psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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krista,
tekhetsio

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After getting her neck torn to shreds, being drained of more blood than she'd like, and being impossibly embarrassed to boot, Krista's left in a state of barely-contained emotional distress and a general, all-purpose, weak-at-the-knees sort of situation. She managed to stabilize against the blood loss with one of her spells, but she's still exhausted and wobbly and kind of just feels like finding a place to curl up and cry.

Normally, she'd have Anton around for this. Maybe she'd even go to Alysia or Gretchen. There was always someone around for girl talk (Anton counting because he was always more like a girl than a boy anyway), but here? She doesn't really like anyone except some strangers and... well...

She stops by Tek's door, and then just kind of... doesn't... go anywhere else. She stares up at the nameplate for a while. She squints, because she's getting kind of dizzy again. She wonders if she secretly has a concussion, or, like, some kind of minor head trauma. That'd be just her luck.

She raises a hand to, weakly, knock on the door (since she can't call out very well).

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He assumes it's Robin, because he's not even close to paying attention. He's reading, but he's at his desk because he's actually concentrating on what he's doing. Taking notes and everything. He'd run across a book from his world in the library, an old about one of the languages he's only barely conversational in, so... he's brushing up on his Griffin dialects.

It's something to pass the time.

So, there's just a halfhearted mumble and then a slightly louder "Come in." Hopefully she can hear it. If not, the door is unlocked.

Even while traumatized and sick, she has much better manners than Robin... So she does open the door, but only pokes her head in enough to get a look around the room.

And... it's somehow a lot fancier than she'd imagined. And she'd imagined at least moderately fancy, given Tek's... um... personality, and the whole dragon thing to boot.

"Wow..." She tries to see where Tek is, and hones in on his death aura pretty quickly. "Your room's really nice."

"Oh."

Ha, he almost seems offended when he looks over from his desk and sees her there. It's obvious that he'd been expecting someone else.

But, she's already halfway in, so... he sighs and stretches a little, taking his time in standing and making his way over.

"Can I help you?" asked before he reaches the door. Maybe it will be a quick matter, a question or something, that he can take care of by the time he reaches it.

"Oh, I--"

She sidesteps her way into the room before he can shut the door on her. It's easy. She's thin. To be fair, she probably could have found a horrible way to squeeze herself under the door even if he closed it, but she'd rather it not get to that point.

"I was just... wondering if I could, um... ask you something...?"

She sounds... tired. Which is odd, for her. She also seems nervous, awkward, and looks down as soon as she's said what she does. She's fidgety, shifting her feet a little.

His mind visibly changes once he gets close. His steps slow and the annoyance over her entering kind of fades. From lightly irked to hesitantly curious. And he hangs back a bit, as if whatever is going on with her might be contagious.

"...What is it?"

He glances to the door and back. But, no... he really can't guess what this could be about. None of his current guesses seem to fit.

She thinks about trying to explain this whole thing to Tek. Smart, arrogant, probably-going-to-snark-at-her Tek. And she feels extremely hesitant about it. Really, she should just leave and cry in a corner as originally planned.

But she makes the mistake of thinking about Kett, and how... she was at least... nicer, if only because it fit the conversation at the time... and how Krista would much rather talk to her right now, and... She manages a light blush, even with all that blood missing.

"Can you... change into Kett, for a minute?"

Well... that is pretty much the last thing he expected to hear. And surprising him, making him curious, is a pretty good way to get him to go along with something without throwing up a million questions and roadblocks first.

So, after a slightly bewildered tilt of his head... he obliges.

Losing a little bit of height, clothes and hair and curves all changing, he switching faces.

And she will then start in with the questions, though there's not quite as much smugness in her voice as there would have been if the girl hadn't seemed so... wrong.

"Why?"

Oh.

Yes, that seems much better.

What she means to do is give her a stupid hug to make herself feel better, because hugs make everything feel better. But with her general, overall lack of strength right now, she ends up more collapsing onto Kett than anything.

Wheezed out like it's the worst thing in the world: "My life doesn't make any sense."

Oh.

