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IC contact post/voice mail - ADSTRING

Hey, you've reached Hanna Cross, paranormal investigator extraordinaire!

Leave a message and I will totally get back to you as soon as humanly possible. Which will be soon. Ish. Awesome, thanks!

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You should always make sure it's not you.

[she says that instinctively, without thinking-- but of course, the situation isn't that cut and dry for someone like Hanna; someone who only wants to save people]

... I mean.

If he's going after you, he's opening up the possibility of you going after him. It's not like it was out of nowhere. I like the guy, but he sure as hell wasn't innocent.

What do you think you lost? Like... innocence, or whatever?

Easy enough to say and not do, Vriska.

[The only reason why he's still standing today is because he wanted to prevent what happened to him, happening to other people.]

He likes to blame other people for his animosity. It's a joke. [But when she asks that last question, he shakes his head, swallowing and trying not to get upset by it, because she can't understand, and that's hard, because he knows that she wants to, and he wants her to as well.] My humanity...

I know.

[but oh man, the way he says those last words is heartbreaking]

[wrapping both her arms around him, she pulls him close and tries to maintain eye contact]

I don't know a ton about humans, but from what I do know... you being all worried and guilty is a good sign. If you'd really lost your humanity and become violent and hard like a troll, you wouldn't feel bad at all. But you do. You still have it, Hanna.

I...guess.

[He lets her hug him, kind of just standing there and recieving it because that admission was draining and he just wants to be held for a moment.]

I don't understand how people can do that...and not lose so much of themselves. It's hard....and it hurts.

You still seem like you. You're Hanna; there's no way you've lost that.

I hope so. [He'll lift his arms finally, pulling her close, and sighs again.]

I just have to figure that out myself first. See that I really am me, and it'll be good again.

[she rubs his back]

Between you and me? You haven't changed at all. You're still everything I love about you.

That's sweet Vriska, but...that's not exactly what I mean. It's more of just a thing I can do by myself.

Do you think you can do it?

It'll take some time, yeah... but I think I got it.

Good.

Want me to talk about something now? To give you a break.

If you'd like...I think I'm done with the sharing part though.

Okay... um.

If you see small burns on me sometimes, don't freak out. Zell has these fire powers and sometimes they get a little bit out of control. Just a little.

[Hanna kind of blinks before he snorts and laugh.] I think we have a thing for fire users.

Yeah, I know, right? ... Thanks for not freaking out.

You're welcome. Just, be careful okay?

I'm sure you'd both feel bad if he accidentally hurt you.

Don't worry, these aren't that bad. I asked Urahara for some burn cream, though, and he was a total pain about it. He forced me to tell him where they were from and everything!

Hey, don't worry about it. That guy, he's like...a father figure type from what I can tell. He wants to know the whole truth, I think, because then he can help you better when he does.

Yeah, but Zell's powers mostly get out of control like that when we're making out and stuff, and so Urahara teased me about that and it was really embarrassing.

That's how old men get their kicks, Vriska. Don't worry about it.

Grooooooooss. Gross and creepy!

[Sorry Vriska, he's laughing too hard, don't mind him.]

[she tickles his arm in retaliation, in memory of their old ridiculous ticklefights; she won't do more than that, though, in case he's still feeling sore from surgery]

[Mean, Vriska.

He's just, going to laugh until he cries, squirming and leaning against her by the time he can't really breathe any more.]

[she finally stops, bringing both her arms around him and squeezing (but not too hard)]

Tickled to death, and now captured.

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