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[What is Elsa Bloodstone's greatest fear? In her own words: Failure. I don't want the world going to hell because of a mistake I made somewhere along the line.

In protest, she has failed to kill a certain Bridge Carson. The consequence for this failure is to be trapped in her own mind, certain that the world around her--Mayfield or back home, it doesn't matter much--has crumbled because of her own carelessness. She hesitated too often. Showed too much mercy. Didn't do the job she was supposed to do. Left too many monsters--and monstrous humans--alive. And now... everyone else is paying for it. It's not fair, but the world rarely is.

But she's mostly immortal (or so she thinks, in her own hallucinations). She continues to survive, even as most of humanity is dead. She'll keep fighting until she breathes her last, not holding back any longer. If someone deserves to die, she'll kill him. If a monster approaches, she'll show no mercy. There are surviving stragglers in the wastelands and pockets of human civilization left. She'll be damned if she doesn't make all of this up to them, somehow.

She has a target. His name is Bridge Carson. No mercy, this time. Somehow, he's involved in all of this. He has to be.

In search of him, she's walking around Mayfield with a long-suffering scowl on her face and a shotgun in each hand. The sun is shining and (despite recent events) the town is still well-populated. Not that Elsa notices either; for her, the streets are abandoned and it is eternally night.

She'll notice people if they approach and address her. But she'll be incredibly surprised to see that they still live. And she'll be more than a little wary.]

Date: 2011-06-02 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[Vash walks with a purpose as he finds himself face to face with Elsa once more. This was a friendly face to him at least, especially after his own recent events. He held up a notepad with a semi-decently drawn Meryl to the dangerously armed woman.]

Ah, it's you! This woman was murdered last night form loss of blood. She had a knife wound. Do you happen to know anything?!

Date: 2011-06-05 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Elsa squints at Vash, trying her damnedest to figure out where he's come from. Well, it seems like he survived the end of the world. She's entirely unsurprised; there's something about him that he isn't letting on. He's more than he seems, even if Elsa doesn't know in what ways.

Dumb luck and sheer ability notwithstanding. She's seen that in action.

Knowing that she's in the presence of an ally, she lowers her guns and looks at the image of the woman he presents to her.]


I don't know her.

You're sure it was a knife? There are monsters everywhere; it could have been anything that killed her.

Date: 2011-06-15 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[Vash just looks...confused at that remark.]

Monsters? I think that's a little harsh. Not every resident is a white knight but...

Date: 2011-06-15 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
...

[Is he being intentionally dense with her? She knows he's smarter than this, regardless of how he behaves. She's seen his competence.]

I don't mean the residents--most of them are dead.

I mean the actual monsters, Vash.

Date: 2011-06-15 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[Vash looks around at that statement. And he's as confused as ever.]

I uh...haven't seen any monsters yet.

Date: 2011-06-15 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
No? The world is crawling with them.

Where have you been these past several months? You're not as foolish as you act; there's no way you could have missed them.

Bah, userpic fail

Date: 2011-06-15 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[...okay, something's very wrong with that statement.]

Elsa...are you feeling alright?

I was wondering about that... ^^()

Date: 2011-06-15 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
I feel fine.

[She's just hallucinating, no biggie.]

I have a man to find, if you'll excuse me.

Date: 2011-06-15 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[Everyone does it from time to time.]

Er, careful out there...

Date: 2011-06-15 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
I'm a professional, I will be.

[She takes two steps away from him, then turns back.]

What are you going to do?

Date: 2011-06-15 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayflychaser.livejournal.com
[Deadly serious look.]

There's something I have to take care of.

Date: 2011-06-15 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
....

[Elsa respects whatever it is she sees in him. She has her business, he has his. She gives him a short nod--no point in holding him up any further.]

Good luck with it.

Stay alive.

[And off she goes.]

Date: 2011-06-03 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[Following the regain of his body, Nusakan is actually comfortable in not falling prey to senseless murder... it means, of course, that this 'experiment' of his can fall into full swing.

The pair of shotguns is an interesting touch, but she's definitely the Elsa Bloodstone he's looking for. Her ignorance of everyone who walks by is almost like droning - except the part where she has that scowl. How interesting. How terribly interesting.

Momentarily, he'll approach her, clearing his throat.]


You seem quite troubled, young lady. [Lucky him, he can certainly take a few shots if she shoots before speaking, but he's pretty sure she's suffering from some illusion or another, too.]

Date: 2011-06-05 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Elsa whirls on him, gun drawn and pointed at his head. If she had any regains to speak of, the speed would have been superhuman.

In her mind, it still is.]


Identify yourself.

Date: 2011-06-06 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[In spite of it, there's no change in his posture, no fear to speak of.]

Doctor Nusakan. [No hesitation, no fear; either he expects her not to shoot or he doesn't care if she does. It's hard to tell.

Though he'll admit - if only to himself - if she shoots him in the face from this distance, all the little pieces will probably be too much to heal.]

Date: 2011-06-06 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[His lack of fear is noted, but it's not enough to make her lower her weapon. This is as much a show of her own lack of fear as anything else; it's posturing to show that she's no amateur.]

Elsa Bloodstone.

What are you?

Date: 2011-06-08 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[Lucky him. That makes two, he supposes... though this one he's more interested in learning about, using as an experiment...]

Good to meet you, miss Bloodstone. I am a mystic. [His head tilts, then, brows furrowing curiously.] You've failed to kill your target, thus far, have you not? Your expression is strange - not quite vacant, but also not seeing the same reality. [A small bite to capture her interest, and to test a theory...]

