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anna amarande

31/f. happily ever after we lived, the end.

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[hauntedsavior]

09.04.2021, untitled

[hauntedsavior]

What the hell happened. I was sitting here all peaceful at home and then I just get... sucked here? Some random Victorian city with a bunch of monsters and blood and shit? I don't think this is gonna end well. Getting flashbacks to when I first got the app... except this time I might be handling it better? Ha. I mean, fuck, Zee told me to start writing down my thoughts to try to keep them all sorted out, right?

But it doesn't change what's happening. I was supposed to meet her. In the city. I wasn't supposed to leave and she sure as hell didn't tell me about any of this. Would make it all way easier if she had, but fuck me for thinking I had this all figured out, huh.

I wish it didn't feel like I was supposed to be here. I knew my destiny back home. Hell, I fulfilled it! But now the universe is telling me that there's more to my story. To A2's story. God, A2. Sorry. I know you aren't really here. I know you're just memories. I don't think anyone ever really got that when I was so full of myself on it. Maybe they thought I was crazy for caring about your life. Giving you peace. Maybe I am! Nobody else seemed to give a shit about their soul buddies the way I did.

One way or another I'm gonna need to call on you again, girl. Let's figure out why we're here, do the thing, and get back home.

Talk to you later, A2.

God, is that how I'm doing it? Like I'm writing letters to someone who can't write back? Fuck, man.

09.17.2021, untitled

[hauntedsavior]

If I don't tell your stories, who will?

Yours, A2. Rose's. Kara, Freya, Pen, Lillian. Clover and Violet and Lina and Jasmine. Eren and Elliot and Kasen. Derek, for christ's sake.

2B.
No.4.
Kainé.

Do your stories even need to be told? Or am I supposed to keep them in here forever so they die out with me?

Can I even die anymore? Or am I going to wander this place forever? Just like you did. The last living member of what used to be your squad, roaming around in a place that's become totally foreign to her. Sole survivor, cursed with second sight. Take me away, Buck Dharma.

I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye to them yet. On some level I already did, sure, but this is different. There's no way back to Recolle, and there's no guarantee any of us will be the same even if I find a way back. I'm the only one here who knows these people even existed.

Alone on a Friday night? God, you're pathetic.

I don't even know why I'm thinking this stuff. It doesn't matter. They just aren't here anymore, and if you're here as more than memories at all then I'm the one you're talking through anyway. I have to get used to the idea that everyone I cared about is another world away from me. But at least this time I won't have to see the unrecognizing stares on their faces when we pass as strangers in the street.

You are still here, aren't you?

10.25.2021, untitled

[hauntedsavior]

I already know you're not here anymore. I'm just pretending you're still here. But pretending is the best I can do. I already said goodbye to most of the Geteilts. I don't know who I'm going to try to let go of next. I don't even know if that dumbass thing even made me feel better. Oscar's the only one who understands what I was doing with it. Ruby's trying but god help her she's stupid.

I just don't know how to make my flower bloom. Which is such a dumb fucking thing to get caught up on. It's a magic flower, and I'm letting it dictate my entire life, trying to make it match Samatoki's. What am I even worried about, it's not like it's gonna wither away and die. If it were gonna do that, it'd be doing it already. But no, here I am trying to turn my life around so I see some fucking petals grow.

I saw how this is supposed to go. I met her. But she isn't me, and I'm not her. I still haven't even watched Back to the Future and she told me that I was definitely going to.

Is that the thing I'm latching on to now?

If you're actually still there, A2, just give me a sign. I won't even mind if you take my head this time. Get rid of it and make me a full android. I just want to know I'm not as alone as it feels.

text | un: hardcore.

[deathrespect]

How do you feel about this.

text; username: grollschwert

[hauntedsavior]

Oh, it's like that, y'all.
I'm in. I can learn this.
More of a laid-back flow than I was expecting from you, but I guess we don't wanna blow this place's minds too early.

text; late october

[entreats]

You have been invited for Ruby Rose's birthday party!

The party will be held at the house Ruby lives in over in the Gaze district. [ There's an address included, or just general directions, along with the time the party starts. ] Feel free to dress up or not - you know Ruby won't mind either way. You're also free to bring a present if you want to. If you want to bring one, but you're having trouble thinking of what to get her, you can ask me, I guess.

.. Or Oscar. Actually, ask Oscar.

[ Please don't make her talk to people. ]

Let's do our best to make it fun for Ruby. She's had a really crappy time around this time last year, and I know she would love to be surrounded by her friends.

( ooc: the log for the party can be found over here! )

text.

[deathrespect]

Sup, boss.
You got time on the 11th to hang?

