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<h1>Chapter 37</h1>
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<p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">B</span>ecause
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(Vriska) only spent a few minutes on Prospit before her dream self
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was whisked away to the Battlefield the moment she ascended to her
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god tier form, she never exactly got to enjoy Prospit life as much
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as some of her friends did. Which by all accounts involved a lot of
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leisure time—floating around, lounging about on golden
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crenellations, and looking at pretty much the only thing there was
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to look at on Prospit: the big blue sphere full of prescient clouds
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known as Skaia. She’s certain Terezi must have spent more than her
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share of time ogling the fluffy nimbus forms, or sniffing in their
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direction at least.</p>
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<p>This must have been what life on Prospit felt like, (Vriska)
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thinks, as she adjusts her head to a slightly more comfortable
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position on the fresh clown carcass she’s now using as a pillow.
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She lets out a long exhale, feeling more relaxed than she’s felt in
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a long time. The clouds aren’t showing her any visions, but that’s
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okay. She realizes you can see whatever you want to see in a cloud,
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if you spend a long enough time looking at its shape. All that’s
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really required is a willingness to let yourself waste the time. A
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willingness she only just discovered minutes ago, since wringing
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the life from a libidinous harlequin.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I think that one is...</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A sort of snake?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A snake with a strangely 8ig head.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Nah, it’s a pipe.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A what?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: It’s a Thing you Smoke with.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You mean, like, the human marijuana
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I’ve heard Dave ram8le a8out sometimes?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: God.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You Really Did grow up on an Alien
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Planet, didn’t you.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Yes, as a matter of fact I did.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I’m from the world which was home to
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the race you yourself are apparently a mem8er of.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Yeah 8ut I’m actually Normal?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: No Offense.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): None taken. You’re a lot like me,
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really.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I mean, unsurprisingly? This shouldn’t
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8e shocking news.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You just kinda remind me of my mom.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Not in Many ways, I just mean you say
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shit that makes it O8vious this isn’t where you grew up.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): How is Kanaya, 8y the way?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Um. 8oring?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: And Old.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Old and 8oring as Fuck.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Hahahaha.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Sounds a8out right.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I mean, Older Than Us, 8y a lot.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: 8ut you knew her when you were the same
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age, so...</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: That’s why I said that? Fuck it. She’s
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like, Regular. A 8asic Ass Mom.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: She’s fine, I like her. 8oth my moms are
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alright.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: They’re a little o8sessed with all this
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War Shit though.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh yeah?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Yeah.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Old people get hella 8ent out of shape
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a8out War And Politics.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Same shit as always.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You’re right. I guess that’s how it was
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in my culture too.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Vriska doesn’t seem to have a response to
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this. Her parents have told her many tales of Alternia, and her
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curiosity about the subject was satiated some time before she
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entered high school. She shrugs and turns her attention back to the
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sky. Another nimbus cloud wanders lazily into view, and catches
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(Vriska)’s eye due to its peculiar shape.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That one there.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That’s... some sort of squat, can-like
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8uilding, right?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Like the ridiculous structures my
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friends used to 8uild with the Mayor.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Hey, is the Mayor still around?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: The Mayor’s dead, dude.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Shit!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I loved the Mayor.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Everyone loved the Mayor.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: He’s in our damn history 8ooks.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wow.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ut you see what I mean, right? That
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one!</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Lol, you don’t know Anything.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Kinda cute, actually.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What?? Then what is it, smartass.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: It’s a cake.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): ........</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: A 8irthday cake. See? Those are
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candles.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: It’s so o8vious.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh! Like those shitty things John’s dad
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was always making?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Guess so.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What’s with all the clouds shaped like
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John stuff?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Like that one there. That’s... a 8ig
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dollop of “shaving cream,” right?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Ummmmmmmm, nah.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: That’s just a normal cloud I think.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Fine, 8ad example.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ut THAT one.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That’s DEFINITELY a human hat.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Oh yeah, it totally is.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Just a fuckin’ Sky Hat. Right there.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Is Earth C always like this?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I dunno, I never noticed.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) scans the sky. She notices a few more
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John-specific cloud shapes. A ghost over there. A beagle puss just
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overhead. But the more she stares at them, the more she realizes
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her ability to recognize the shapes is beginning to fade. They
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start to resemble fluffy, amorphous blobs. Was it all just in her
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imagination?</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e this is just crazy nonsense,
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actually.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Seeing shapes in clouds, I mean.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: May8e. Idk.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Or may8e the truth just makes me kind
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of nervous.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What “Truth”?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Don’t tell him I said this, 8ut, I
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think John is just an extremely powerful 8eing. Even when he
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sucks.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And he certainly does appear to suck in
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this reality.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And yet, the uneasy feeling is
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there.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s a vague feeling I’ve had in the
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8ack of my mind for a long time, 8ut it really hit me when I was
