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[Samantha opted, when setting up the feed, to go with voice only. She still looked like hell, and she didn't need anyone seeing or asking stupid questions. It wasn't their business. But, after speaking to Conan, she'd resolved that it was time to stop trying to hide from this place any further. When she spoke, her voice had a tired quality to it, but was still strong.]

So, Asgard.

I wanted to discuss something with those of you who will still speak with me right now. These powers that we have. Most of the people I see seem to think of them as a good thing, a blessing of sorts, or at least they partially make up for the tricks you had in your homeworlds. Right.

Here's the thing I wanted to talk about. Most I've spoken to seem to think of these powers as something that's being used to help other people around here, or to protect people that can't protect themselves. How do you people handle the fact that any of them can be abused, misused or mishandled? What do people around here do to prepare themselves to be protected if those powers get used for the wrong reasons? I've been thinking a lot lately about how people could protect themselves from some of these powers, and it worries me.

Not all of us are nice people, you know.

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[there's a very loud hiss on the other end of the line and the sound of furniture tumbling over. Samantha has accidentally hit the reply button as she's scrambling back against the wall, away from the sight of that face.

Part of her can feel the faint desire. It's stronger than the desire she knows lurks inside of her for everyone she's met here already. She's seen Diva. She knows what the vampire's capable of. Her body knows what Diva feels like. Samantha's eyes flutter and she has to fight to return everything. She's perhaps that much more terrified by the fact that this woman still turns her on, even having seen her work with the cleaver so casually.]

You!!! Stay away from me... please!

Now, if you say things like that, you'll hurt my feelings.

[Her smile widens, but her eyes are completely cold and vicious] Well, whatever. You didn't change your mind before getting rid of him, did you?

[Hurt her feelings? She wanted to claw the woman's face off. Diva was dangerous, and in a way that defied her way to put it into words. her breathing was slow, and in low gasps while she calmed herself, seeing those eyes staring through the screen.

She had no illusions that Diva could turn on her just as easily, and she had tasted her blood. There were some who had a certain love for the taste of a succubus' blood, and she knew it.]

If by that you mean did I dispose of Daryl? Yes, it's done.

What... do you want from me?

What I want...?

[She looks surprised by the question, tilting her head curiously at the question, an almost childish gesture. But she's just parroting the question, because the fact that she would ask at all tells her quite a lot. It's definitely a disappointment, but oh well. It was too good to be true anyways. That cute, childish curiosity changes sharply to a darker expression.]

Oh, that's right, what I want from you is to not say a word, alright? Which should be easy, since you're the one that actually killed him, and I'm sure you don't want to be caught. So I'll stay away! As long as you stay quiet. Otherwise... Well, I hate people that break promises, you know? I really hate them.

You don't need to worry about that. As much as I feel like a monster for what I did, I'm not going out and blabbing this. I'm already having more than enough problems just with what little else I did...

Just... stay away, Diva... please. I don't want to go back to being like that again.

[Her breathing was hitching and she sounded a little close to tears. The imagining of her fingers coiled around that delicate throat, choking the life out of Diva, was so tantalizing. It made her shudder, the thought of Diva near her again, the thought of repaying her.]

You're not safe for me...

[Her expression changes, but it's not to any real emotion. It's just a cool, impassive stare, because the way this girl talks now... It's just like her sister. She easily imagines the parallel, where it's like the Saya that woke up to early, and Diva scoffs despite her lack of expression.]

Aren't you just denying yourself, though?

Of course I'm denying myself. I'm a half-breed monstrosity, the bastard step-child of some satanic piece of crap incubus who dragged my mother into a back alley somewhere. I'm Doctor Jekkyl and Miss Hyde. Why should I want to turn into a slathering monster like her?

[It horrified her that part of her actually did want to. The angry responses were as much as anything a very real part of her reaction to Diva. The worst part was that she half expected that, if Diva used her influences, she could drag that side out of her anytime she wanted. That fact terrified her more than anything else.]

Bo~ring. [She laughs lightly, sitting back in her chair with a bounce, like she's suddenly playing a fun and interesting game] You're just like my sister, you know? You deny yourself the having fun, and then you just hate yourself for it. Why not just indulge? People will think you're a monster, but so what? You can just kill them. That's your right as something stronger, right?

I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to be like my father... Seeing the look in their eyes. [She shuddered. There was no reasoning with this creature. She sounded like Avaritia, in a way, like Superbia. So arrogant, so covetous.]

Just... stay away from me. I mean it.

Well, whatever. [she shrugs] You'll be coming to me anyways. I don't think you'll be able to stay away.

[She waves cutely] Bye bye~

[Diva ends the feed there!]

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