[hauntedsavior]

For you, dude? Always.
What's the occasion?

action

[vibing]

[ Yuri's never really one for asking for help, so when he texted Anna earlier, it wasn't at all phrased as "help me", but instead as "hey I'm doing this, do you want to join me." He doesn't need help, but he also doesn't not need help. Really, he's terrible at fighting on his own these days. He hates that that's true, but it really is. Fighting monsters isn't a one person job, and there's a big one he's after. It's been coming out when he's on patrol, and he's tracked its movements, heading into the forest in Trenchwood, stalking deer and rabbits and, if they're unlucky, people. He tried to take it on, a few days ago, and came away with a huge gash on his arm and a conviction that if he'd stayed, he would have been monster chow.

Maybe he does have a sense of self-preservation after all.

So all that's to say, he walks by Anna's side, his sword not yet unsheathed, pointing deeper into the forest. ]

There's a good spot over there to camp out until he wakes up. Then, we can get that guy.

[ There's excitement in his voice, an undercurrent of it, more than she may have heard before. The blood in the air is starting to get to him, his skin a paler blue, his incisors growing longer over his lips ]

[hauntedsavior]

[it's new, but she doesn't mind it. she's still wrapping her head around the way the blood affects people and doesn't have many physical transformations herself, but being invited out here came way more easily than it otherwise might have—after all, didn't they talk about not killing these things unless it was necessary? or was it just eating them... it's not important. she's here, with yuri, and they're on the hunt. and it's bringing real excitement to her blood and lighting up her eyes.]

[she's traded in her leather jacket for a longcoat that covers her arms and sweeps away her footprints as she presses into the forest with him. her sword is still in its shitty little bag on her back, but it's easy to get to for now.]

Good plan. So how long have you been tracking this guy again?

un: trapmaster

[loopsbian]

Miss Anna.
I trust you're doing well?

[ as well as can be hoped, with the chaos surrounding trench - new or old, omnipresent. ]

I have a favor to ask of you. I do hope you'll hear me out.

[hauntedsavior]

[the message comes at a good time. she's recently finished her second trek through the depths and wouldn't mind a more familiar, less spooky presence in her life.]

Hey, Satoko.
Fire away. Could use a break from catacomb diving.

Text UN: ClickClickBloom

[onekindsoul]

Hey Anna.
I did it.

[hauntedsavior]

[it takes anna a second to even guess at what ruby could mean.]

You finally ate an entire pizza all by yourself?

un: carmilla, backdated to 5/8

[yandhero]

oi anna-san
are you there? its kinda important

[hauntedsavior]

[she looks at the screen name. who else could this be.]

What's up, Toga-chan?

text, un: UNOWEN, 5/11

[commediadellarte]

i am so so sorry for asking you this anna but the omninet seems like the exact wrong place to learn this stuff and i'm from a hick town in a hick archipelago and i don't know anyone else who knows and who i could ask this and

arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

this is so stupid but how do you have gay sex both for girls and for guys since himiko is the former and uh. i have. half the parts??? of the latter???????????

i'm so sorry

[hauntedsavior]

[well.]

[at least she knows that her and sayo are on good terms now.]

Good morning to you too, Sayo.
Gimme a sec.

[she takes a minute to push herself out of bed and trudge to the kitchen to make coffee. once she actually has a cup of it in her hand, she leans over the counter and starts typing back.]

If you can get hard, or if you have a strap, that makes things simpler.
Then your options are oral, vaginal, or anal, but you'll have to check with what Toga-chan's comfortable with.
If you can't or you don't, or you just don't want to do that, you can use your fingers or your mouth on her, and she can use those on you, too.

text (un: 2B)

[robussy]

Anna.

[ that is all. ]

[hauntedsavior]

2B.
What's up?

un: 2B

[robussy]

Are you there, Anna?

[hauntedsavior]

For you, 2B? Always.
What's up?

voice; misfire; un: gaiaonline

[lipochrome]

[ Big Boy just has not been committed to data privacy lately! ]

Big Boy, play -- aw, fuck, what's that song. You know. Anna --

[ a few moments of heavy silence, followed by a triumphant: ]

-- Desporito!

voice;

[hauntedsavior]

[is that fucking kiriona? anna hears her, god bless her, try to say the spanish word that she has likely never learned the meaning of in her life. not that anna ever has, either. despite everything she feels about kiriona right now, she replies. and she does it in her best imitation of a robotic, synthesized voice, in a last-second attempt to pretend like things are okay.]

Now playing "Despacito" by Luis Fonsi featuring Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber. [and in the same tone,] Why are you playing a fuck jam?

