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[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Destiny. We're all supposed to have one, yes? We're all supposed to follow it. But I never knew you could change it.

[She holds up her hands to show them. They're covered in a faint white dust which she brushes off quickly, creating a small cloud.]

Chalkdust. [She gives the camera a very serious look.] It might as well be bloodstains. [She reaches into a small purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. Yeah. Sveta smokes. Enjoy that.]

Fuck them. I'm not going back.

[Private to Ardent]

I can erase Destiny. They asked me to erase the Destiny of a young boy.

[Private to Howie]

I'm back. [A soft laugh.] Obviously. He didn't stop me.

[Filtered to Friends]

Give me tonight. Then tomorrow, get me drunk. Or something.

[[OOC: So. Apologies for the Sveta spam again. BUT...Sveta's had a canon update, yay! The details of that will come later! For now, she's just a little freaked out. Also, feel free to spam if you want. She'll be up on deck for a while.]

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Can do, Sunshine, can do.

It's okay to be okay, Sveta, it really will.

We'll have a drink and a swim tomorrow, yeah?

Bloodstains? You didn't kill anyone, did you?

Sveta? You are well?

[Howie frowned for a moment, then nodded,] But you didn't want to rewrite history? Or... take away his ability to decide?

You were right not to. Even if he is a Dark Other now. [He felt so self conscious, talking about her world casually.]

But you managed to leave, even with him there? So... he can't make you go back and do it?

Oh no. That's never pleasant.

[Reply comes later, after she's calmed down.]

Thanks, Parker. I do have your vodka. I stole it from a party.

I thought you might be proud.

Probably the swim before the drink.

He's still alive.

I'm fine, Victor.

It wouldn't take away his ability to decide. It would give him the chance to make that choice again.

[She placed the cup to the side and just buried her face in her trembling hands.]

I don't know, Neil. It would have been such a Good thing to do. [She spoke about Good as if it was something entirely different than a simple good/bad comparison. It was an entire way of thinking. It was Light.]

[At that, he put his arms around her, in an attempt to make her feel a little better.] It's not really giving someone choice if you just keep telling them 'no, wrong choice, try again' when they don't pick what you want. It might be Good by your definition, or by that definition, [he'd caught the way she said it] but that doesn't mean it's right. I still think you were right not to.

I didn't refuse, Neil. [Her voice was small.] I was going there. I was going up to the rooftop. I only left because I saw Maxim.

Anton was there, too. He was...upset. I could feel it. He had filled himself so full with Power that he could have done almost anything. I don't know what his plan was, but it had to do with stopping me, I'm sure.

But the Boss had other plans. Za- The leader of the Dark Ones had his own agenda. I just didn't know what to do.

Do you think, if you'd stayed, he'd have stopped you? [Howie was trying to remember who half these people were, as she talked. He remembered Anton, though.]

Would you have let him stop you? [From this conversation alone, he got the impression she was incredibly powerful. If nobody else could do it...] Why did you go, though? Because they wanted you to, or because you wanted to?

I don't know. I can't track probability that well. Especially not with this. [She looked up to him finally.]

And I went because I thought it was right. Because the Boss had another plan somewhere else. He didn't say it but...he always has an ulterior motive to what he does.

But I didn't know if I should. [She shook her head.] It doesn't matter. I'm not going back. I'm finished with them.

Of course.

What time?

Hell yeah, I am. I hope it made some asshole have a very bad night.

I don't care, Martha. I just...whatever time is good for you.

Well, it was from the party I was at. And we were all drunk, so I doubt anyone will notice.

I'll meet you there at four then.

Then I know it'll be good.

You coming over to share it, or do you want to pretty much never fucking see vodka again?

Okay. Thanks.

I need a lot of vodka. I'll see you tomorrow night?

Yep. After dinner somewhere.

I'll contact you, okay?

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