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i'm a one woman brigade on a crusade to invade, unswayed, until my point’s conveyed — indie sasha written by captain

[withevil]

  ruvik places a hand to his   chest as if he is offended.

  ” the sons? i would never take     part in their schemes. i’d rather     not participate in trying to take     something you seem to find so     special to you. “

[qandiiisa]

   nose wrinkles.

         "it's special to me in the same way           your blood might be special to you."

      she considers stepping back       but thinks better of it, opting       instead to remain put; sasha       stands a little straighter and       when she speaks again her       tone is distressed no longer.

               "if not tar, then what do you want?"

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         ” What the h e l l are you doing here?            I’m not doing this shit again—-! ”

[qandiiisa]

   "relax, my love . . .           i only want to talk."

[withevil]

  ” you’ve been a subject before—     i’ve had subjects before. there’s     a fine line between the two of us.     your name, sasha, was the first     thing that burned into my mind     before you even spoke. “

       he smirks, but only slightly.        ” i know your life. i know you. “

[qandiiisa]

   there's a churning sensation    in her gut. just tar him and be    done with it—

         but something stays her hand.          ( mouth, rather. )

      "who are you? who are you        with? the first sons? darpa?        you're not taking my tar, it        won't happen again."

[withevil]

  that look, that tone.   it crawls across his   skin just as it always   has.

         jiminez always used it against him.          careless bastard. oh, how he hated          that man after all that happened.

  ” i take it as one, anyway. perhaps     you’re mistaken; my attitude isn’t     quite as bad as yours. “

[qandiiisa]

   "mistaken? i'm not sure i     understand what you're     getting at——                        but that's alright. listen;                        i've be a subject before.                        i'm not a big fan. if you                                   touch me,                                  i might just                                 k i l l    y o u."

         she isn't bluffing. perhaps          the situation might dissolve          with communication, but          she wouldn't be sasha if          she made things so easy.

[withevil]

  funny?   he thinks so, too.

      hints of a chuckle;       low and raspy within       his chest. ruvik steps       forward, using more       of a small strut than       anything.

  ” oh? well, i must say that     flattery will get you nowhere. “

[qandiiisa]

   there is no hint of a    chuckle on sasha's    behalf. instead, she    is quite obvious    about it, and about    finding humor in his    words;

            "it wasn't a compliment,"

      lips press together and       eyes narrow—she still       smiles, but her manner       in doing so is not at all                   friendly.

[withevil]

[withevil]

  ” you would make a fine subject. “       a mental note, scrawled into his        mind. he’ll remember her face.

[qandiiisa]

   "oh? funny—"

   she doesn't know if he's a    first son or what, but she    fully intends to find out.

   "i was just thinking the     same thing about you."

[qandiiisa]

         ❝ we can't allow that, my sweet.                 they must realize that i am their queen. ❞

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[zeusmercer]

  “Really? I never noticed.   So, does that mean you   have a story, too? Let’s   hear yours, first.”

[qandiiisa]

   "i  was a scientist—and a     mentalist. i like romantic     candlelit dinners, long walks     on the beach, poetry, and     mind control. my biggest pet     peeve is being out of the     loop; hard to stay caught up     from inside quarantine, so     i left empire city on vacation."

   "you can call me sasha."

[zeusmercer]

  A smirk.

  “There’s not much   to know about me.”

[qandiiisa]

   "everyone who's worth     knowing says that."

[zeusmercer]

  “I’d never threaten   something intriguing,   so take that how you   wanna take it.”

[qandiiisa]

   "intriguing? flatterer."

   "be a sweetheart and tell me a bit     about yourself, why don't you?"

[zeusmercer]

  “Hostility?”

  “For a woman with almost no   clothes at all on, you got a lot of   nerve to point out my hostility.”

[qandiiisa]

   "why bother when i don't     have to, i always say . . . "

   ". . . i'm sorry, was that     a threat?"

[zeusmercer]

  “Who do you   think you are?”

[qandiiisa]

   "my, my——     such hostility."

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