Date: 2011-06-08 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Elsa narrows her eyes. She's racking her brain to try and remember what, exactly, a "mystic" is. According to her knowledge, it's a vague blanket term for 'magic user,' not a specific type of creature. Where is this lapse in education coming from? She had everything about monster hunting memorized. Everything.

Or... is she a bigger failure than she thought? That thought hurts.]


My failures are none of your business, mystic. I'm looking for my target and have no intentions of you getting in the way.

Move, or I'll shoot.

Date: 2011-06-11 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[Less a failure when the monster comes from a world that isn't your own, though of course Elsa doesn't know that.]

I see. Well, that is the path to fixing this, or so I surmise. That aside, whether I move or not doesn't change the fact that you can step to either side and continue walking, does it?

[His glasses glint, a bemused look on his face.]

But before you do that, I suppose you should know. Whatever you're seeing is only partially reality, at best - as you haven't murdered your target, judging from the others I've met, you're most likely hallucinating. I wonder what your deepest fear is...

[He hasn't moved yet, though if she moves to shoot, he'll back up far (and quickly) enough that the blast won't kill him.]

Date: 2011-06-12 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
That would involve showing you my back. Do you really believe I'm a naive amateur who would allow myself to be that vulnerable?

[Her eyes narrow when he explains that she hallucinating. It's... is it possible? It's happened before, with Forbush Man. But that... that was different. This is reality. Right? No. It's better not to take chances. He's messing with her, why else would he be talking like this? She doesn't know him, it's not like he's trying to drag her out of the illusion for her own good... Then he brings up her fears. That's it, she's had enough of his mind games.

She takes the shot.]

Date: 2011-06-12 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
Not at all. You could also continue to face me while you continue forward. Though I suppose you'll tell me that I probably have an accomplice. [Which probably either... isn't untrue or shouldn't be.

As he watches her reaction, his brows raise curiously. All the signs... and then the intense anger, the squeeze of the trigger in pseudo-slow motion. Can he dodge a bullet...? Not really.

He can move, though, enough that the bullet isn't going straight through his whole head - not that he couldn't deal with that, with his new body - enough that it will pass through a less... vital area. The slug rips through his left cheek, shattering one lens of his glasses and leaving a trail of gore and burned flesh throughout - it's more than powerful enough to knock him off his feet, body landing rag-doll heavily on the ground. The blood in the open wound, and all of the blood that splattered everywhere mere seconds ago, is deep blue...

He'll lay there for a short moment, perhaps long enough to let her breathe a sigh of relief... but then his hands brace on the ground as he pushes himself up again. The wound will take a moment to heal well enough that he can speak again, but he's chuckling throughout, the remaining lens of his glasses glinting wildly, even in the manufactured darkness of her hallucination. How, then, will she react to this?]

Date: 2011-06-15 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Oh, ☠☠☠☠.

Elsa takes a few steps backward. This... mystic can regenerate and is incredibly fast. That's alarming--her gunfire needs to hit something vital in order to be effective and he can dodge even at point blank range. Still, she can't quite recall what a mystic like this even is. Surely, he has a weakness that can be exploited, but she honestly has no idea what that weakness is.

She can almost feel Mother Hate's embrace as punishment. And she'd deserve it; she's about to lose because of a failure of memory. This isn't how her father's line should end...

No. When in doubt, improvise. There's a car to her left, not far behind where the strange creature stands. With any luck, there's still petrol in it. All she has to do is get the fuel tank to leak and strike a match... and do it quickly. Elsa fires again, hoping that he'll mistake her shots as intended for him--that would buy her a few very vital moments.]

Date: 2011-06-21 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[It's hard to catch every change with the throbbing, searing pain from the reconstructing tissue, but he's quick enough to catch the steeling of her resolve against the natural fear of death.

Distantly, he also has the knowledge to determine that the wild-seeming shots aren't wild at all, but that thought doesn't come right away. Even the heavy sound of the shots hitting the car don't quite register.

It doesn't remain unnoticed for long, though. The shot was lucky - already, the tank is leaking profusely, the scent of gasoline quickly permeating the air. Well. This makes twice he's had a strong opponent... he moves forward, away from the car, but he's not moving very hurriedly. Whether that's because he's still slow-reacting or because he doesn't feel he needs to is anyone's guess.]

Date: 2011-06-24 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Good, there's petrol leaking. Now she just needs a spark.

She fires again on the metal caging of the car, hoping that'll be enough to set the car--and this mystic--alight.]

Date: 2011-07-05 12:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-creep.livejournal.com
[A standard slug won't have the right force to produce a spark strong enough to light petrol, even the fumes, in almost every instance...

Elsa should count herself lucky, in that case. The alignment of the stars, or the turning of the wheel of fate, or whatever obnoxious idealism people believe in seems to be in her favor - to a point. The gas ignites, sending a cloud of flame and smoke skyward and downward, and by some miracle it does light the surface of the liquid... but the flame doesn't spread fast enough for the doctor's unhurried steps to take him out of harm's way. Step, step, step...]


Ah... I suppose you leave me no choice. I'll make it as painless as possible. [His face has repaired enough for (slightly) slurred speech, and he reaches into his lab coat on his approach - in a random zig-zag that will make hitting him with a bullet difficult, at best.] Perhaps you'll thank me for ending the hallucinations, one day. [Once he reaches her, he'll dart in close, that arm drawing back to rise and fall against her neck.

She'll probably catch sight of the syringe before the impact, perhaps even manage to dodge the blow for now - but she really has left him little choice.]

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