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3/9/15 - Genesis Rodriguez at the “Run All Night” Premiere in NYC.
"Not a dragon. Draugr. Ghost. The spooks and ghouls that typically haunt places like this, waiting to feast on those who trespass.”
Loki watched the other use the mortal device to create a torch, not bothering to help by lighting one herself. Besides, something such as this would be much more interesting the darker it was. As a rule, she didn’t much go near haunted crypts, not unless there was something inside that would prove useful to her. Like this one had, she was sure of it.
She did not know, however, why this woman was here. Unless she was just a simple crypt robber, then it would make sense. After all, why would a mortal want near a haunted tomb of the Vikings? Typically, they had better things to do, such as destroying the realm they lived on.
"Can I not be here simply because I want to be? My, but you humans are all for following rules and needing reasons not to."
“Ohhhhh.. Draugr. Like those goons in Skyrim? Yeah, no I ain’t fraid of no ghosts, dame. I got machetes and swords for any ghoul that said he was raw. Pick your preferred War deity and put their name in this sentence: ‘Blank’ themself would be proud of my ability to tear through anything in my way..”
Leona would’ve chosen Oya, the warrior-goddess of the Niger River... but she wasn’t asked to fill in the blank, now was she? Forward. Forward, the voice in her head cried, bringing her deeper and deeper into the depths of this burial mound, where shadows soon overtook light and the echos of shuffling feet and ringing armor were a lot more worrying than the groaning.
Not- Not too worrying, of course. She’d already quoted Ghostbusters, she couldn’t back down from that level of boast now. She did keep her finger on the trigger though... rounded corners a little slower, no big deal.
“You don’t strike me as a ‘simply’ kind of person, sister.. You’re on about ghosts in the grave, you’re unreasonably unhelpful, and no one who’s just bumming around uses the phrase ‘you humans’ in polite conversation.
My gut’s telling me you’re here to fuck things up for me, and I’m letting you know here, and now.. next to this grotesque looking corpse, that ruining this for me is not cool. You understand?”
Can I tell you guys about some sad things I put together for Leona? (Or like One sad thing and then one happy thing, because balance is important.)
Before Daeva killed Leona like three years ago, she was sliding into this deep sadness because her friends wouldn’t humor her erratic, last-second scheming and pseudo-genocidal bullshit and she began perceiving them as people who didn’t really care about her. Three years of sitting on that thought, a death, a rebirth and a second death later and now she’s stuck in some child’s head sort of... replaying the last few days of her life over and over again.
(Think GLaDOS in Portal 2)
Her best friend is gone.. off to who knows where with her infuriating dogs, and the only other person who she assumed cared about her is relatively nearby, but she can’t go talk to her.. Because she can’t tell the child to go do that. Their connection isn’t strong enough, all new kid gets is whispers and instinctual pushes.
So she’s just stuck up there, in this cramped head space, musing on her naivete and her loneliness and there’s just... nothing she can do. There’ll never be anything she can do. And up to the point where the new kid fully absorbs her into her sub-conscious, she’s just swimming in a pool of her own self-depreciation.
Isn’t that great?
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Oh No You Didn’t - The Wojahn Brothers
Sucker tried to play me, but you never payed me, never (Oh No You Didn’t)
Payback is a coming, you will be running forever (Oh No You Didn’t)
Until I get my vengeance, I will never end this mayhem (Oh No You Didn’t)
I’m a mercenary, you ain’t got a prayer, you owe meeee~
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This, at first sight, was quite a deal more than Najwa was willing to deal with. People dying, people being hurt, people losing their loved ones, that was sad. It was sad all around, and her lips were turned down in a worried frown.
Still something to see, though.
She turns at a voice, offering something she honestly hadn’t expected either.
"If you could, that would be something to see! Can you? I don’t have much money to bet, but I still have. About three hundred american dollars, I think?"
She raises her brows at the other hopefully, reasonably sure what the other was proposing would save everyone at best, and be something to see, at the very least.
“Three hundred bucks it is. Sealed, secured and signed on the bottom line.. All my money’s upstairs, sixth floor apartment P. If I die just kick the door down... Promise I won’t sue.”
That was a lie, if she really did die the last thing she was gonna do was let someone kick down her fucking door. She’d already be unreasonably pissed for getting offed by a fucking rock, it’d- It just wouldn’t be a healthy environment. Ah, but back to the rock... Hollywood would tell her to nuke the damn thing, but she was very positive she wasn’t gonna pull a Davy Crockett out of her ass this time..
Bet. She’d have to handle this New Testament style. That choice, and the salvation of all humanity (gathered in the city) began with two fingers pressed to her fang necklace. A flash of light, a growl of pain from the lioness and- Ahh. Instant cosmic puberty
Gloves on, hair curling up and extending past her shoulders in blonde curls, she had her eyes locked on the prize and she wasn’t gonna let it go.
“Take a step back. This might get awful..”
Off into the sky she went, leaving a crater where she once stood and a visible trail of red mist as she ascended. She was gonna break it.. like a Kit Kat bar.
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"—I see. I happen to be the opposite. I’d rather no one witness what I am truly capable of.”
“I respect that.. it adds suspense to moments of conflict and what is life if not one big drama? Sure s’hell must be boring hiding who you really are all the time though.”
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“Not having Wifi in your own home is so fucking frustrating, dude... I can’t tweet, I can’t order take-out. I’m a fucking recluse and people readily assume I’m dead! I’m... Fuck.”