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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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Do you want some octiron?

I have a little left.

Do not thank me. I will not pester you future. I hope that your upset may ease with time.

I have never killed anyone. I don't need to.

You know, I am so, so very tired of you and your powers. Do you think that you can just walk around unchecked? Prefect might not understand memory manipulation, but I do. I understand it very well.

And my powers don't work the same as yours. So try me. Try me.

No. [Pause.] Yes. [She sighed, looking up to the wall across from her.]

I'm glad that I went because...now I have a way out. But I didn't want to go through all of it.

Alright. I don't know if that will help. I don't have my powers at home.

But...maybe it will help.

[He nodded, and reached across to put his hand on hers,]

I can understand that. Will you be okay?

I apparently can't walk around unchecked, considering that I don't have my power at the moment.

I'm calling your bluff, lady. Find me. Do your worst. Because I'm betting you can't do a thing.

I have no use for it, so you might as well try to.

[She gripped his hand tightly.]

Yes. Can...I stay tonight?

I'm not going to seek you out. I'm not that cruel. Just stay away.

[He smiled at her a little,] Did you even have to ask, Sveta? Of course.

Thank you.

Suit yourself. And next time, you might want to think up a better story.

[There was a small hint of a real smile. She was burying the rest of her emotions in favor of being...lighter.] Will you let me watch Julia Roberts?

[pause, pause, slight sarcastic frown,] Do I have to... Alright, you can have Julia Roberts.

Yes, you have to. [She stood up and gave him a kiss.]

I'll be back. I'm not wearing this dress anymore. [She really just wanted to burn it.]

[He nodded, and gave the dress a slight look. Knowing the context, and with a lot of the things he'd seen, even if it was quite pretty, he hated it a little, now he thought about it.]

I don't blame you. I'll find you out a proper drink, if you like.

Thank you. I...might need it. [She picked up her bag and headed out the door.]

[After checking the time, Sveta arrived to the pool, sporting a classy one-piece at the moment. Dipping her feet into the water, she just stared at her hands, waiting on Martha.]

[Martha met Sveta at the pool, and she was also rocking the one piece, with a pair of shorts over them that covered the scar on her thigh. She was a bit worried about this meeting really, after everything that had happened, but her friend just looked so miserable, she couldn't not make the offer. She waved a bit when she walked in, and then dropped her towel on one of the chairs before sitting beside her.]

Hi.

Hello. [She forced a smile, but it really wasn't Martha this time. Her feelings were still hurt over the whole issue, but she had other things to make her miserable.]

Did I miss anything while I was gone?

Not really. It was quiet mostly.

[Martha smiled briefly, because while it had been quiet in general on the Barge, it hadn't been particularly quiet for her. But that was beside the point.]

Do you need to talk about it? [After all, Martha was a good listener, and she was good at being non-judgmental mostly.

No. [It was said much too quickly and she flinched at the sound of her own voice.]

I've talked enough about it.

[Martha worried about the flinch, and she quickly placed her hand on her friend's arm.]

Okay, we don't need to talk about it then.

[Sveta nodded and slipped into the water.]

Tell me what's happened since I left. I don't care if it's mundane.

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