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talking to him earlier.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s distur8ing to think a8out that
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much power 8ottled up in one stupid nerd who’ll never understand
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it.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What Power are you even talking
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a8out?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Like, lame Wind Powers?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No, I mean...</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): The power to shape reality. Even
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without intending to.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Like, just falling 8ackwards into the
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most insanely overpowered 8ullshit, when the rest of us have to
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work our asses off for a fraction of that kind of power and
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relevance.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): He could rewrite everything that ever
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happened if he wanted.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And he could pro8a8ly even 8end reality
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to his will in certain ways even if he didn’t have the slightest
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idea what he was doing, which he usually doesn’t.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): He’d pro8a8ly manage to 8e more
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relevant than I could ever dream of 8eing even if he was dead.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s a little depressing to think
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a8out, actually.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Eh, no it’s not.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Harry’s dad is a Joke! He’s a Washed Up
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Loser.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: He’s not worth feeling shitty a8out At
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All.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wow. You know what?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You’re RIGHT.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Man, that is SUCH a good attitude?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Why didn’t I say that??</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I used to say shit like that.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) turns to face Vriska, propping her
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head a little higher up on the torso to get comfortable. The
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Vriskas have become virtually oblivious to the fact that a
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strangled juggalo is currently functioning as a throw pillow. It
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feels right, natural even, as if he was never meant to serve any
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purpose other than that of a deceased, soft vehicle for head and
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neck support between two blossoming friends.</p>
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<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Hey, can I just ask...</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Why were you making out with this
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Ridiculous Shithead?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wow, could we may8e not talk a8out
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that?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I’m fucking em8arrassed.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I’m not even Judging. It’s not like I can
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8lame you.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Sometimes a girl just needs to give up on
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her Dignity for a while and kiss a Dum8 Clown.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: That does a lot to Explain my
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Relationship with Harry, actually.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Haha.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Yeah, that’s a good way of putting
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it.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Let’s just call it a 8rief and
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inadvisa8le catharsis through fleeting clown lust, and agree to
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never speak of this again.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You got it.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ut anyway, I was trying to make a
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point!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I have to say... I’m almost a little
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jealous of you.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Jealous. Why? I’ve done fuck all.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I go to highschool and that’s a8out
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it?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Haven’t you like,</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Literally Ascended To Godhood, cre8d
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Multiple Universes, and uh.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Killed Guys And Stuff?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Yes, I did do all of that stuff.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Didn’t you Mind Control some idiot to
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jump off a Cliff, and he got Paralyzed...</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: 8ut then you started Dating him or
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something?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Yeah.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That was 8efore I killed him.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Lmao!!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s cool though, we made up!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): As ghosts I mean. Well, a different
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copy of me did that, 8ut I think it still counts.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wh8ver, it’s just one thing I did. Who
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can even keep track of this stuff.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Didn’t you 8lind some O8noxious 8itch one
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time?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): HEY!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Some of this stuff is kind of
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priv8??</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Anyway, the point wasn’t to go
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strolling down memory lane on some of the 8adass things I’ve
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done.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Not that there isn’t a lot of gr8
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material there.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I’m just saying, with the life you’re
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living here, you seem...</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Free?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Free to just 8e yourself, and 8e cool,
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and not really care too much a8out other people’s horse shit.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I’ve spent so long caring so much a8out
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what other people thought of me. Mainly that they saw me as
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important, or making a “difference.”</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s such a futile struggle sometimes.
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And I thought I was doing SO well, and getting SO close to the 8ig
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prize... and then I end up... here???</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s like a 8ig joke. And sometimes it
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feels like real freedom is just understanding that.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And when you do, it comes through in
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your personality, and it’s a lot easier to just seem...</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Cool. You know?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I guess.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This is really funny. I feel like such
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a fuckup. 8ecause now that I’m saying this, I realize there WAS a
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person like that I met once.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Like you, sorta. It was just another
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version of myself.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): She was genuinely happy, and living her
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8est life, even though she was ironically a ghost.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ut something a8out her attitude set me
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off.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): So I ripped her to pieces??</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Also I sort of stole her
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girlfriend.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Holy shit?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I know! I’m terri8le.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: No not really.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: This all sounds kind of Legendary,
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t8h.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No, I know! I know how it sounds.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Just, please, don’t look at me as some
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sort of role model, ok?</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This isn’t good! The point is it’s
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8AD!</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Take it from me, don’t do the shit
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where you start modeling yourself after some mental image you have
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of a cooler version of yourself! It just sucks.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Haha, alright, Whatever You Say.
