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"What an evening."Â
"Youâre telling me."
"Oh, hello, Lieutenant⌠Iâm sorry, what was your name again?"Â
"Rebecca. Iâm surprised you donât remember my name."
"Well, forgive me for not remembering the name of someone Iâve only met once."Â
"Well, I thought I would have left more of an impression after kicking your ass."
"What, are you trying to start something again? Violence isn't the solution to everything."Â
"What an evening."Â
"Youâre telling me."
"Oh, hello, Lieutenant⌠Iâm sorry, what was your name again?"Â
"Rebecca. Iâm surprised you donât remember my name."
"Well, forgive me for not remembering the name of someone I've only met once."Â
"What an evening."Â
"Youâre telling me."
"Oh, hello, Lieutenant... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"Â
"What an evening."Â
ooc: I have a very bad sad.
It might be partially because my girlfriend and I ran out of cigarettes and donât have any money to buy more so now Iâm withdrawing, but I still have it.Â
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The nightmare was continuing; its grip on her was relentless, and she just wanted it to endâŚÂ
The guard laughed mercilessly as he reached into the cell to grab her. She quickly crawled backwards, her eyes filled with terror. Everything was cold; the floor, the walls, the bars, her own bodyâŚÂ
She felt her back collide with the wall behind her and gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she was cornered, and she curled into the fetal position, her arms over her head in an attempt to protect herself.Â
"If youâd just fucking cooperate for once, itâd be so much easier for you!" The Drachman dropped thick from his lips as he cracked a whip behind him, as the cell door creaked open, as he walked towards her. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes locked onto him as he approached, a taunting sneer on his lips. The whip cracked, and it lashed her, sending pain through her stomach as she cried out.Â
"Stop," she begged, her body quivering. "Please stopâŚÂ leave me alone!â
Liesel heard the scream from outside and jumped up from the table she sat at, immediately drawing her pistol. Damn it, if Drachma was here again, she would make them regret ever showing up.Â
She walked outside and looked around for a moment. That was odd; there were no signs of a struggle anywhere⌠when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, pleading with somebodyâŚ
Karla?
She followed in the direction of the voice to the back of the house and saw her daughter curled up in the snow against the house, her arms over her head and her body shaking. âKarla!â Liesel put away her pistol and dashed over to her, kneeling in the snow next to her and grabbing her shoulders. âKarla, whatâs wrong? Talk to me! Karla!â
The guard suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her roughly by the arm, causing her to fall forward onto her face as tears leaked from her eyesâŚ
"Stop it!" she shrieked suddenly, feeling unfamiliar hands on her shoulders. She yanked her knife out from its sheath and slashed behind her, hoping and praying sheâd hit the guard; leave me alone, god damn it, go awayâŚ
The hands let her go, and she quickly scurried away from the stranger, her body shivering with cold and fear. âGo away!â she screamed, curling up in the fetal position once more.Â
She kept a tight hold on Karla as her daughter screamed again, but she was suddenly forced to let go as she felt metal slashing through her clothing, slicing her side and stomach open. Liesel let out a groan of pain and almost fell forward, pressing a hand to her wound and looking up just in time to see Karla crawl away from her and curl up again. The woman glanced down at her hand and saw blood covering her fingers before covering her wound again. Damn, that was a deep wound⌠Karla definitely knew how to use that knife of hersâŚÂ
"Karla," she gasped, panting. "Whatâs wrong with you? Iâm not trying to hurt youâŚ"Â
Karla raised her head suddenly, still trembling, and saw a guard on the floor in front of her, holding his side. She did manage to hit him, goodâŚÂ
"Iâm not trying to hurt you!" the guard exclaimed. Her eyes widened as she watched him struggle to get up, and she clenched her knife more tightly in her hand. "Whatâs wrong with you?"Â
"Keep away from me!" she shrieked. The guard staggered to his feet, and instinctively, Karla threw her knife at him. It caught him and stuck into the inside of his thigh, causing him to fall to the floor once more with a shout.Â
Just as Liesel had gotten to her feet, Karla screamed at her once more. Before she could do anything to respond, she felt pain blossom in her thigh and collapsed into the snow once again with a shout. She looked down to see Karlaâs knife sticking into her leg, She had half a mind to pull it out, but she knew that would make the wound worse. She glanced up at Karla to see tears running down her face, her eyes locked on her mother, as if she was seeing someone there that Liesel couldnât.Â
Lieselâs vision began swimming as her surroundings started spinning around her. Her stomach wound was bleeding, her leg was bleeding, and she was rapidly losing blood⌠this wasnât good. One of her hands scrabbled and gripped at the snow, sending chills through her body. Damn it, she was stronger than this, a couple of wounds were nothing! âKarla!â she cried weakly. âKarla, snap out of it, damn it! Iâm not trying to hurt you! Itâs me, your mother! Stop attacking me!âÂ
