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[The video clicks on and Susan's panting, she's taking a break, and there a lot of ... dead things around her. Twitching and groaning pieces of whatever it was that had been undead. Bits of blood splattered on her face, her clothes but she's made sure not to swallow a drop of it. The sword that she carries with her has been shoved in the ground, that same tacky red so thick it's black blood sticking to it's not quite visible blade. It suits that skull of a pommel so nicely. She's crouched down, arms resting on her knees as she talks.]

If anyone needs some help... feel free to ask. [there's a groan from off screen] Oh for the love of -- it's bad enough you're an abomination to death without point or purpose and are displaced, but couldn't you at least have the decency to shut up?

[she's growling, for her. Her mood is black. Black like her clothes, black like the streak in her hair. It's inherited. Grandfather got in such a foul mood when things didn't go his way, Susan wasn't any better as it turned out.] Honestly. This time of year. All I wanted was a nice, normal Hogswatch. With a nice normal family, where we all sat around giving presents. Then everything goes to bloody pieces -- and then I get sucked here instead.

These aren't even proper zombies! They're just mindless creatures. They don't even want to live really, zombies are supposed to want to live more than anything and get on with it! [she's ranting, she's really upset when it comes down to it. About everything. About this stupid situation, about her life is at odds again and she can't even fix it, about the auditors, about that this place doesn't make sense and people keep questioning her. But with no proper outlet, and with these monsters to kill, it's all bubbling up.] God, what would Grandfather even say? This goes against everything he is. If I ever find out who did this, I swear...

[There's another groan, and something else seems to be moving and she's fed up. Doesn't bother turning the device off. Just drops it and in one smooth move she pulls the blade from the ground. It is a clear shot of her. Or most of her. The zombie that is shambling towards her. She raises the blade up -- it's too big for her, wielding with two hands. Still it's wielded with no problem and the poor light glints off the skull. For a moment she's not Susan, she's seven foot tall with her cloak flaring out behind.]

Wʜᴇɴ I ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ -- ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ! [the words aren't spoken, but they're heard. They roll like like thunder, crack light lightning and are as heavy as the cement slabs sliding into place over graves. She swings the blade and beheads it cleanly. Smooth as butter, not like hacking through something made of flesh and bones, the blue light on the edge of the blade bright against the muck around it. Once it's dead, she stomps back to the device. Seemingly back to normal.] If anyone needs me, just contact me.

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Sure. I appreciate a good big of dark magic. [She's thoughtful.] Especially one trick that looks like that. No one appreciates showmanship.

So zombies aren't mindless where you're from?

It's not dark magic. [she frowns, that doesn't sit exactly well with her.]

No. They're people whose will was too great to die. They just got up and kept going on with life. Not this. [She sweeps an arm over the carnage.]

Well what would you call it then?

[Hmm.]

So not like back home, but still better than these things.

[Good question, and she frowns a little.] Not that. [helpful Susan, really.] Some magic is older than human definition, some of it doesn't care. This happens to be a mix of both.

Much better than these things.

Edited 2012-12-16 05:14 (UTC)

...Like the Metal Gods. Hmm. How did you come to have power like that?

Yeah. These barely deserve the term undead.

Older than Gods. [A very few people aside, she's not much interested in stating these things.] The same way most people are.

[Wonderful Susan, just so good at making friends...]

My thoughts exactly.

Older. [Hmm. Well, that's unexpected and just makes her all the more curious. But then she looks faintly annoyed.] That doesn't actually tell me anything.

It's not something I like to disclose openly over a network where just about anyone can hear or see it.

[arms crossed, being stubborn as per usual.]

Or to people I just met.

[Unless you're particularly... special in some regard.]

Secrets. I am a fan of those.

[She smiles slyly.]

Well then we should meet, then. Say hello, share a drink, all that. Then we won't be strangers anymore.

It's not much of a secret, just as far as being here, something I don't particularly want to disclose.

[She crossed her arms and sunk back.]

Well, I won't say no. But I'll need to clean up first. [burn these bodies and get this blood off her.]

Great! So, assuming the ghouls don't take over the city and eat everyone, we'll have a lovely lunch or something.

Hell, even if they do, I'll be fine, and you seem like you can handle yourself.

... I suppose we will. [This is odd, how did she end up going for lunch. She didn't mean to end up going for lunch.]

Yes apparently we will. [she looked around at all the corpses, and sighed.] So messy. It's always so messy.

It's not as much fun if it isn't messy.

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