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ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏᴇʀ ([personal profile] medicative) wrote2022-03-04 01:39 pm

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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-12 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is not an answer that comes easily to Anna. She struggles to think through an answer that is not always, forever. ]

A long time. Drank it quiet in Yharnam.

[ Heady with blood, she can kill everything she fears over and over again. Over and over again. ]

...It's not like that here.
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-14 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She stares for a moment. There is something that she needs to make clear. She is not just some alcoholic with a headache. So she answers as clearly as she is able: ]

Blood. Church blood, as it were. Euphoria, miraculous healing. Stronger than any brew.

[ Her eyes harden. ]

The blood of some inhuman abomination from beyond the stars. The kind that either makes you a beast or an 'angel'.

[ So she was tripping balls on eldritch god blood all the time. Do you have anything for that, doc? ]
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-18 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Powder.

[ Her answer is soft, distracted. Easier to carry about, easier to simply shove into her fucking mouth when a horror rises up in front of her. She studies Emily silently for a moment. ]

You remind me of her.

[ It is very like Anna to say these drifting, unmoored things. ]

Doctor Iosefka.

[ Before she was killed, replaced, of course. When she was soft, when she cared deeply for her patients. When she cared for the lost things knocking at her door in the night. ]
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-19 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ Maybe at some point she had sat outside the door and talked to her. Sometimes it could be sweet, but the night soon made it mournful. They all had their roles to play and Iosefka's was fleeting, something that could not survive the scourge. ]

She wanted to meet, in the morning. Morning does not come in Yharnam.
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-20 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She was locked up in her clinic, to protect her patients from the rest of us. Sent people to her sometimes, when I found them.

[ She regrets that. She studies Emily with shameless attention. ]

...You seem kind.

[ 'Seem' being the operative word. But what would she do when the world became ugly. ]
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-26 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'Decent' is not the reassurance Emily probably thinks it is. Anna has seen. She has seen what the veil of decency does to people. She says nothing for a moment. ]

Too much healing blood, wouldn't even know if I was.
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[personal profile] notched 2022-06-27 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She nods quietly. The testing of it all makes her insides niggle, but she would rather get the result than not. ]

Aye, I can phone.

[ She had gotten some basic cellphone lessons from the other Tamamo when everyone was twittering over EMBER. It's odd, but not impossible to use. ]