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She fires another warning shot at you and your blood boils, so you stick a sword out to see if you can deflect it back at her. You're going to take her out for good or die trying.

"Why don't you just shut up and come at me one hundred percent already, huh? Scared you'll lose?"

You're in no position to be taunting, but you don't have an out right now and you've gone into carpe diem mode. Seize the day, damn it, and seize it hard. If seizing the day means sassing your potential murdered then so be it, you will sass your potential murderer. It's borne mostly out of a lack of patience, whether it be with a fight or an inevitable death. You're a firm believer in the often forgotten practice of getting the fuck on with it already.

You've no time nor patience for this malarkey.

"I'm not moving, babe. It's fight or give up. And I don't give up."

Before you know what’s happened, before you can prepare yourself for the contingency of Aradia slowing time by speeding yourself up in relation to it, Aradia’s already escaped through the transportalizer, providing herself some modicum of safety.  The only way you would make it through to her is by following through the device: you’ve lost her trail now that she’s separated from Vriska.

Inconveniently, Vriska also seems dead set on defending the transportalizer with her life.  You don’t want to fight her, but she knows what she’s getting into here, to some extent.

You heave a sigh, your expression pained with the knowledge that another death will be on your conscience, because you can tell from the look in her eyes that she has a deathwish.

So you make yourself the same promise for her that you did for Aradia.  To make it as painless as possible.

Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying.  Vriska doesn’t have to die, she could still walk free now and not bring herself a certain death, and you feel it’s your responsibility to tell that to her one last time.  It’s a selfish request, though, since you only ask because of your own reluctance to carry another death, to feel guilty for bringing eternal expiry to yet another soul who didn’t deserve it, and in this case, didn’t even need it.

“Walk away, Vriska.  I don’t want to hurt you.  I don’t want to kill you.  I just need to get to the other side.

You take a warning shot, the clockwork sparks tearing through the air at breakneck speeds.

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All you do when you pull away from her is mouth, "I'm sorry," and it's at that moment that you realize that's the last thing she's ever going to see you do. Because there is absolutely no way you can get out of this situation alive, and you know it. You've known it since she showed up pointing her fucking stupid little wand at Aradia, and you're okay with it.

More than okay.

You want this, you want death. Not even in a suicidal way--it just makes you feel like you've finally managed to do something worthwhile with yourself and your life.

You saved Aradia.

You're a hero.

And that's enough to put a smile on your face as you stand in front of the transportalizer, swords gripped tight and an unbreakable resolve to keep this crazy fucking chick away from your friends, away from everyone who ever cared about you. It's the least you can do for them, and maybe it'll make up for everything you've ever done wrong.

So you set yourself into a fighting stance and grin even wider at her.

"Bring it the fuck on, bitch."

“You hated your alternates.” 

This is an irrelevant fact. It doesn’t address most of her speech, it doesn’t address the fact that she just deflected a fucking bolt of deathly energy from  your chest, never mind how she managed to get around you in time, and it doesn’t address Handjade come to murder you. You may as well have commented on the fact that the ceiling is raining particles on your head. 

“I can’t run. I can’t let two people I know die forever in as many days without at least trying to do a thing about it.” 

You can’t stand your ground either, so your mind focuses in the chaos on the only means of escape you can think of; the way you got in. The transportalizer. You do your best to slow time down throughout the room,   letting you traverse it quickly, keeping a death grip on Vriska’s arm all the while. 

You type in the first coordinates that come to mind, the ones you’ve used most often lately. Kanaya and Equius’ mansion. 

You need that luck now, you think, if you can just get the two of you out of here alive, and you can feel a warm glow engulf you, Lady Luck smiling down on you. You mean to push Vriska ahead of you, follow after her. Further plans don’t exist yet. You’re in survival mode. 

But she breaks away. But you trip. Your hand shoots out, an attempt to catch you — nevermind that you can fly — and it lands square on the pad. You instantly dematerialize and reappear in the quiet darkness of the mansion.

This was lucky?

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Fuuuuuuuuck no. Not on your watch.

With speed that surprises even you, you put yourself and a sword between Aradia and death. The blast from Jade's (????????) wand bounces off the metal and blows a hole in the penthouse roof, but you'd rather that than it be Aradia. "If you want her," you say, clear and low, narrowing your eyes behind your mask, "you go through me first."

