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[She's at the very end of her frayed rope. It's obvious in her voice. Rogue is at her breaking point.]

Someone get me drunk and gimme a place ta pass out. Ah can't stay in mah own room right now, and Ah can't deal with [This Alpha bullshit. The loud voices in her head. Anything to do with that breach.] any more of this.

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Lets get this trap thing set up, whenever you're ready.

[Garden Spam, over the next few days]

[Once she's had her initial meltdown, she has to pull herself together. Which meant a lot of internal work. So she's sitting in the gardens for hours, every day, for the next few days, meditating.]

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As far as you should be concerned, I am real. The original version of myself is trapped back on Arthas' world, and has likely long since gone insane.

[She smirks, not really pleasantly, and shakes her head.]

All y'are is a copy. A strong, vivid, color copy, of what was in Arthas' head. And because mah mind's a wreck, you're runnin' loose. It's fine if ya don't wanna believe it. Doesn't change anythin'.

I am not stupid, girl. I know where I come from, but that doesn't mean I have no desire to act towards my goals regardless.

Sucks ta be you then, don't it?

I want a body.

Sorry, that's not a part of this program.

There are people here who could do this for me. A psychic could isolate us and an artificial shell could be built.

Ah've been separated from a psychic copy before. Didn't turn out well. Not really interested in physically wastin' away for some guy with less than noble intentions.

You lived, didn't you?

Because she was destroyed. She and Ah were sharin' life force, and Ah couldn't sustain us both.

When you die, where do you believe you will go, girl?

That's a question that takes more than a second ta answer.

I am very patient.

Then Ah guess you'll find out when Ah do.

No.

[For a moment, the skull painted across his face seems to writhe with a life of its own. Lightning crackles around his hands, and his voice takes on a thunder and darkness.

He takes a deep breath, and it passes. The skull is just paint, and he is a frail old man.]

I know what it is to be bodiless, helpless, and trapped. You have seen what I do to those who leave me to that fate. If you are leaving me unable to act, you will end me.

Edited 2013-09-27 04:31 (UTC)

[Even with her eyes closed, she could see his little light show. Because it was all in her head.]

What you're failin' ta grasp here, grandpa, is that You. Are not. Real. You're just a projection of mah mind, flavored like Ner'zhul.

I can think and feel. I am aware. Whether you have intentionally created me or not, I exist.

Wrong. Ah think and feel. Ya don't really exist. Trust me. Ah've done this multiple times.

And how did you come to this conclusion?

Experience. Like Ah said, you're not my first.

[He sits across from her.]

Tell me about your first.

Her name is Carol Danvers. She's not wholly human. Ah didn't have full control over mah powers and Ah ended up with her powers and her mind permanently. She was strong enough that, when Ah fell asleep, she could take over mah body.

Then Ah ended up thrown into this cosmic inbetween called the Siege Perilous. When Ah was spat out the other side some months later, we were separated. We couldn't survive at the same time, one had ta die.

So kill me. You've done it before.

Don't exactly have a cosmic inbetween on hand, or the interest ta go through that again. And ta be technical, Ah want the one that killed her.

Edited 2013-09-28 17:42 (UTC)

You have no concept of the hell it is to be able to see but not act or speak.

[The light in the hollows of the orc's eyes dims.]

At least let me sleep. Surely you can do that much.

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