[ She doesn't even bother with responding. Soon enough, Dean'll his door open and Terezi slip in. That is how serious this shit is. Terezi is using doors. It's the end of the world. ]
[ She looks pretty ridiculous clinging to Pyralspite, the most loyal of her plushed dragon toys, but there is no way in fuck she is relinquishing him. ]
[ She'll walk over, sit down, and sniff halfheartedly at the cheeseburger before responding: ]
[ Terezi leans in close, tongue flicking at the yellow, lemon-cheese dripping down the sides of the burger. Normally, she'd be all over it, but today, she just sits back and rests her head on her plush's. ]
[It's a miracle that he hasn't been caught and sent to jail, really (Except that one time, but that was purposeful incarceration). They'd gotten so close with that one agent, Henrickson, but it's luck that keeps him alive and out of an orange jumpsuit.]
Don't get caught.
[Dean shrugs, feeling that the conversation has suddenly taken an uncomfortably heavy turn.]
You, uh...I'm not gonna lie. It sucks. For a while. You're gonna feel like shit for a while.
[ She tries to organize her thoughts, explaining things in a way that Dean can understand. Needless to say, she stops and starts a lot. Huge pauses in between sentences. General heaviness with her words. ]
[ She pulls off her glasses and rubs her eyes. Vriska, why. Whyyy. Why don't you listen to anyone. ]
[All that Dean can gather from these statements is that she knows everyone. Everyone who died, and the person who killed them. Making the choice to destroy this person - this Vriska - is what is causing her the most pain.
Getting Terezi to question her decision isn't helpful, but supporting her by asking about the consequences and the method is better than sitting back and saying nothing at all.
This is clearly one of the hardest things she's ever done.]
[A coin? Leaving everything to Fate, huh? Jesus, Dean really hates Fate.
He leans over, reaching across the table to pick up the coin. It looks like a regular two-faced quarter with a big scrape on one side. Belatedly, it reminds him of Harvey Dent and Batman, but then he remembers that this is serious and leaving things to luck is a shit idea.
How do you control luck, anyway?]
Can you go through with it? And I don't mean in a "because I have to" way, 'cause it's easy to think about. Things always sound smoother in theory.
[After all, Sam couldn't kill their father even when Yellow-Eyes was inside of him.]
You can prepare yourself any way you like, but when it all boils down, you're gonna hafta make the decision then and there, when it happens. You can't just wait and see.
[Dean won't sugar-coat it, either.]
It's gonna suck. Either way, it's gonna suck, and you're gonna hate yourself or somebody else - Hell, you might even hate both at the same time. But don't leave it to Fate. Screw Fate. Screw luck. You're the one makin' the choice, not this.
[He slides the coin back across the table, and it stops just short of Terezi's reach, in the middle.]
Now, I'm not sayin' to pick the lesser of two evils because it makes you feel better. If you wanna prove this bitch wrong, you gotta do it the hard way.
[Dean had a choice, once. Sam went rogue, killed a hunter, asked Dean to kill him. Begged Dean to kill him, to make him stop. Turns out Sam was being possessed by a demon, and all it took was a little salt and a little Latin to get the fucker out of him. Not everything turns out that easily, though.]
Or you're gonna have to be ready for the consequences.
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Date: 2011-08-31 10:57 pm (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-09-01 01:30 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-09-01 02:34 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-09-01 02:57 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-09-01 03:14 am (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-09-01 02:42 pm (UTC)[ She looks pretty ridiculous clinging to Pyralspite, the most loyal of her plushed dragon toys, but there is no way in fuck she is relinquishing him. ]
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Date: 2011-09-02 05:32 am (UTC)Something's up.]
Hey. How ya doin'?
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Date: 2011-09-02 06:02 pm (UTC)[ Terezi leans in close, tongue flicking at the yellow, lemon-cheese dripping down the sides of the burger. Normally, she'd be all over it, but today, she just sits back and rests her head on her plush's. ]
action;
Date: 2011-09-02 10:03 pm (UTC)...what happened? Somethin' go down while you were away?
[Assuming that that's where she was, anyway.]
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:55 pm (UTC)Fuck.
Instead, she just blurts out: ]
action;
Date: 2011-09-03 05:20 am (UTC)...yeah. Yeah, more, uh...more times than I can remember.
[He lost count.]
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Date: 2011-09-03 05:24 am (UTC)[ She's 'watching' Dean with all the heat and intensity of the goddamn sun. ]
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Date: 2011-09-03 05:39 am (UTC)[It wasn't always somebody he knew well, but death tends to follow the older Winchester brother like a bad smell.]
It ain't always what you wanna do, but...sometimes you don't really have any other choice.
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Date: 2011-09-03 05:56 am (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-09-03 06:11 am (UTC)Don't get caught.
[Dean shrugs, feeling that the conversation has suddenly taken an uncomfortably heavy turn.]
You, uh...I'm not gonna lie. It sucks. For a while. You're gonna feel like shit for a while.
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Date: 2011-09-03 06:19 am (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-09-03 01:59 pm (UTC)...yeah, that's definitely shitty.]
You wanna tell me what went down?
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Date: 2011-09-04 12:16 am (UTC)[ She pulls off her glasses and rubs her eyes. Vriska, why. Whyyy. Why don't you listen to anyone. ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:22 am (UTC)Getting Terezi to question her decision isn't helpful, but supporting her by asking about the consequences and the method is better than sitting back and saying nothing at all.
This is clearly one of the hardest things she's ever done.]
So how're you gonna do it?
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:27 am (UTC)[ Her hand slips into a pocket and pulls it out. Shows him one side. ]
[ Shows the other side with a massive gash through it. ]
[ She places the coin on the table. Scratch-up. ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 03:46 pm (UTC)He leans over, reaching across the table to pick up the coin. It looks like a regular two-faced quarter with a big scrape on one side. Belatedly, it reminds him of Harvey Dent and Batman, but then he remembers that this is serious and leaving things to luck is a shit idea.
How do you control luck, anyway?]
Can you go through with it? And I don't mean in a "because I have to" way, 'cause it's easy to think about. Things always sound smoother in theory.
[After all, Sam couldn't kill their father even when Yellow-Eyes was inside of him.]
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Date: 2011-09-04 04:37 pm (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-09-04 05:24 pm (UTC)[Just look up at him for a second, huh?]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:25 pm (UTC)[ Head back up, 'staring.' ]
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Date: 2011-09-04 05:50 pm (UTC)[Seriously. He knows.]
You can prepare yourself any way you like, but when it all boils down, you're gonna hafta make the decision then and there, when it happens. You can't just wait and see.
[Dean won't sugar-coat it, either.]
It's gonna suck. Either way, it's gonna suck, and you're gonna hate yourself or somebody else - Hell, you might even hate both at the same time. But don't leave it to Fate. Screw Fate. Screw luck. You're the one makin' the choice, not this.
[He slides the coin back across the table, and it stops just short of Terezi's reach, in the middle.]
Now, I'm not sayin' to pick the lesser of two evils because it makes you feel better. If you wanna prove this bitch wrong, you gotta do it the hard way.
[Dean had a choice, once. Sam went rogue, killed a hunter, asked Dean to kill him. Begged Dean to kill him, to make him stop. Turns out Sam was being possessed by a demon, and all it took was a little salt and a little Latin to get the fucker out of him. Not everything turns out that easily, though.]
Or you're gonna have to be ready for the consequences.
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