006 [Visual] No Torches & Pitchforks.

[valaunbound]

Vala knows she has to say something regarding recent events, but apologies aren't quite sitting right with her. If she apologises for Qetesh's actions, then she's accepting the responsibility for them aswell, and as she's struggling with the guilt enough as it is. She stares at the closed tablet for a while, contemplating how or even what to say, if anything at all. When she switches the tablet to visual mode, she's clearly masking any emotion and delivering the abortion of an apology/explanation with as much detachment and denial as she can manage. It ends up coming across as cold and defensive.

"Just to make it quite clear, that delightfully pleasant evil bitch that many of you had the pleasure of a few days ago, wasn't me. So if you were thinking of attempting any kind of revenge for her actions, I'm not the woman you're looking for. Thank you...

Uh... over and out."

Comments

[valaunbound]

...? [What? What the hell?] I'm going to say that's proobably a good thing.

[It's really true what they say, they do grow up too fast these days! Either that, or she's hearing voices - after what's happened recently, it's more likely the latter, she considers worriedly.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Oh, right. Dean's six.]

... Uh, this is Dean, by the way. [Belatedly.] I, uh. Turned six. Dunno how.

[valaunbound]

You're serious? [sometime moods can be lifted VERY quickly, Vala's a little bit crazy at the best of times, so it's not that big a stretch for her suddenly to be laughing at the revelation. Which she is... until it sends a shot of unbearable pain through the great big stitched up hole in her shoulder... and she cries out in pain!]

Well that's the revenge part sorted on your side of things. [she manages once the pain subsides - she might have split the stitches there.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm-- [ Dean starts in irritation. Except, oop, that cry sounded painful. Dean pauses.]

Y'alright? [He sounds sort of grudging.]

[valaunbound]

Yes, completely. [she shifts stiffly her voice straining, trying to get her shoulder comfortable, unsuccessfully.]

If you need me to get anything off a high shelf, just yell. [yes she is smirking, thank Taxon for voice only transmissions - except you can hear it in her voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut up. [Dean grumbles.] You're just like the rest of 'em. Here I am, being a nice guy and not blaming you for anything, and you're makin' fun of me? I see how it is.

[valaunbound]

You're right. [more subdued as a guilt pang hits, which triggers the whole guilt of Qetesh again, and she'd distracted herself from it for a while. Vala is NOT good with this whole deal with your emotions thing, and she seems to be rollercoastering between extremes at the moment - yay for being slightly unhinged?] I'll shut up then.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Man, Dean was joking. Though he's usually not too big on backtracking and apologizing, he figures if he were in her position, he'd be feeling the same way. So, with a sigh, he speaks up.]

Hey. Listen. I get it, I do. You weren't you, you were some freaky-deaky alien. Trust me, I know how much it sucks to be possessed. Don't worry 'bout it, alright?

I'm fine, anyway. I got somebody to heal me.

[valaunbound]

Right, 'course you know. Yes, entirely not my fault.

[Vala's having difficulty responding to all this understanding, it's too foreign to her. She's only just started getting used to Daniel and the rest of SG-1 actually caring - and then she got plonked here at Taxon and almost complete strangers are willing to give her a break, it would seem. Even ones who she's injured and are now dealing with being transformed into a child.]

That's good then, I'm pleased someone healed you. [it was said awkwardly, and then a pause] You've been possessed?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Dean can hate like nobody's business, but he understands when it comes to things like this. There's a weird set of exception rules in his mind, and this falls under it.]

Not me, but my brother's been possessed. [Dean says casually.] Demon got him, and he almost killed me. It's also what I do for a living, saving people from being possessed. So yeah. I know what it's like.

[valaunbound]

Your brother's here, isn't he? [Vala asks after mulling that over, an unseen quizzical eyebrow raised at her thought process]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah, why? [Dean asks suspiciously.]

[valaunbound]

Just curious. [he might have his 30yr old brain, but chucking the idea of it re-occurring at a six year old, feels wrong]

So you're knowledgeable regarding these demons, then?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Uh huh. [Dean says skeptically.]

Yeah, I am. Grew up hunting and killing the bastards, so I've got a enough knowledge to make me dangerous. [Which sounds hilarious in his squeaky voice.]