If she attacks me again, Iâll have to shoot herâŚ
"You liar!â Karla screamed. She shakily got to her feet and crossed over to the guard. He was not going to take her alive again, he wasnât! She yanked the knife out of his leg and raised it above her head, her eyes scaping down his body to discover where to stab first. Damn it, he wasnât taking her alive, and he wasnât going to leave here alive, either!Â
"You deserve to die!â
Liesel hissed at the pain of the knife being drawn out of her thigh, and her eyes widened when she saw Karla standing over her, the blade raised over her head. "Karla, don't!" she cried. Instinctively, she pulled out her pistol and fired at her daughter without really aiming.Â
Karla, I'm sorry...Â
The nightmare was continuing; its grip on her was relentless, and she just wanted it to endâŚÂ
The guard laughed mercilessly as he reached into the cell to grab her. She quickly crawled backwards, her eyes filled with terror. Everything was cold; the floor, the walls, the bars, her own bodyâŚÂ
She felt her back collide with the wall behind her and gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she was cornered, and she curled into the fetal position, her arms over her head in an attempt to protect herself.Â
"If youâd just fucking cooperate for once, itâd be so much easier for you!" The Drachman dropped thick from his lips as he cracked a whip behind him, as the cell door creaked open, as he walked towards her. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes locked onto him as he approached, a taunting sneer on his lips. The whip cracked, and it lashed her, sending pain through her stomach as she cried out.Â
"Stop," she begged, her body quivering. "Please stopâŚÂ leave me alone!â
Liesel heard the scream from outside and jumped up from the table she sat at, immediately drawing her pistol. Damn it, if Drachma was here again, she would make them regret ever showing up.Â
She walked outside and looked around for a moment. That was odd; there were no signs of a struggle anywhere⌠when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, pleading with somebodyâŚ
Karla?
She followed in the direction of the voice to the back of the house and saw her daughter curled up in the snow against the house, her arms over her head and her body shaking. âKarla!â Liesel put away her pistol and dashed over to her, kneeling in the snow next to her and grabbing her shoulders. âKarla, whatâs wrong? Talk to me! Karla!â
The guard suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her roughly by the arm, causing her to fall forward onto her face as tears leaked from her eyesâŚ
"Stop it!" she shrieked suddenly, feeling unfamiliar hands on her shoulders. She yanked her knife out from its sheath and slashed behind her, hoping and praying sheâd hit the guard; leave me alone, god damn it, go awayâŚ
The hands let her go, and she quickly scurried away from the stranger, her body shivering with cold and fear. âGo away!â she screamed, curling up in the fetal position once more.Â
She kept a tight hold on Karla as her daughter screamed again, but she was suddenly forced to let go as she felt metal slashing through her clothing, slicing her side and stomach open. Liesel let out a groan of pain and almost fell forward, pressing a hand to her wound and looking up just in time to see Karla crawl away from her and curl up again. The woman glanced down at her hand and saw blood covering her fingers before covering her wound again. Damn, that was a deep wound⌠Karla definitely knew how to use that knife of hersâŚÂ
"Karla," she gasped, panting. "Whatâs wrong with you? Iâm not trying to hurt youâŚ"Â
Karla raised her head suddenly, still trembling, and saw a guard on the floor in front of her, holding his side. She did manage to hit him, goodâŚÂ
"Iâm not trying to hurt you!" the guard exclaimed. Her eyes widened as she watched him struggle to get up, and she clenched her knife more tightly in her hand. "Whatâs wrong with you?"Â
"Keep away from me!" she shrieked. The guard staggered to his feet, and instinctively, Karla threw her knife at him. It caught him and stuck into the inside of his thigh, causing him to fall to the floor once more with a shout.Â
Just as Liesel had gotten to her feet, Karla screamed at her once more. Before she could do anything to respond, she felt pain blossom in her thigh and collapsed into the snow once again with a shout. She looked down to see Karla's knife sticking into her leg, She had half a mind to pull it out, but she knew that would make the wound worse. She glanced up at Karla to see tears running down her face, her eyes locked on her mother, as if she was seeing someone there that Liesel couldn't.Â
Liesel's vision began swimming as her surroundings started spinning around her. Her stomach wound was bleeding, her leg was bleeding, and she was rapidly losing blood... this wasn't good. One of her hands scrabbled and gripped at the snow, sending chills through her body. Damn it, she was stronger than this, a couple of wounds were nothing! "Karla!" she cried weakly. "Karla, snap out of it, damn it! I'm not trying to hurt you! It's me, your mother! Stop attacking me!"Â
If she attacks me again, I'll have to shoot her...
