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[greatlightother]

[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.]

Comments

Private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

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.

Private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

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.

Private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

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

Private

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

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