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[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

It's intriguing how different this is.

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[perrysimm.livejournal.com]

How different, what is, exactly?

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

Having my sanity in tact. [One nimble finger reaches up, gently prodding the blonde's forehead.]

[perrysimm.livejournal.com]

*Even though he knows he won't feel it, he still steps back a little as her finger passes through the holographic projection.*

Sanity's good....

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

Different?

feel free to ignore!

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

( An arch of a dark blond eyebrow. ) Not intriguing, more along the lines of predictable.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla barely bats an eyelash as she sits up high up on her throne styled chair, her pet demon close to her side.] Go on.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

Change is predictable. ( Pointedly looks at the demon. She grew up around demons, killed them, so she's hardly phased. Her heart rate is steady, palms are dry, and breathing is as peaceful as it would be if she were asleep. She's the huntress; never the prey. ) Just like time, people, and--other things. The only intriguing thing is that others find it so.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

You're wrong, child. There was no glimmer of hope for me until my lovely boy here saved me from my eternal suffering. That was an change even I could foresee.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

You got a pet. ( She never much cared for demons, having lived with them for so long, but at the woman's oddly weird optimistic, melodic voice it takes all she can not to roll her eyes. Instead, she just stares--blankly. ) I had a pet, once. It died.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

All of my pets used to die. Orphans, puppies, kittens, birds. [Smiles as she rakes her fingernails across the Lorophage demon's head.] But not this one.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

( ...Okay. ) That's mighty helpful of it.

[perrysimm.livejournal.com]

How different, what is, exactly?

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

Having my sanity in tact. [One nimble finger reaches up, gently prodding the blonde's forehead.]

[perrysimm.livejournal.com]

*Even though he knows he won't feel it, he still steps back a little as her finger passes through the holographic projection.*

Sanity's good....

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

Different?

feel free to ignore!

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

( An arch of a dark blond eyebrow. ) Not intriguing, more along the lines of predictable.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla barely bats an eyelash as she sits up high up on her throne styled chair, her pet demon close to her side.] Go on.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

Change is predictable. ( Pointedly looks at the demon. She grew up around demons, killed them, so she's hardly phased. Her heart rate is steady, palms are dry, and breathing is as peaceful as it would be if she were asleep. She's the huntress; never the prey. ) Just like time, people, and--other things. The only intriguing thing is that others find it so.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

You're wrong, child. There was no glimmer of hope for me until my lovely boy here saved me from my eternal suffering. That was an change even I could foresee.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

You got a pet. ( She never much cared for demons, having lived with them for so long, but at the woman's oddly weird optimistic, melodic voice it takes all she can not to roll her eyes. Instead, she just stares--blankly. ) I had a pet, once. It died.

[psychosisvamp.livejournal.com]

All of my pets used to die. Orphans, puppies, kittens, birds. [Smiles as she rakes her fingernails across the Lorophage demon's head.] But not this one.

[socialpaths.livejournal.com]

( ...Okay. ) That's mighty helpful of it.