The nightmare was continuing; its grip on her was relentless, and she just wanted it to endâŚÂ
The guard laughed mercilessly as he reached into the cell to grab her. She quickly crawled backwards, her eyes filled with terror. Everything was cold; the floor, the walls, the bars, her own bodyâŚÂ
She felt her back collide with the wall behind her and gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she was cornered, and she curled into the fetal position, her arms over her head in an attempt to protect herself.Â
"If youâd just fucking cooperate for once, itâd be so much easier for you!" The Drachman dropped thick from his lips as he cracked a whip behind him, as the cell door creaked open, as he walked towards her. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes locked onto him as he approached, a taunting sneer on his lips. The whip cracked, and it lashed her, sending pain through her stomach as she cried out.Â
"Stop," she begged, her body quivering. "Please stopâŚÂ leave me alone!â
Liesel heard the scream from outside and jumped up from the table she sat at, immediately drawing her pistol. Damn it, if Drachma was here again, she would make them regret ever showing up.Â
She walked outside and looked around for a moment. That was odd; there were no signs of a struggle anywhere⌠when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, pleading with somebodyâŚ
Karla?
She followed in the direction of the voice to the back of the house and saw her daughter curled up in the snow against the house, her arms over her head and her body shaking. âKarla!â Liesel put away her pistol and dashed over to her, kneeling in the snow next to her and grabbing her shoulders. âKarla, whatâs wrong? Talk to me! Karla!â
The guard suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her roughly by the arm, causing her to fall forward onto her face as tears leaked from her eyesâŚ
"Stop it!" she shrieked suddenly, feeling unfamiliar hands on her shoulders. She yanked her knife out from its sheath and slashed behind her, hoping and praying sheâd hit the guard; leave me alone, god damn it, go awayâŚ
The hands let her go, and she quickly scurried away from the stranger, her body shivering with cold and fear. âGo away!â she screamed, curling up in the fetal position once more.Â
She kept a tight hold on Karla as her daughter screamed again, but she was suddenly forced to let go as she felt metal slashing through her clothing, slicing her side and stomach open. Liesel let out a groan of pain and almost fell forward, pressing a hand to her wound and looking up just in time to see Karla crawl away from her and curl up again. The woman glanced down at her hand and saw blood covering her fingers before covering her wound again. Damn, that was a deep wound... Karla definitely knew how to use that knife of hers...Â
"Karla," she gasped, panting. "What's wrong with you? I'm not trying to hurt you..."Â
The nightmare was continuing; its grip on her was relentless, and she just wanted it to endâŚÂ
The guard laughed mercilessly as he reached into the cell to grab her. She quickly crawled backwards, her eyes filled with terror. Everything was cold; the floor, the walls, the bars, her own bodyâŚÂ
She felt her back collide with the wall behind her and gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she realized she was cornered, and she curled into the fetal position, her arms over her head in an attempt to protect herself.Â
"If youâd just fucking cooperate for once, itâd be so much easier for you!" The Drachman dropped thick from his lips as he cracked a whip behind him, as the cell door creaked open, as he walked towards her. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes locked onto him as he approached, a taunting sneer on his lips. The whip cracked, and it lashed her, sending pain through her stomach as she cried out.Â
"Stop," she begged, her body quivering. "Please stopâŚÂ leave me alone!â
Liesel heard the scream from outside and jumped up from the table she sat at, immediately drawing her pistol. Damn it, if Drachma was here again, she would make them regret ever showing up.Â
She walked outside and looked around for a moment. That was odd; there were no signs of a struggle anywhere... when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, pleading with somebody...
Karla?
She followed in the direction of the voice to the back of the house and saw her daughter curled up in the snow against the house, her arms over her head and her body shaking. "Karla!" Liesel put away her pistol and dashed over to her, kneeling in the snow next to her and grabbing her shoulders. "Karla, what's wrong? Talk to me! Karla!"
Emotionally shatter my muse. Break them. Hurt them. Give them a nightmare that will haunt them. Make them cry. Make me regret asking you for this!