Early November | Audio | LEM2

[slightlytaller]

[-- He didn't want to live this again.

The space in his bed where Iskandar had always lain was empty, and the last lingering vestiges of warmth were the only remnant that remained of the towering King. Even his spathas, his great mantle, and the ancient tack that was used for Bucephalus were gone-- not a shred of his presence remained. Once more, Waver Velvet felt small and alone.

He knew that a day like this was inevitable, but the suffocating and constricting heat that fought its way up through his throat was proof that acknowledging an inevitability was not the same as preparing for it. It was only after 45 minutes of scouring his small apartment that he finally succumbed to the choked sobs that brought him to his knees.

Okeanos would always call. She had given him more than enough-- and nothing would ever be enough to slack her appetite once whetted. He knew this, and had accepted her siren song as a backdrop in his own life for the entirety of his adulthood thus far. Her calling, however, had never been so literal before.

The only thing that drove him to tie his hair back at all was a sense of visceral discomfort in his own body, as if he didn't know what else would betray him. His hands were too bony, his limbs too long; he was made of only sharp edges and spite, but such traits only made a tree's branches grow brittle. Hardly an academic worth his salt, he wasn't even in nearly the same class as the rest of the warriors that comprised the Ionoi Hetairoi. As much as he dreamed, there was no way that he could ever stand among them as he was-- nonetheless dare to stand in the same ranks as Hephaestion himself.

--He wanted to crawl back into bed, but that was impossible. Instead, he grabbed a blanket, a bottle, and motioned for Gray to follow. The sofa was more than enough for a wisp of a wizard.... and in the crashing wave of grief he recalled a promise made on the shores of the sea that had to connect to Okeanos, made with only the waters and a lonely giant as witness.

Waver crashed onto the sofa in a forlorn heap... and shot Anna a messsage.

It was simple and quick, but in a language that she would recognize:

A photo of the bottle he had picked up-- and a link to a song she might know.]

[hauntedsavior]

[anna had feared that this day would come. it always seemed to come one way or another, but god damn did the gods have a fun way of keeping things interesting. right after their conversation about calling her should anything go south, here is waver giving her the least cryptic call she's received in some time.]

[take her away, buck dharma, indeed.]

[she doesn't need much more than the first few bars before she thinks that maybe it's at least better that it's not "soul survivor" or "fire of unknown origin". (or, and her mouth turns upwards, "joan crawford".) but she knows what all this means all the same, and all she says is:]

Unlock your door. I'm on my way.

november, not long after hallucinations wear off

[foulhussy]

we gotta talk about some stuff
i'm not mad at you.
well not as much as i thought it might be.
but we need to talk about it.
i was already getting dragged under the first time.

[hauntedsavior]

About Venus, right?
Yeah. I think we're overdue for a talk on him.
Whenever you're ready, okay? I don't have any more plans for the day and I'm already on my way back home.

delivery — late December

[possessum]

( While Peter isn't one to... Do Holiday Things, there is technically a part of him that reaches out. Not because the ancient demon king of Hell has much interest in holiday celebrations, but Paimon has learned that it's a time when many people Gift Things, and connection with others is of a special importance to his spirit. The energy is right for it, and so, towards the end of the month, he bestows little gifts to people.

Locating people by network username alone is a difficult task, but not impossible, especially for a demon of Knowledge and Secrets. Left on Anna's doorstep, wrapped carefully in thin cloth, is an odd little doll in the likeness of a deer, meticulously hand-crafted with an assortment of random bits and bobbles collected over time.

Set next to the doll, like a mysterious calling card, is a leaf — bearing Paimon's sigil delicately burned into it like filigree. Perhaps that won't divulge much, but what makes the gifter much more obvious is the solid gold flower that she requested those months ago. Many things have happened and he has been.... unavailable, but he didn't forget. )

Holiday gift delivery

[wannasmash]

Most people Midoriya knows receive a box of pastries. By now, due to his habit of surprising friends who are feeling down with pastries, he's gotten good at meticulously sourcing a nice bakery. To Anna and Kainé's gift bundle he's added a set of kitchen knives and whetstones. They're nice enough to double as improvised weapons in a pinch.