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:::::::)</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Ugh. This isn’t going in the direction
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I was hoping.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): The POINT is, I was so mad at her.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That happy ghost version of myself, who
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was free of everything.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I was pro8a8ly mad 8ecause she got to
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8e who she really was, without stressing a8out it, which is
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something I never felt like I was allowed to have.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Well.</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You can now, right?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What the fuck is Stopping you.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I guess so.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I wonder what the point would 8e?</p>
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<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What do you mean.</p>
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<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I could 8e a 8etter version of myself
|
||
than I am, 8ut...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Then...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Who would even 8e around to notice?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I would.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh, yeah. No, I mean, that’s gr8.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And it’s nice talking to you, and
|
||
getting stuff off my chest? It’s not what I meant, though.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I left the people I care most a8out
|
||
8ehind.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What’s the point of 8ecoming your 8est
|
||
self, if the people most important to you aren’t around to witness
|
||
it?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Um. Aren’t all your friends Here
|
||
though?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I know they’re a 8unch of Old Fucks now,
|
||
8ut...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No, they are. That’s...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Not what I mean.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Sigh. This is hard to explain.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I guess I mean there’s someone
|
||
specifically I fell out of touch with, who it feels like I’ll never
|
||
see again.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Oh.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e...</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) thinks for a while on her next
|
||
statement. She needs the time to let a thought she’d never had
|
||
before arrange itself into words.</p>
|
||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e that’s why I h8’d my ghost self
|
||
so much?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Why?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ecause I just had a sense.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): On some level I knew she was right. She
|
||
was happy and honest with herself. And that’s what made her...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A version of myself who was actually
|
||
worthy of someone I cared a8out.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Don’t get me wrong, we had a nice time
|
||
for a few years living on that meteor.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It was a good, sta8le pale
|
||
relationship. 8ut that’s all it was.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): We couldn’t really connect in a deeper
|
||
way 8ecause I was still... the way I am, I guess?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Layers and layers of armor and
|
||
defenses.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): And I had some mysterious feeling that
|
||
weak ghost version of myself was always meant to form the kind of
|
||
connection with her that I never could, 8ecause she didn’t have any
|
||
of that stuff getting in the way.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Which is pro8a8ly why I flipped out at
|
||
her.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: The person you’re talking a8out
|
||
here...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: It kinda sounds like you Love her.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What??</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No!</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Okay, Whatever.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I don’t 8elieve this.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I mean... may8e?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Sorta.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s a complic8d feeling.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: It actually doesn’t sound that complic8d,
|
||
8ut again, Whatever.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I don’t know!!!!!!!!</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I still feel sort of messed up a8out
|
||
this, and I don’t think I can pinpoint exactly how I
|
||
feel!!!!!!!!</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e you can’t even 8oil it down to
|
||
one quadrant at all!!!!!!!!</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Who are we Talking a8out here?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I DON’T THINK I CAN TALK A8OUT THIS
|
||
ANYMORE!</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Oh god, it’s not...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: My MOM, is it?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Or one of them?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh FUCK no. Not them.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Anyway, they’re living on this planet.
|
||
Remem8er I said I’d pro8a8ly never see her again?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Yeah.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You’re just talking a8out The Girl You
|
||
8linded that one time, aren’t you?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Ummmmmmmm.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: May8e I’m not Fucking Stupid?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I know some Lore.</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) rolls her head against the clown
|
||
cadaver to face the sky again. Even if this is another
|
||
near-duplicate of herself who’s easy to confide in, maybe she’s
|
||
said too much already. Maybe she’s even admitted too much to
|
||
herself. Moments pass in silence.</p>
|
||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I’m pretty sure Harry’s Dad used to talk
|
||
to her a lot.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: The 8lind Girl.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): He did? When?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I dunno. Years ago.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): How is that possi8le? I mean... from
|
||
THIS place?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: What. Earth C?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I don’t think I get the question.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You still don’t seem to understand.
|
||
We’re all inside...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Never mind.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What were they even talking a8out?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I have No Idea.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You wanna Look?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Look at what?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Just a minute ago I swiped his Phone.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You stole John’s phone??</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Yeah.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: I Steal Stuff sometimes.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: The ha8it’s Pro8a8ly just in my DNA.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Lol.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Yeah, let’s take a look.</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p class="no-indent">Vriska hands over the phone. It exhibits
|
||
decades of use. This is not the device of a man who frequently
|
||
upgrades his technology. There’s no password to unlock it. (Vriska)
|
||
scrolls upward on a text exchange for quite some time.</p>
|
||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): How far 8ack does this go??</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Not sure. 8efore I was hatched, at
|
||
least.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This is all...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Weirdly flirtatious????????</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Yeah.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Terezi was like that with a lot of
|
||
people though.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Still, it’s a little jarring.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s all kind of 8lowing my mind.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You know what this Means, don’t you?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: You can Contact Her.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Holy shit.</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) clicks on the reply field. Her thumbs
|
||
hover over the digital keys.</p>
|
||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What would I even say?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Tell her you Love Her.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh, shut the fuck up.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Ha Ha Ha Ha.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): 8ut seriously...</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I have no idea where she is, or what
|
||
she’s doing. Is she old now too, like everyone else?</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That would feel weird.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">VRISKA: Only one way to Find Out.</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<p class="no-indent">(Vriska) stands up, and paces in circles
|
||
around the vanquished bard. Vriska maintains her relaxed position
|
||
while studying the cloud shapes again, providing (Vriska) with a
|
||
wide berth for this critical rumination.</p>
|
||
<p>Finally, (Vriska) stops pacing, and begins typing.</p>
|
||
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Hey Terezi.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This isn’t John.</p>
|
||
<p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s Vriska.</p>
|
||
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|
||
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|
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