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
It took all of her willpower not to turn around and slap her again. Keep at him? After the obvious warning to stay away from him? Yeah, right. And Ivan had made it very obvious that he just wanted to stay home with his âperfectâ family. What right did she have to interfere in that, right?
Lieselâs eyes narrowed slightly, and she let Rebecca go. Fine, if she wanted to ignore her now, she would let her. âOr you could continue on in your misery, the way youâre doing just now. The choice is yours.âÂ
Rebecca seriously felt like crying now. Meeting Ivan had been the single worst thing to have ever happened to her. Even worse than her mother leaving her. Worse than Ishval. And his wife was completely insane. âWhatever,â she muttered, stomping away. âI just need to get away from you and your mixed messages. If you see Ivan, tell him to get in contact with me soon, otherwise Iâm done.â
Liesel watched her as she stormed away. "Fine," she murmured to herself. "You were a lost cause, anyway." She could tell the moment she'd laid eyes on the younger woman. It was sad, really.Â
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
Great, now Rebecca just felt worse. She should just leave before she felt like killing herself even more.
She turned her back on Liesel and began to walk away. âFine. You win. You and Karla can have Ivan all to yourself. He obviously thinks his ârealâ family is more important anyway. Why should Mat matter to him? Heâs the result of some stupid affair. Not important, right?â God, now she felt like crying. Why had she come here again? Oh, right. For her son.
Liesel wound up her whip and strapped it to her hip again, and she approached Rebecca, reaching out and grasping her shoulder. âLieutenant Catalina,â she said. âListen to me for a moment. Your son is important; every childâs life is important. I believe that. Why else would I take care of Karlaâs daughter despite the fact that I know the circumstances of her conception?â She sighed. âIvan is just .. thick-headed. It takes more than one lecture to get things to stick in his brain. Sometimes it takes physical force. Heâll get it eventually if you keep at him.âÂ
It took all of her willpower not to turn around and slap her again. Keep at him? After the obvious warning to stay away from him? Yeah, right. And Ivan had made it very obvious that he just wanted to stay home with his âperfectâ family. What right did she have to interfere in that, right?
Liesel's eyes narrowed slightly, and she let Rebecca go. Fine, if she wanted to ignore her now, she would let her. "Or you could continue on in your misery, the way you're doing just now. The choice is yours."Â
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
If this woman was smart, sheâd consider herself lucky I havenât gone full force on her, Liesel thought irritably. âIâm not afraid of being shot at,â she replied. âBeing shot at doesnât matter to me. Unfortunately for you, Lieutenant, youâre not a threat to me. Honestly, you should be more worried for yourself.âÂ
"Why the fuck are you doing this anyway?!" she demanded, her hands on her hips. "I know you hate me for sleeping with Ivan. And, yeah, it was extremely stupid of me. But I didnât know he was fucking married, okay?! I never wouldâve gone near him if there was any indication that he was!"
"Oh, Ivanâs in trouble too, donât doubt that," she answered. "However, it takes two to complete the action. Those who attack me will be attacked in return, also. Consider this a lesson to you." This womanâs attitude was really start to annoy her, and annoying Liesel was equal to suicide.Â
Great, now Rebecca just felt worse. She should just leave before she felt like killing herself even more.
She turned her back on Liesel and began to walk away. âFine. You win. You and Karla can have Ivan all to yourself. He obviously thinks his ârealâ family is more important anyway. Why should Mat matter to him? Heâs the result of some stupid affair. Not important, right?â God, now she felt like crying. Why had she come here again? Oh, right. For her son.
Liesel wound up her whip and strapped it to her hip again, and she approached Rebecca, reaching out and grasping her shoulder. "Lieutenant Catalina," she said. "Listen to me for a moment. Your son is important; every child's life is important. I believe that. Why else would I take care of Karla's daughter despite the fact that I know the circumstances of her conception?" She sighed. "Ivan is just .. thick-headed. It takes more than one lecture to get things to stick in his brain. Sometimes it takes physical force. He'll get it eventually if you keep at him."Â
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
Liesel replaced her gun in its holster on her thigh and instead unhooked a whip from its harness on her hip. âIf you want a fight, Iâm giving you one,â she said, cracking it next to her. âDonât you dare presume why Ivan acts the way he does. What Iâm wondering is why in the world he slept with someone as unstable as you.âÂ
"Oh, Iâm unstable. Yeah, Iâm sure being shot at, being called a slut, and being abandoned wouldnât make anyone else unstable. Mmhm. Give me a fucking break." This woman was seriously pissing her off. What did Ivan see in her? She was frigid. Exactly like Karla. "And if you attack me again, I wonât hold back. Iâm warning you now, I will shoot."
