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“Put that goddamn thing down.”
The blade raises a bead of blood on his throat. He grimaces, lowers his drink to the table.
It never fails. Someone always wants to show off.
“Then we talk.”
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@ofcarnvge
“Put that goddamn thing down.”
The blade raises a bead of blood on his throat. He grimaces, lowers his drink to the table.
It never fails. Someone always wants to show off.
“Then we talk.”
@ofcarnvge
It had been some time since Gretchen and O-Ren had had their chance encounter in O-Ren's dreamy hotel lounge, forming a fast bond over food, drinks, and natural, giddy laughter. They'd only had a couple of days together in Japan - only hours at a time in those days at that, but Gretchen had never stopped thinking about it. Time had changed so many things in Gretchen's life (including the beneficial loss of her pesky husband and a more than slight career alteration that left her with more stationary power than she fully yet knew what to do with), but she'd never stopped thinking of O-Ren.
Gretchen had tried, for a short time, to write letters to O-Ren, but the chaos of her life had quickly made the effort to do so nearly impossible. It wouldn't be until all those changes in her life that widowed housewife would feel an overwhelming drive to reach out to that fast friend once again. For what, she wasn't exactly sure, but considering Gretchen very rarely ever found herself twisted up with butterflies about anyone, she needed to pursue this.
There had been a reckless urge to just travel to Japan on a whim, yet her deep seeded need for decorum in all things in life made Gretchen pause, sit down, and actually compose a well thought out and crafted letter. Considering how much time had passed, and with how condensed their encounter actually had been, Gretchen wasn't even sure O-Ren felt the same, or even remotely close. The best thing she could do was write the letter and impatiently wait.
Two full pages would be sent off to O-Ren's mailing address, written out on personalized, pastel pink stationary with red roses decorating the edges of the pages, envelope, and even stamps. Within the pages would be an opening of an apology for how rudely she had let the relationship disintegrate, a hope for forgiveness, and a possible date where she would be in Japan for a week with the explicit hope to once again meet up. Indulgently, Gretchen would also spray the page with perfume.
RE: Send Asks. 📢
//Who would you like to write against Fukuro? I could do with some Silent Hill in my life
I'm open to anything with Fukuro! Linked to Silent Hill, she has personal connections to the characters: Valtiel, God, Lisa, Kauffman, Heather, and Members of the Sect of Valtiel.
In general, I have it as a "God has gone missing and certain puppets cut their strings", so unless it's back when she was alive, I keep Fukuro in the Otherworld, but with the Otherworld being able to link and manifest with other powerful sources/entities. i.e. Spooky crossovers welcome.
//Welcome back my friend.
Take your time. Do your best. Drink water. Know that I am always here, and always up for anything.
Going back on that ‘Gretchen as a Mob Boss’ idea that’s branched off from Gretchen inheriting O-Ren’s gang post-mortem...
Gretchen would absolutely have just a collection of younger women that she cycles through with zero intention of ever settling down again.
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**me waving O-ren for any plot you desire** xxx
//I actually have something for you. Been sitting on it for a couple of days, just trying to figure out how to present it. Bear with me.