draped over a higher stair and another being used to prop himself up lest he slip again. His clothing is still smoky and all of his fingertips are blackened and oozing.
Despite all this, he winks at Callisto.
"Come here often?"
Betelgeuse is lying sprawled like a diseased starfish, an arm draped over a higher stair and another being used to prop himself up lest he slip again. His clothing is still smoky and all of his fingertips are blackened and oozing.
Despite all this, he winks at Callisto.
"Come here often?"
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