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... Jesus. All right, since it looks like we're all gonna die anyway, I may as well do this now. I'm taking a vote - who agrees that Fear asshole is a complete dick?

Also, not that it really matters, but was anyone else in Vancouver before you ended up here? Humor me.

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[That sounds... Pretty horrifying, really.]

I'm sorry, that's... Monsters fucking suck.

[It's so an understatement, but he's pretty sure the sentiment is the important part. It's kind of reassuring on some level to know that the sort of thing that happened at home happens other places as well, but mostly he wishes it didn't. No one deserves to go through any of that.

Something she says stands out to him, though, and he has to ask...]

It talked? What did it say?

[Wendigos don't talk, unless they're parroting something a human's said.]

It called me by my name.

[Nicky Nick Nick. She still remembers the horrible way its voice sounded, rolling her name out of its bleeding mouth, the way it scuttled toward her with a crazed look in its rolling eyes. Nick squeezes her eyes shut and shivers.]

Said it was gonna fuck me up, take my knife and cut me open. It had - a rose, it threw it at me. It'd been leaving roses for me, at the hostel where I was staying when I first got to Vancouver.

[Her head drops, and she rakes her fingers up through her hair.]

It was following me for a while.

That's super fucked up.

[Like seriously, what the hell. The wendigos were smart and violent and horrific but nothing they did was personal, they were just hungry; he'd gotten a fair share of creepy, stalkery attention from a different threat on the mountain, but that's more than a little different from it being from a monster.

He wants to ask what happened, and if she got away from it or just ended up here right in the middle of things--like Sam did--or something else, but it feels wrong to ask. He'll just leave it up to her to continue or not.]

I know, right? [She laughs bitterly, picking her head back up to face the camera again.] I mean, I've had some creepy, weird fuckers try to follow me home from the bar, but this ...

[She shakes her head, at a loss for the words to describe just how fucked up that was.]

Lemme tell you, anyone ever tells you to go check out Stanley Park, you should probably punch 'em in the face. I mean, I got away, obviously. But going back? No thanks.

[It's not exactly a lie. She did get away, but only because another Nightbane named Jaqueline intervened and succeeded in knocking Nick's attacker unconscious. Still. Nick feels a tiny twinge of guilt over not coming completely clean. Chris has been nothing but nice to her, with no real reason for it. And he's been through a trauma too.

But she can't help thinking that because he's dealt with monsters before, he might not be as nice to her if he found out she's one of them.]

Edited 2016-01-02 03:46 (UTC)

I have no idea where that is, but yeah. I will totally avoid it, even if we're from completely different worlds.

[Which... Could or could not be the case. He hates to think there are other horrible supernatural creatures out there elsewhere in his world, but why would it be just wendigos? What would make them so special as to be the only legend that's real?]

You should probably like, try not to go near Blackwood Mountain either. Just in case.

[He wouldn't have taken her reveal too badly, all things considered, but it's still probably for the best that she holds off for now.]

It's a big park up in Vancouver. Lots of huge, old trees.

[She smiles sharply, rubbing at her temple.]

Trust me, if I get outta this place, I'm staying as far the fuck away from Canada as I can get. Who knows, maybe I'll give LA a shot. Not like I've got anywhere else to be.

[As homesick as she feels for Chicago, it's still too weird to think about going back. She's spent too many years there, with Andy, and Kennedy too, and it's a big city, but there are still too many ghosts waiting for her around corners and down darkened alleys.]

Edited 2016-01-03 18:57 (UTC)

Staying out of Canada sounds like a plan, actually.

[He'll probably do the same for the foreseeable forever; his only reasons to return to the country are pretty gone now, after all.]

You should; at least LA is warm like, all the time. I'm pretty over snow at this point.

[Nick laughs weakly.]

Yeah ... I always feel like winter in Chicago's never gonna end, but it always does, eventually. It just takes forever, and it feels even longer when you're right in the middle of it, y'know? This kinda feels the same.

[Except maybe this winter really will last forever - or until they all die, it's more or less the same thing.]

I think it's the waiting for it that makes it feel like it takes so long, or something like that.

[He knows that the night on the mountain had definitely been the longest night of his life; it's hard to believe everything happened in only ten hours. Coming straight from it to this place, and even more now that it's snowing here too, just makes it feel like it's all been one long event.]

Yeah ... like when it's busy at work, the time goes by pretty quickly. But when it's slow, it just drags on forever. All that waiting. You'd think these assholes could at least give us a book to read or something.

[That's what she did, when work was slow - read, or sometimes write in the journal she kept in her purse, things she never let anyone read.]

Though I guess that would spoil their fun of watching us suffer.

If one of those guys was called Boredom I'd think it was on purpose, but they might just like... Not even realize. Though that's probably a good thing.

[Because if Fear figures out they're bored, he'll might decide to entertain them with monsters or something.]

They're both assholes anyway. I don't care which one actually brought us all here - if they won't send us back, they both suck in my book.

[Because Nick is totally rational like that, yep.]

I wonder if they even know how to do it? Like, are they being assholes on purpose or are they just really incompetent?

[He's not sure which would be better.]

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised by either. Maybe it's both - Fear's an asshole just fucking around with us, and the other one, Hope, is an idiot.

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