She automatically recoils, but it's not as jarring of a motion as it could have been. Halfway caught between shrugging the girl away from her, and... catching her before something more dramatic happens. Not quite committing to a hug, but not shoving distance between them either.

"I don't know if it's supposed to."

Because, at first, she's thinking that this is the result of some teenage disaster--goodness knows why she'd come to her for comfort--but that thought turns around almost as quickly as she arrives at it. The actual evidence behind the unsettled feeling is beginning to make itself clear. She smells blood; the girl doesn't feel right.

Not that she's concerned for her or anything, but... she should probably find out...

"...What happened?"

She groans. Maybe a little dramatically. But she feels like it's dramatic. She tries really hard not to start sniffling, or anything pathetic like that.

"Augh, I got attacked by that crazy vampire..." At least Krista's very light to hold up, even with her draping. "And now I'm all fucked up."

Oops, there it is. The sniff. Hiding her face against Kett's shoulder, because she's already embarrassed enough.

"A-And I don't know what... her problem is... but I just kind of really got freaked out and I... couldn't think of anything else to do but hide in here for a second so I'm really sorry."

Oh, damn it. And she came here with this? Kett's just going to quietly kick herself for a minute while she decides what to do, and decides how mad she is about it, because if this girl is under some sort of impression that she is in any way maternal...

...Ugh, and there's the sniffle.

Automatically, she glances around the room, as if checking to make sure that no one else is mysteriously around. And then she lets her head fall back for a moment in resignation, taking a moment to shut her eyes and breathe, sigh... before stretching to reach out with one arm to nudge the door shut.

"Come on," herding her over so they can have a seat on the edge of the bed. She needs to sit down to deal with this.

"No, it's okay--" She tries to pick herself back up, though she just ends up wobbling around and leaning on Kett again. Standing up is hard. She more or less gives up and makes it to the bed, if only because she's going to end up on the floor if she doesn't sit.

There's another sigh as she settles them down on the edge of the bed, but it's less heartfelt now. She's got to resign herself to this in stages. The girl's obviously not going anywhere without some kind of extra effort, and she doesn't have the energy for that either. Though, it's not like she wants to alienate the poor thing anyway, so... she'll be nice.

She even leaves her arm looped around the girl's shoulders as they sit.

"Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm like... missing half my blood or something."

She tries not to lean on Kett too much, but she's so pretty and comfortable... much better than Tek would have been. Maybe it's stupid, but she feels much more comfortable here. She rubs the side of her neck--still very sore, even if it's not a gaping wound anymore.

"Or... less than that, since I think I'd be dead if literally half my blood was missing...? There was a big hole in my neck, but it's fixed now. I think."

She quietly leans her head back on her shoulder. She smells nice.

"And I got hit in the head pretty hard, so you can blame whatever on that, too."

Well... that would explain the smell and the way that she seems somehow even more pale than usual.

Kett frowns to herself and sets a hand on the girl's hair, petting a little. Comforting maybe, but it's mostly a way to fidget while she thinks.

"You were attacked in the tower?"

"Yeah..." She nods, weakly, "But I think she was just mad at me for being creepy at her or something. I don't really know."

She rubs her neck more, but eventually stops doing that because she has to cover her face instead and speak, muffled, through her fingers.

"It's so embarrassing, oh my fucking god."

'Embarrassing' is an interesting word to pick, she thinks. She could see the whole thing maybe being a little embarrassing, and it sounds probably more horrifying than anything, but... who is she to judge someone's vanity?

Lowering her voice a little, into the lightly-teasing range, she gives the girl's shoulder a small squeeze.

"...Were you eating dead leaves again?"

"Huh? Oh--" For a second she thinks she's talking about the embarrassing part; she gets that tinge of pink in her face again while she realizes she's probably talking more about the creepy. Which she is happy to focus on instead, bringing her hands back down to fidget.

"No, no, nothing like that. I just said something she didn't like a couple of days back, and she went all... crazy about it."

"It was a joke." Yeah, looks like this is going to be a running theme, then. ...Oh well, she tried.

"If you're going to go around doing upsetting things, you should be able to defend yourself." --Because, she still thinks this must be where the embarrassment comes in. Krista seems like the type to pride herself in being self-sufficient. Kett had sure been under the impression that she could take care of herself, after all.