It's stupid, and you know it's stupid to put yourself in harm's way like this, but you can't do nothing. You refuse to do nothing. And damn it, you're doomed anyway, might as well go out doing something heroic you can be remembered by.

Nobody is ever remembered for running away.

Nobody is ever remembered for what they didn't do.

Heroes are heroes for their sacrifices, and you've known that all your life, even if it's never meant much to you before now. "Get the hell outta here, Aradia, I mean it." You don't look at her, still staring down not-Jade. "You've got a life, you've got friends, you've got a fuckin' chance. I ain't got nothing for me but obliteration. In case you haven't noticed, I fail at even being an alternate of myself. Rogue, can you believe it?"

You laugh once, humorlessly.

"Doomed from the goddamn start. So at least give me this much. I might not be a good person, but that sure as fuck don't mean I can't be a hero."

You’re on your feet too. You don’t remember getting up, but it’s a clear and conscious choice to put yourself between the spidertroll and the invader. Not that it happens to make much of a difference when one’s weapon is the kind of pure energy Jade has access to, but it makes your position clear. 

“Vriska. Down girl. She’s not after you. Get out of here while you can.”

Protecting you is enough to count as a heroic death. You’re glad, you said, that those close to you back home wouldn’t be dragged into this, and you won’t won’t allow Vriska to be either. She didn’t know Dave terribly well and if she leaves now she might be okay. You won’t have another death weighing on your conscience, you refuse.

You can figure a way out of this somehow, can’t you?

You turn back to Jade. 

“I understand,” you say quietly, and you do. You were a slave to time, to fate for long enough  yourself. You don’t blame her, and if anything, you pity her the burden she has to carry. It’s only enforced by the remorse written clear in her expression. 

And now you are stuck. You don’t even have a proper weapon.

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"Oh HELL no."

No, no, no, no, no. You did NOT go through everything you fucking did this past month just to try to be a good person for once in your life, only to have some bitch in a gaudy ass dress show up and try to waste one of your friends. In a split second, you're dolled up in your god tier garb, swords at the ready.

After a while to think, you finally reallocated your strife specibus a few weeks ago. Just in time, too.

"Look, babe," you sneer, spinning your swords in your hands from a heaven grip to an earth grip and back to heaven. A never-ending cycle. One heaven, one earth; swapped. "I don't know who the FUCK you think you are, but we're kind of in the middle of something here and I'd really appreciate it if you could kindly fuck the hell off and never come back."

You barely have time to absorb what Vriska’s saying. (How is that possible, that’s not how reality as you know it works, what kind of class can even give their element away anyway) before the handmaid has crashed your party. 

You don’t know precisely how she found you, and while you’re surprised by the suddenness with which she comes, you’ve been expecting her, somewhere in your mind. A conversation on tumblr, one where her words were hollow as they were before, hadn’t escaped your notice entirely. You knew it possible she’d come after you again. At least you aren’t near Sollux, Rose, or Cronus. 

A fleeting thought crosses your mind (perhaps i was doomed in the end after all) but you shake it off quickly. You intend to survive this, if at all possible.

You search Jade’s face. 

“Must you? What purpose does erasing me serve.”

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"I'm giving you luck, stupid."

> It's not said with any true vitriol, just a natural response to an admittedly kind of stupid question. Then again, Aradia has no idea what the hell happened while you were away from the internet, so it stands to reason that she probably assumes you're doing something sneaky.

"I don't have any use for it so I figured you might."

“Vriska, wh—” you begin, fully prepared to insist that she’s never done anything to you, that she quite literally has nothing to apologize over. 

> You’re also kind of confused as to why she’s holding your hand, but at least that mystery is cleared up as a strange sensation makes its way through you from the point of contact, sending shivers down your spine.

> You shake your head, trying to clear some of what can only be described as a glittery sensation from it. 

“What are you talking about? What are you doing?” you ask,distressed and ill at ease. Vriska is a thief of light, says your pan, is she apologizing as some sort of backwards ruse to steal your luck? But she seems so sincere.

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"I know."

> God, you'd love to repeat that all again just for the sake of it but you don't have the time to. Instead, you grab one of Aradia's hands and hold it between both of yours, finally looking her dead in the eyes.

