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The Deck -- Late Saturday Morning

If you listened to radio, there were apparently certain... rumors going around that one Emma Grace Frost was 'Difficult.'

Which in no way, shape, or form, had influenced herself to throw on a white bikini and go lay out on the deck today. While diamond. Far be it from Emma to be that spiteful.

She was simply trying to relax enough to change back. Really. Seeing how many rainbows she could cause or freaking out her fellow classmates was simply a side-bonus.

[OOC: Open deck, open post! I'm at woooooooork and should be amused.]

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Sookie digested that, frowning. And...okay, it was totally fair. << Yeah, okay, >> she said cautiously. << But there's a difference between accessing my telepathy when I shouldn't, and him insisting that because he has training he can handle a bomb. >> Sookie bit her lower lip, warring with herself as to whether or not to mention the Jean thing. Because on the one hand, it really solidified Bobby's point, but she still thought it was sort of a low blow, too. And yet at the same time, wasn't that her point, too?

Sookie was sort of coming around to the idea that they'd essentially both been making the same argument. Maybe.

Edited 2010-08-15 05:13 (UTC)

*Do you really think it would have made a difference to Bobby is he was forced to watch you lost in the Twisted Kingdom, unable to find your way back?* Karla asked. She wasn't demanding, wasn't pushing...just prodding. Steady prodding, trying to make Sookie think, rather than react. *Or are you really not aware of just how close you were when you came back. Darling, you were hanging onto your sanity by your fingernails. Any longer there and you would have just...shut down. Turned in on yourself. I'm a Black Widow, honey. I know.*

<< I thought I had it under control, >> was her response after a long moment of thinking, quietly. << More than I did, anyway. The alternative was to walk through Rapture blind. I wasn't trying to...show off or anything. >>

*I highly doubt Bobby was trying to show off with the bomb, either,* Karla pointed out. *Both of you are willing to sacrifice yourselves to save the other. That doesn't sound like a reason to break up to me--it shows me how much you care about one another.*

She went quiet for a moment, humbled. No matter how much she cared for her friends here, Karla wouldn't be able to say she'd do the same.

*But you do have to decide how much of that you're willing to stand. Bobby's involved with something, right? Something that puts him in danger on a fairly regular basis. Do you care for him enough to let him do that? Because if you can't...it's too much who he is, I think, for him to ever truly let it go.*

Sookie bit her lower lip. << It's terrifying, >> she said after a moment. She wasn't going to explain what it was that Bobby was involved in -- even if Karla knew about his powers, she doubted she knew about the whole X-Men thing, necessarily. << But I can't make it an ultimatum. It's unfair. And honestly, I have no real room to talk about him putting himself in danger, considering the two trips you've taken to Bon Temps. But I'm allowed to worry. If we -- I mean, if we manage to...fix it, or whatever, and he even wants me around to care about him, I get to worry. I can't turn that off. >>

Edited 2010-08-15 06:07 (UTC)

*Of course you get to worry!* Karla said. *That's not even a question! And he's got to listen to your concerns and not pretend that they don't mean anything because he's got some magical training or whatever.*

<< But I'll listen to him, too, >> she added grudgingly.

*That's what's important,* Karla sent, sympathetically. *Or, at least, so I've heard. Listening from both of you.* She leaned over for another hug. *Don't worry, Sookie. It'll all work out. You'll see.*

<< Maybe, >> Sookie replied, leaning into the hug a bit. << He wasn't very nice. He brought up how his Jean died by overextending her telepathy. Which I think isn't being fair. >>

*That's not fair at all!* Karla agreed, deciding her trip to Bobby's room was going to involve a little shaking if he really was as healthy as Sookie had said. *That's not something you throw in someone's face to win an argument.*

Sookie shook her head, sighing a little. << It's all so...messy. I mean, the week was awful to start, too. How're you holding up, sweetie? >>

Karla sighed, resting her head on Sookie's shoulder for a minute. *I'm...dealing? I'm a little glad Hinata let me take care of Warren. He gives me something to focus on that isn't...that. Nightmares, but that's to be expected. Fight with Tim, but I guess that was probably to be expected, too. He doesn't approve of killing.*

Well. That got Sookie's attention. Not that Karla hadn't had it to begin with. << Well, I don't really love it, but I'm pretty sure we didn't have other options, >> she said dubiously.

*That's what I said,* Karla sniffed. *He wasn't there, he doesn't get to pass judgment. But, supposedly, we should have handed her over to someone able to take care of her or something. I don't know. Whatever. I don't regret it.*

Haughty disdain to cover up a fair bit of troubled feelings, to be sure.

Yeah, Sookie had sort of caught that that was what she was up to, too. But that was her MO often enough, too. << But there wasn't anyone to hand her over to! The sheriff and his deputy were both there. And Eric's about as much of a supernatural authority I know at home. Plus, it took three of us to work on her before you even got ahold of her, just to get her under control. >>

*Well, according to him, we should have found some other way,* Karla huffed. *Because supposedly, killing is never, ever an option. I'd sure love to know what kind of magical storybook world he's living in where he can believe that!*

<< She tried to kill you first, >> Sookie replied, getting a bit angry. << He wasn't there, he doesn't get to pass judgment. She was powerful enough to kill us all, plus any authority we might have given her to. >>

Karla felt childishly glad that Sookie was taking her side. *Still not a good enough reason. So I told him that next time, I'd let the maenad go and then just tape the newspaper clippings of all her subsequent victims to his door.*

<< There's a reason I asked you not to kill Rene, >> Sookie replied, shaking her head. << It's not like I really...condone killing. We subdued him without anyone -- well, anyone but me -- getting hurt. The maenad was going to kill all of us, starting with you. She needed to be stopped. For what it's worth, I think you did the right thing. What kind of authority does he think we have in Bon Temps? We don't even have our own police department! We have to share with the rest of the parish! >>

*I'm not pleased with the 'why' I killed her,* Karla sent. *I killed her out of fear and rage, not a desire to defend and protect and that was wrong. But I can't regret her death. She was a mad dog. You don't try to reason with a mad dog. You put it down before it has a chance to destroy something you care for.*

<< You didn't set out to kill her from the start of the mission. And if she had been controllable any other way, I might regret it more, >> Sookie admitted. << I don't ever want to have to take a life, myself, but if it's between me or someone I love, and someone who's hurting us, and there's no option C where we all live? The choice is easy. Don't regret it, Karla. I don't. >>

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