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video > post-return

[amethysts]

Hey!

[Libby has her feed set up just so, after a few test videos. This has to be just right. She's on the ship, but unbloodied, unmarked--this is the 25th and nothing has happened yet. She's not wearing make-up and her piercings are out, hair arranged so the blue streak is hidden.]

So, you probably noticed I didn't come back on the shuttle.

[(She forgot to delete this. More important things came up. She forgot and her computer didn't.)

She draws her legs up on her bed and sits lotus-style, smiling brightly:] Yeah, that was on purpose. See, I figure--wicked hard for Loki to control me if I'm not on the fucking ship, right? You're off the hook. He has fuck all on you guys now, and fuck all on me.

Look, I-- [she hesitates] --if you miss me, I'm sorry. I'm wicked sorry. But--'kay, the thing is--I wasn't going to last long anyway. Not all the way to the end, if there even is an end. I got--it's a neurodegenerative disease. Terminal. I'm going to get sick and I'm going to die.

And that's okay. And this is better, yeah? You don't have to deal. I die here, and it's okay.

But I don't--that's not the point of this.

My name wasn't always Libby. Sort of obvious, but whatev. It used to be Wren. And--

[She glances down, biting her lip.]

I used to have a sister.

Well--I was her clone, technically, but same diff, yeah? Her name--her name was Larkspur. And she was amazing. Fuck, you'd have loved her. Everybody would have loved her. She was sweet and funny and amazing and just--

I really loved her. And since I'm going to die I want--I want someone to remember her. If you want to know what she looked like--well, just look at me. [She gestures at her naked face.] See--'kay. I haven't talked about this. But she died when she was sixteen and it--wasn't an accident.

Our owner, he had this thing. About not wanting us to get old. [Again, she looks away, tugging her sleeves over her hands.] I mean--you can guess why, I don't have to say it. Fucking pedophile fucker. That's why I'm sick. It's in my DNA. I'm not supposed to get old. So Larkspur got sick. And he killed her. No--no, he had her put down. Like a fucking dog. Like my sister was a fucking--like she was nothing.

[Libby scrubs at her face. She's not crying.]

And I want somebody to remember that she wasn't, 'kay? I want somebody to remember that my sister was amazing and I loved her and she didn't deserve that. She wasn't nothing. I'm not--

[Her voice cracks.]

That I wasn't nothing either. And I trust you, Jesse. I do. It's probably stupid, I barely even know you, but--I don't have anybody else. That I trust. And you're a good guy. So remember us, okay? That we weren't nothing. That Larkspur was the best person I ever knew and that I was this mouthy little bitch who really--really liked you.

I guess that's it. I don't know. You do whatev you want with my stuff. I'm leaving you my computer. It's got a bunch of old cartoons on it and whatev, a couple of games. Have fun with it, 'kay?

Bye.

[She leans forward and cuts the feed.]

voice > night of the return

[amethysts]

Hey--hey, 'sup.

[Someone is drunk.]

How you doing? Need anything? Call me back when you get this!

voice > half an hour later

[amethysts]

Jeeeesse.

Jesse, buddy.

Come on, pick up the fucking phone, asshole. Where the fuck are you?

text > two hours later, approximately three a.m.

[amethysts]

So there's this guy named Raven.

He used to be a supervillain. A master thief, and all, and a drug dealer. But he reformed, 'cause he's wicked awesome, and started fighting crime. Putting down the bad guys, saving people, the works. Because like narration says, he's wicked awesome.

And he has this partner, a science experiment. Like Frankenstein's monster. This fucked up little hooker who wants to do good too. Mockingbird.

Does that sound like a good intro to you? I'm writing a story.

voice > five a.m.

[amethysts]

I'm sorry.

[Libby is sobbing.]

I'm so, so fucking sorry--are you mad at me? Because--I get it, I get it, I didn't save you fast enough, I didn't--fuck, Jesse, I am sorry, I'm sorry for everything, I--

I hurt them for you. That was for you. 'Cause they fucked you up and they--I need you to come back, okay? I need you to get better, I miss you so--so much, I don't have anybody to talk to about what I--about what happened, just--please, please, please don't be gone. Don't be gone. Fuck, please. I'm so sorry. I am so fucking sorry, Jesse. Come back. Please come back. Don't leave me. I'll do anything you want if you don't leave me.

[hostage]

[There's a video reply a couple hours later, but it's recording nothing but a black, silent room. He forgot what he wanted to say. Eventually the feed times out.]

voice

[amethysts]

Please say something. Just--one word. Fucking please.

[hostage]

[She wants one word? He'll give her one word. It's very quiet, however.]



Libby.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[Ring, ring.]

[hostage]

What.

[jurisimpudent]

Mr. Pinkman. This is Miles Edgeworth.

[hostage]

Yeah.

[text]

[doggedly]

you're jesse, right?

[text]

[hostage]

Yeah

[text]

[doggedly]

you can [how to put this...] fix werewolves. or take away the werewolf bit.


that's meant to be true?

[text]

[hostage]

Maybe

» object

[thenormalsquint]

[Left outside Jesse's door are two chocolate covered cherries wrapped in a baggie with a note:

Just checking in on my new favorite guy on the ship. Call me sometime. - Angela ♥]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

[Ring ring.]

[hostage]

Yo.

[jurisimpudent]

Ah - Pinkman?

[hostage]

Yeah?

SURPRISE PHONE CALL

[herosfather]

[casually leaving a voicemail]

Hey, this is Stilinski from Security. I'm looking for someone to run some tests on a substance I've found and I heard you were a chemist. If you could get back to me when you've got time, that'd be great. Thanks.

[hostage]

[Calling back not too much later.]

Yo. Yeah, I'm the chemist. What kinda substance are we talking about here?

[herosfather]

It's a black powder, just a small bottle of it.

[hostage]

Where'd you find it?