week 7, saturday

[vigilantics]

[ after the trial ends, steph is going to find wherever the heck sandy wandered off to. it's 1am don't make me make a proper settings. ]

Hi again!

[ as if they didn't just see each other. ]

Comments

[vigilantics]

... I don't know.

[ it's funny that he asks that, since that has been steph's biggest worry since her leg was even injured. she looks down at it. ]

I might have to quit being Batgirl.

[melancoffeea]

[ he tilts his head, giving her fake leg a long look. ]

Could you rewrite it back into existence?

[vigilantics]

... there are other things I'd need to use my ink for first.

[melancoffeea]

I see. I suppose there are far more important things in the world than one leg.

[vigilantics]

Yeah, I guess so.

... although I would not complain if I got it back.

[melancoffeea]

Even so, you carried yourself well during our traipse in the woods.

[vigilantics]

I wasn't going to drag you guys down.

[ especially considering, at the time, she was the only actually... living person in that group... ]

[melancoffeea]

[ by that logic, it's sandalphon and shirasu who should have been concerned about dragging stephanie down. ]

You didn't. You did your part remarkably.

[ even if he still doesn't know what sweetums is. ]

[vigilantics]

[ he probably will never know. ]

So did you. I... seriously was not expecting to see you guys so soon.

[melancoffeea]

[ please teach him. ]

The Other Side had something of a warning in advance. It must be jarring for those of you who never crossed that boundary, for all of us to be here now.

[vigilantics]

I assure you, it was weird as shit.

[ it ranked pretty high up there in "top 10 weirdest occurrences in murder castle" ]

[melancoffeea]

It's strange. I wonder if we were ever truly dead. Despite the circumstances that brought each of us to the Other Side, the afterlife never felt like one.

Well, it doesn't matter now. That side is gone. And so will we be, tomorrow.

[vigilantics]

We should all be getting ink to do what we want with it...

[ ... ]

Do you know what you would use it for?

[melancoffeea]

Who knows . . . ? I haven't given it much thought. What do you think I should use it for?

[vigilantics]

Well... what kind of things do you like?

[melancoffeea]

[He pauses, staring off into the distance.]

Coffee.

[vigilantics]

...

I guess we'll waste ink on coffee.

[melancoffeea]

I won't waste ink on something like that. Why do you think I asked?

[vigilantics]

You're not giving me a lot of options to work with!