She'd like to snap at Kett and tell her that her jokes must not be any good, but she just doesn't have the energy. Besides, she's walked in and kidnapped her shoulder and all... So she sucks down her embarrasment, even though the rest of the situation just ends with her wallowing in it more.

"I can, I just... She does something that makes it really hard to, you know, set her on fire, or whatever. She would have died if she wasn't dead already."

That gets her groaning into her hands again, "Ugh, she's such a bitch."

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"What kind of something?"

Yeah, she has to ask now, especially since it's sounding like this thing is undead.

As much as necromancers and the undead are things that she's learned just to try and avoid, knowing what's out there and learning what they can do seems like a smart thing to do. And she can't think of any undead ability that she knows of that would match what the girl is describing.

"Oh... she just, uh..."

Krita's just going to bury her face, completely, in her hands this time. She doesn't want to look up and see Kett's expression when (and if) she manages to tell her. Maybe coming in here was really a bad idea after all.

"S-Something about her bite makes it, uh... feel really good?" She shakes her head, that last bit barely audible, not looking not looking not looking. "It's stupid..."

A bite that feels good?

Oh, someone is all ears now.

She even shifts a little, turning to try and sneak a better look at Krista's face. She doesn't want to disturb her, certainly doesn't want her to retreat back into her shell... but the curiosity is getting pretty bad now.

"...Oh?"

She's got tears in her eyes again, but this time it's less from crying about it and more from a combination of general trauma and complete embarrassment. Leaking, perhaps, is the accurate way to describe it.

Her face is getting sooooo red, even behind her hands. She's trying very hard to hide against Kett's shoulder, since that's really the only place she can hide.

"Don't say 'oh'! It's really creepy, okay?"

Like that is really going to get her to back off. All these pieces are only making something already interesting that much more shiny to her. She'll at least pretend to ease up, however. Got to go at this from a careful angle.

She goes back to petting the girl's hair--fingers light, less fidgeting.

"I'm just trying to understand what happened."

Ugh, it's terrible. She really likes having her hair petted like that. An unfortunate contrast, considering how much Kett's probing is somehow the opposite of what she wanted. But what had she been expecting, that she'd just walk in, say 'Hello, I was attacked by a vampire and would like to collapse into a miserable pile for a while', and then not have to explain anything?

But she refuses to lose this battle completely. After a moment of sniffling, she pushes herself up off of Kett's shoulder and uses her sleeve to rub away at her eyes. It's probably a good thing that her makeup is stylistically messy to start with, seeing as it's a proper mess now.

"I... I've really got no right to ask, but do you think... I could, like, just... hide in your room until the sun is up?"

She sinks down a little, hunching over on herself. "I can... tell you what happened, I just..."

She tries to keep the mental debate brief. Normally, this is not something she would readily agree to--for several reasons--but she recognizes all the ways in which this is a special case. ...She just needs to decide if this is the kind of special case that she wants to investigate or avoid.

A couple ground rules are key, here.

"As long as this doesn't become a habit..." No uninvited sleepovers, no surprise visits, no letting herself in when no one is around... "You can stay."

The promise of finding out more about this incident is the price of admission.

"It won't, I promise!"

She perks up again, happier already. Maybe a little too happy. She might have been playing the weepy look for all it was worth, a second ago--or maybe she's just really relieved she doesn't have to go back out there for a while. It's embarrassing, but she'll take the sacrifice.

"I just don't want to have to deal... if she's still out there. I feel like passing out enough as it is."

Well, if she's going to have to deal with this girl and her problems for the rest of the night, she's at least going to get comfortable. As soon as Krista straightens up off her shoulder a little, she's moving.

Just shifting a little, scooting back on the bed enough to draw up her legs and settle amongst the pillows.

"And then what? You'll be fine on your own after tonight?"

She sniffles a little and wipes the last of the tears from her eyes. Maybe now that she isn't freaking out about being out there, she'll stop crying.

"Yeah. I won't let her do that again."

Krista draws her thin legs up onto the bed too, dragging her knees up to her chest.

"Next time I'll just kill her."

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