If this woman was smart, sheâd consider herself lucky I havenât gone full force on her, Liesel thought irritably. âIâm not afraid of being shot at,â she replied. âBeing shot at doesnât matter to me. Unfortunately for you, Lieutenant, youâre not a threat to me. Honestly, you should be more worried for yourself.âÂ
"Why the fuck are you doing this anyway?!" she demanded, her hands on her hips. "I know you hate me for sleeping with Ivan. And, yeah, it was extremely stupid of me. But I didnât know he was fucking married, okay?! I never wouldâve gone near him if there was any indication that he was!"
"Oh, Ivan's in trouble too, don't doubt that," she answered. "However, it takes two to complete the action. Those who attack me will be attacked in return, also. Consider this a lesson to you." This woman's attitude was really start to annoy her, and annoying Liesel was equal to suicide.Â
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
The kick sent Liesel stumbling backwards into the wall, where she staggered to stay upright and gasped for breath. Once sheâd regained herself, she spat onto the ground and resumed her position. âSo, a fightâs what you want,â she growled. She lifted her gun once more and fired, the bullet grazing Rebecca, just missing her face. âMy daughter spent a good part of her life without a father as well, or has she never told you that detail? She and your son are almost exactly alike.âÂ
Rebecca froze when she felt the bullet graze her. âWhaâŚâ She slowly brought a hand up to feel the small cut that had been left there, and she felt the anger returning. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â she suddenly screeched. âAre you insane?! God, no wonder Ivan cheated on you, if this is how you act!â
Liesel replaced her gun in its holster on her thigh and instead unhooked a whip from its harness on her hip. âIf you want a fight, Iâm giving you one,â she said, cracking it next to her. âDonât you dare presume why Ivan acts the way he does. What Iâm wondering is why in the world he slept with someone as unstable as you.âÂ
"Oh, Iâm unstable. Yeah, Iâm sure being shot at, being called a slut, and being abandoned wouldnât make anyone else unstable. Mmhm. Give me a fucking break." This woman was seriously pissing her off. What did Ivan see in her? She was frigid. Exactly like Karla. "And if you attack me again, I wonât hold back. Iâm warning you now, I will shoot."
If this woman was smart, she'd consider herself lucky I haven't gone full force on her, Liesel thought irritably. "I'm not afraid of being shot at," she replied. "Being shot at doesn't matter to me. Unfortunately for you, Lieutenant, you're not a threat to me. Honestly, you should be more worried for yourself."Â
Several new visitors have arrived in Virnikov!
"What the hell are you all doing here? What do you want?"Â
thebustylieutenant has arrived in Virnikov!
The feeling of the cold metal against her temple only served to make Liesel angrier than she already was, and she tightened her grip on her own gun, her finger weighing on the trigger. âGive me one reason why I shouldnât shoot you where you stand,â she muttered. âYou had no business messing around with him, and he had no business messing around with you. Your son is important to you, and I understand that. However. Donât think youâre some badass for coming here and demanding to see him.âÂ
Rebecca scowled and just lost control herself. She brought her leg up and just kicked Liesel in the gut. âGet that gun out of my face,â she growled, making sure to emphasize. âI know I had no business with him. I know Iâm not a badass. But would you rather my son have no father, and continue to be called a bastard by everyone? Youâve got no business getting involved with my family.â
The kick sent Liesel stumbling backwards into the wall, where she staggered to stay upright and gasped for breath. Once sheâd regained herself, she spat onto the ground and resumed her position. âSo, a fightâs what you want,â she growled. She lifted her gun once more and fired, the bullet grazing Rebecca, just missing her face. âMy daughter spent a good part of her life without a father as well, or has she never told you that detail? She and your son are almost exactly alike.âÂ
Rebecca froze when she felt the bullet graze her. âWhaâŚâ She slowly brought a hand up to feel the small cut that had been left there, and she felt the anger returning. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â she suddenly screeched. âAre you insane?! God, no wonder Ivan cheated on you, if this is how you act!â
Liesel replaced her gun in its holster on her thigh and instead unhooked a whip from its harness on her hip. "If you want a fight, I'm giving you one," she said, cracking it next to her. "Don't you dare presume why Ivan acts the way he does. What I'm wondering is why in the world he slept with someone as unstable as you."Â