Midwinter Gift

[terriblepurpose]

Anna’s midwinter gift arrives for her in a woven grass basket. Inside sits, improbably, a folded black t-shirt, with a quote from a renowned Earth philosopher-poet printed on it in white capital letters: LONG LIVE THE PARTY. Underneath the t-shirt, a hand drawn illustration of a half-skeleton, half-robot (bilateral split) smoking a cigarette and flipping off the viewer is set in an angular black frame.

text; un: KLBR-S2302

[wingstosee]

[ this body wasn't hers, originally.

what starts as a suspicion grows stronger day by day, and shiro's song finally - decisively - confirms it. memories of a gestalt much like her that splinter and fracture out, into something that she can't quite process; static overwhelming signal, blurring out whatever she might be able to hear of the gestalt once known as-

venus.

one day, memories of a conversation filter through; "i'm heading to anna's." a name, anna amarande. a user id. vesper opens up a feed later that night, using the omni with curious taps; german filters through, intentional and direct. the language of the nation, not the song of the kolibri. ]

Achtung
Achtung
Ist das der Briefkasten von Anna Amarande?

[hauntedsavior]

[well, that's one of the more unique ways she's had a conversation begin. she doesn't recognize the username, and being contacted exclusively in german is definitely new enough that she takes notice. she sits up a little straighter in bed.]

Moshi moshi, Amarande desu.
Wer bist du?

during the leviathan plot;

[lipochrome]

[ Everything's fucked.

Kaworu's getting worse, and heading to the beach didn't help. Gideon - Kiriona - whoever she is now can feel that thing more and more. It's seeping through the bond. And for the first time in her entire death, she's fucking terrified.

She has no right to send this message. She sends it anyway. ]

im sorry i shouldnt be asking you this
i dont deserve to ask you for anything
but somethings wrong with kaworu and i dont know what to do

[hauntedsavior]

[anna has been hearing beth all month.]

[it's a voice warped like a half-deflated soccer ball. distorted like shredded cello strings. corroded like a photo album in a flooded basement. but it's been beth's voice the entire time. and it had been easy to ignore, at first—what's one more in the chorus?—but nothing can be ignored forever. especially when anna is making such a show of sending her dear sister all her love from the other side of the apocalypse.]

[she's practicing that song again when the message comes through. the name "kiriona gaia ☠️" appears in the corner of the projected screen on her omni, and she stops playing her bass immediately to read what's going on. it takes her another handful of seconds to lay her bass down at her side and start typing back.]

Don't say shit like that.
What's wrong with Kaworu?
Should I come over or something?

text; un: ushiromiya

[entreats]

[ Ange doesn't know what to do when she wakes up.

Okay, maybe that's not the entire truth. There's a few things she does know to do, like pulling her magic back out of Ruby to help at least partially fix that situation, and hope that this place doesn't decide to make Ruby collapse all over again - which it thankfully doesn't, even though it still doesn't fix everything with Ruby having been just as corrupted as Ange herself.

But even that aside, she's still left with huge messes everywhere. Messes that she doesn't know how to solve, especially when she still feels so tired after having used way too much magic. Even a few days of straight up being passed out feel like they didn't fix a thing about that.

But screw being tired. There's some things haunting Ange's mind, and one more than anything else. The one thing that actually eventually made her snap out of it all, because she just couldn't shake the thought and horror of it.

Addressing it is another matter altogether. She wants to, but how does she do that? Anna would probably just tell her to get lost.

.. it's not like she'd be wrong for it.

But it feels even worse to not say anything at all. She at least has to give Anna the opportunity to say that in the first place, if she wants to. Anna is her sister, and Ange can't just say nothing.

Even if it feels like it takes her hours of just sitting there trying to write out a message before finally sending something. ]

You were right. I screwed up. I know saying that I'm sorry isn't going to cut it, but I'm so sorry all the same.

Are you alright?

[ Especially when Ange has no idea. What Ruby did with Anna. If Anna got away from that world, or was only thrown out when the world collapsed. And since Ange passed out right then and there-- anything could've happened in the meantime. ]

If you're still hurt, I can arrange some healing for you. [ Not with Ange's own powers, because she doesn't trust them right now, for obvious reasons. But maybe she can drag over a friend who can heal with powers that don't turn them into a witch. Maybe she can do something else. Maybe-- No matter what, she'd do anything to make this up to Anna, even if Ange wasn't the one sinking the blade into her. Even if she didn't tell Ruby to do it, she still feels responsible for causing the circumstances in the first place. ] Or I can screw off, if you prefer that.

[hauntedsavior]

So you're back in your right mind again?
I have my sister back?

[she should be asking more questions. she should be angrier. she's been laid up, recovering, and thank god that kainé and vesper have been there and unavoidable this time. it's been beating the hell out of the way it happened the first time. she's in bed, and honestly aside from the dull feeling of emptiness in her eye socket, it doesn't hurt too bad. the bleeding has stopped, and when she's caught herself in the mirror, she's noticed that she'll at least have a cool-looking scar running from the bottom eyelid to about halfway down her cheek. she sees it now, in the reflection of her omni; though the wound is still red, it's not constantly bleeding anymore.]