> You've a secret, kept from everyone but those involved. Sometime during your extended break from Tumblr, you managed to ascend and become the fully realized Rogue of Light. Ain't it great being a doomed version of yourself that can't even do the classpect thing right? Unlike your thieving alternate selves, your job is more of the Robin Hood-esque character, and boy, do you plan on living up to that right now.

"But that was back when I was apologizing for the actions of my shitty ass alternates," you say plainly, tightening your hold on her hand just a bit. "The thing is, though, I haven't apologized for myself. And I know you ain't gonna take no verbal apology, so let me give you something.

"If you're ever in trouble, like the kind you know you can't get out of in one piece, just close your eyes and think about gettin' lucky. I promise, you'll get out of it and you'll be okay."

> Huh. You've never given someone luck before. It feels kind of tingly.

> Your expression twists from ‘utterly neutral and open to information’ to ‘confused and concerned’. First and foremost because a case of the heebie jeebies can mean serious things amongst sgrub players (and perhaps light or doom players especially) and secondly because: 

“You don’t have to apologize, Vriska. We did this already, remember? You apologized for,” 

> You wave your hand vaguely. 

“Everything that happened. I forgave you. That’s the end of it.”

> You accepted it, because it seemed sincere. As far as you’re concerned, she’s had a blank slate since then.

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> You bite down on your lip, thinking about how to put this.

"A bad feeling, mostly. Major case of the heebie jeebies. Felt like I had some shit to get off my chest about stuff in case something... happened."

> Your words are careful, specifically chosen to keep her from worrying too much. After all, how are you supposed to tell someone that you're afraid you're going to die soon? That you feel the impending doom for some reason or another and you don't know what to do?

> The least you can do is apologize for everything and hope it sticks.

"So I wanted to apologize, I guess," you add, twisting a lock of your hair (already shoulder-length again) between your fingers and staring pointedly about three inches to the left of Aradia's face. "For everything."

> You have no idea what this is about, but you like to think Vriska is your friend (at least in a very vague occasionally-she-logs-on-and-has-a-meltdown-while-you-try-to-be-there-without-commiting-pale-infidelity) and if she wants to talk to you in person it must be important.

“No problem,” you say, settling yourself in the indicated spot. 

“But what’s up?”

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> She's there within moments, which you're more than thankful for. You've had a bad feeling about something for about a week or so, but you've felt especially wary today.

> The solution?

> Assume the worst and try to make amends. There are plenty of people you know you need to apologize to but you feel like you should start with Aradia.

"Hey. Thanks for coming."

> You're sitting on the couch, and you acknowledge her with a wave and motion for her to sit next to you.

> Promise to yourself that you’ll convert the coordinates to text later, but Vriska sounds kind of urgent, so as soon as you’re done with Karkat you travel back to the moment she sent them, plug them in and materialize.

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hiatus????

i think i'm going to put ol' vris on a bit of a hi8tus because i'm having trouble mustering the muse lately

if you want to talk to me i'm usually on my karkat and my shiny new tavros

sorry guys :(

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how many followers do you need before you start getting messages for no reason

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I'm my own moirail.

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I don't understand why all my altern8s seem to have cats.

Man, fuck cats. Canines are where it's AT.

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Wow, dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

Little dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

8ig dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

Cute dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

Funny-looking dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

Dogs!!!!!!!! ｡◕‿◕｡

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Let's play "Who Pissed Whom Off With What!" The rules are simple: scroll your dash8oard until you see a constant stream of 8itching that all seems to 8e a8out the same thing, then figure out the source and decide who the contestants are. Next, keep your fucking mouth shut and don't say anything in the hopes that may8e the situ8ion will diffuse faster.

Congratul8ions, you just won the game!!!!!!!!

[Muffled fanfare in the distance.]

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vvoldemora replied to your post: vvoldemora replied to your post: ｡◕‿◕｡ I’m fairly...

out a awwe that youvve sunken this loww

It's four in the morning, I'm 8ored out of my fucking skull, and no one's talking to me. Which actually isn't that unusual, at least the last one isn't.

When you're this 8ored you Do Things.

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vvoldemora replied to your post: ｡◕‿◕｡ I’m fairly sure this counts as a clear cry...

thats fuckin sad

It got you to talk to me.

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｡◕‿◕｡ I'm fairly sure this counts as a clear cry for attention. ｡◕‿◕｡