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Maria Palmer ([personal profile] firewatcher) wrote2015-10-11 04:15 pm

[psl] 2015: Crawl 'til dawn, on our hands and knees

The end of the first night of the rest of her terrible garbage life saw Palmer in a situation she never imagined possible: in the first all-night diner she could find, sitting across the table from Vera Volkov, back from the dead.

Or—Liv Lazzari, now, wasn't it.

That was going to take some getting used to. That, and the fact that despite the drastic changes to her appearance, Vera—Liv—still didn't look a day older than when Palmer had seen her last, over twenty years ago. Not worth the price of admission, in Palmer's mind, but it felt a little unfair. Palmers tended to start showing age early, and she herself was no exception.

Palmer leaned on the slightly sticky table with one elbow, absentmindedly stirring her coffee with the other hand and biting back a yawn. "Is every night in hell this eventful?"
wolfatyourdoor: (far too great in number to ignore)

[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-12 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Hell was apt enough; Vera hadn't actually considered the possibility that this shit life could get shittier. Served her right for underestimating Maria.

She sunk deep into the plastic-y fake leather of the booth cushion, her hand pressed over her eyes. Hard to say whether that was more about not looking at Maria or just hiding her face (too little too late). Maybe both. Both was good.

"Well, the execution is standard enough." Her voice came out a little hoarse, a little raw. Shame it'd been so close to sun-up; she felt like she had a lot more screaming left in her, and Buckley was just the tip of that iceberg. "The Psu'ho-wurv exploding himself into some kind of fucking demon ...and you... not so much."

She shifted her hand to peer at Maria through parted fingers, her expression somewhere between venomous and exhausted.

"So yeah. Welcome to the god-damned party." Her lip quirked very slightly at her own joke.
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Honestly, Lieutenant Palmer" —and there was no small amount of bitterness in that inflection— "it's really not clear to me what direction you thought things would be going from here, showing your face and spooking them with that stunt with the ashes."

Vera shoved herself forward out of her slouch to lean her forearms against the table, still sporting the glare.

She switched to Russian. "Your accent is shit, by the way—you're out of practice." There was a pause, almost awkward, and she broke eye contact, jerking her head sideways to study her fingernails. "...I guess I can't really blame you for that one."
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sorry, we are trying to advance a scene and here I am picking a fight

[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Not Maria, then? —Or, you used to love it when I called you Masha."

She had two decades of bitterness to tap into; really, she was just getting started.
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"I'm the best at what I do..."

[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Vera had looked about ready to spit; ready, maybe, to throw a punch, all tensed up like a dog gone feral. Then she sighed and leaned back in her seat again, staring out the window towards the orange glow on the horizon.

"...Not since Andy, I'd guess." She looked back at Maria. "And honestly...Palmer...I almost think I'd prefer it if you called me Vera. Not in front of them, just..."

And then she lost her nerve once more, her eyes back at her hands, nails digging into her arms. "This whole thing is enough of a sick joke without having to listen to you fake it too."
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Vera grimaced slightly, and shrugged.

"Hey, the alliteration is traditional. I had to keep—" But she'd miscalculated that particular emotional direction; her voice caught. "—something, didn't I."

When she looked back at Maria, her eyes were already narrowed, back on the defensive. "Anyway, Kitty picked it out for me. I like it." It maybe came out a touch too insistent.
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
The shift in body language was immediate: from an exhausted slouch to leaning as far forward as she could, her right hand gripping the edge of the table, her left making an accusatory jab.

"Fuck off, Masha." She had switched back to Russian, her voice elevating as she did so. "You know nothing about it. Of course Katya would look into you."

And there it was, all on its own; Maria hadn't even needed to reference the pet name directly. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve, saying that. Maybe it's just what she had to do to keep us safe, хорошо? Don't be so smug."
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no you don't." It was a deliberate echo of Palmer's words to her earlier in this too-long night, when she'd made her own last-ditch attempt to pretend all this wasn't happening.

The waitress recovered, then studiously ignored them.

"You don't say that to me like you know what the fuck this has been like. You don't lump her in with the rest of them."

She made a grab for Maria's left wrist—the hand with her wedding band. "And you don't try to play this like I'm the one who moved on. Twenty goddamn years of hell—"
Edited 2015-10-13 15:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-13 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd seemed ready for that, moving her hand back from the slap with speed that just exceeded natural. Or maybe she really had simply expected the reaction—already prepared to snarl back.

And then Palmer went on, and the tension broke. Vera's shoulders dropped, and she dragged a hand across her face; Palmer wasn't the only one running on too little sleep.

She neither met her eyes nor switched back to English, but her voice was quieter now. "You know, you really don't realize how good you've got it, Palmer. People were always going to die doing this. That was it—that was the life. It's just that you're the only one good enough to be left standing. Katya kept me...safe. But it wasn't about her. I just thought...the least I could do for you was keep you out of it."

Vera let herself collapse back into the booth then, too. "You're welcome for that."
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-15 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you can rest assured that you're never going to run out of monsters.
"So. There's that."

She leaned her elbows against the table and let herself look Palmer in the eyes again, her eyebrows raised. "I wish I had been there to help you slice off his cock and watch him choke on its ashes, and to feed the rest of him a piece at a time to the sun."

There was no particular venom in that description—only a matter-of-fact blend of brutal practicality and simple exhaustion.
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Vera's smile was slow, crooked, a little vicious. (Or maybe this had always been her smile, and the passage of time had only distilled those qualities in it.)

She was midway to what might have even been a full grin of her own when Palmer mentioned Volkovs. And then her face froze in something less like a smile than it was a wince.

"—Oh?" Relaxing a bit (likely some inner self-reassuring dialogue, there), she went on. "What was it? Had to have been really something for you to be joking about it."
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-15 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Vera scoffed. "I still can't fucking believe that—" She paused; switched again to Russian. "—That you trust a leech like her to follow orders. Much less follow them enough to keep a trustworthy patrol log. As if anyone's fucking report of that night would have had anything about it, anyway." There was a hardness to the words—a mix of bitterness and certainty.

Her fingers went to the medallion when Palmer gestured to it, a motion that had the convenient double effect of holding close and concealing, and she dropped her gaze to the table.

"And the necklace... yeah, it'd have been smarter to leave it behind. I don't know, maybe I just wanted her to see me wear it..."

She looked up. "But this is shit to talk about, so let's fucking not."
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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-15 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She met Palmer's gaze evenly, eyes slightly narrowed, daring her to pick a fight. (Sure, Maria, give the woman who survived her family's massacre a hard time. It's a real good look.)

"What, the king's—" (she provided air quotes) "—brother's spawn? The whole lineage is revolting, except maybe Mercy, who's instead got the mistaken impression that acting like a mouse makes them any less a monster than the rest. What about him? Did he try to impress you with the leech take on witch shit?"

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[personal profile] wolfatyourdoor 2015-10-15 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Vera's brows lifted skeptically.

"Don't they all? There's a reason we always said they were the ones that mattered most to kill."

She paused, then recrossed her legs and leaned in on an elbow, but kept her focus out the window at the sunrise, deliberately casual. The volume of her voice dropped very slightly. "So what makes him special--how many bodies does it take to shock even you? ...And what kind of source do you have on this? Not your... family... or they'd have told us by now." At this last, she glanced back over her shoulder at Palmer. Little need to guess who she meant by "us."

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