[there's nothing in this world that she would rather be feeling less than anger right now. but even without that, even without yet another trauma adding to the weight that's slowly crushing her, she knows she wouldn't be able to bring herself to the point of anger with ange. none of this was her fault—or ruby's. she types slowly.]

Good.
I missed you.

Action - Body swap

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby had only been fully back to herself for a few days at this point. Stepping out of the house wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do- She knew what she had done had mostly been contained to a small group of people. But it could have been much worse, and it had still happened to people she cared about.

She'd left Crescent Rose at home- Fighting or hurting someone was the last thing she wanted to do. More internally, defending herself from those that she had wronged was the furthest thing from her mind too.

She's making her way through the streets of Willful Machine when she sees the flash of white hair- Instantly she recognizes Anna and her silver eye catches hers for just a moment. Regret for the last time they ran into each other starts to pull at her chest. before she can think of what to do, what to say, or what to avoid, but before she can act she sees a gold moth flutter into view. In a moment of confusion she mistakes it for a butterfly, a flash reminds her of everything that happened in the garden- She looks down at her hands and she swears she sees the blood from her last encounter with Anna on it again.

She let's out a surprised yelp and without thinking she activates her semblance. Blood is pumping fast, her hands are shaking, she can't think straight. She can't do this right now- There's a flash and she activates her semblance.

But something's wrong. A flash or gold catches her vision for just a second and she's watching her rose petals fly off into the distance. And her vision is weird. There's no longer the red tinge to it from her prosethetic eye. There's another flash of white hair but it's right in her face and she's shaking harder than she felt she was a moment before.]

What- What's happening?

[The voice that comes out isn't hers. What's worse it's familiar and she feels herself sink to her knees as she tries to comprehend what's going on.]

[hauntedsavior]

[it would just be anna's luck, wouldn't it? the first time she comes out of her house since the incident, the first time she trusts herself to be back in the world again without worrying about running into anyone she'd prefer not to see... it's like it was written in the awful, terrible stars. she catches ruby rose's eye and her anxiety spikes, and it's close to the same thing she remembers feeling back in other trench. it just... it sends her back. it sends her right back to that lab, to the monster brain that took her eye the first time, and the constant and new pain no matter how easy it is to handle, and the way her eye socket throbs behind the bandage that's serving as a makeshift eyepatch, and it's the weird fucking purple dogs and the black-and-white landscape painted pink with her footsteps and the creature stalking her in rose's voice—]

[she has to get away. her hands are tensing already, balling into fists. she turns on her heel and whips her head around like she's trying to find the fastest way out, but she's not fast enough. she can't outrun this. there's a flash of gold in her vision that she fucking prays isn't more of ange's bullshit, and she wants to scream and run at the same time because what if the color gold triggers ptsd now, wouldn't that be fun?, and before she knows what's even going on—]

[she's gone. she's flying. she's flying again in a whirlwind of rose petals, and her mind hasn't caught up with where her body is taking her yet.]

[it won't, though. not for some time. because there are parts of her mind, parts of her soul that have remained with her body. somewhere deep within anna's chest pulses a black box that will destroy the world if it's ever handled improperly. and within that box, it's hollow but for the cells that she's created to hold the souls that dwell within her. it was A2's to begin with, but anna has always been the warden, and by pressing her hand to her chest she has communed with her inmates. the people she needs to protect from each other, from herself, from the world.]

[and since anna is no longer in the building, whoever does own her body will be the one with the keys instead.]

[within its walls, facets of anna, fragments of her soul split across universes wait, their cells lining one main hallway. in that hallway, the edges of reality flicker, aberrating into red and blue. each cell is sealed with a pane of perfect, indestructible glass, and each imprisoned being has created a world of their own within their confines. when a new warden arrives, when they detect the consciousness of ruby rose, some are unbothered. some lift their heads. one pounds on the glass.]

[it's a woman with long blonde hair; of course it is. she's dressed in a modern way, fashionable like anna could never be. she has a fur-lined coat shrugging off her shoulders, and she's glaring fiery daggers from behind the large round lenses of her glasses. everything is white in an immaculate sense but for one diamond-shaped gem hanging from a necklace between her breasts. she bares fanged teeth; she brandishes clawed fingers. and she digs another four lines into the interior glass.]

Ruby Rose. Who the hell do you think you are just waltzing in here after what you did?

[if ruby had been expecting simple answers to come from taking up residence in anna's body, she is, as always, horribly sorry to disappoint.]

early april!

[grice]

Are you busy, Anna?

[hauntedsavior]

I can always make time for you, Falco.
What's up?