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[The world ended. Apparently. Vin isn't that sorry about it; it wasn't a very good world, and it never did much of anything for her.]

[This place is better. She has power enough here to protect those she cares about - although not from themselves, from their own inherent weakness. She is her own tool.]

[There is a lot of blood on her hands. She finds herself frustrated that, with the inefficacy of the death toll, she has less leeway to teach physical lessons. What the hunter said the other day is true: if the wardens kill everyone here, they won't have anything to do.]

[She walks the halls in silence of varying degrees. There's so little that she cares about these days, but in specific company she revitalizes Valette, the social mask she wore what seems like a hundred years ago, and seems a little bit happy for a little while. Admittedly she takes pleasure in the pain of others, or more accurately their ironic punishment, but it's sort of the same thing. Anything that reminds her of Elend is destroyed, as quickly and efficiently as possible.]

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[The equipment here doesn't last very long - at least not when the death toll doesn't work, because Vin feels compelled to take her anger out on things that can be repaired and don't need to be brought back. She spends a great deal of time beating the stitches out of punching bags. Anyone who looks at her sideways will feel her cold fingers on their emotions, pushing and pulling until they feel what she wants them to.]

[When she's sufficiently placated, she takes the punching bags over to Alpha and dumps them in front of him with a sullen look.]

You'll need to fix these.

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[The stars frighten her, a little bit. So she faces them, staring them down for hours at a time until her frustration builds to the extent that she has to take it out on someone. The pattern will be old hat for those who remember their time here: she watches for an hour, then paces for an hour. The third hour is when things get dangerous.]

[At the beginning of this cycle, she makes her way to Stark's side in silence, huffing her way through the smoke of Maledictions and leaning heavily against the rail in a way that entirely hides her natural grace.]

Your inmate wants to reason with you.

[Which is indescribably hilarious.]

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[There are things that, when said to Vin, start a reaction that can't be stopped. It's slow, certainly; she's never been a planner or a schemer but she does occasionally think, and her lack of purpose draws her response time out beyond that.]

[On Tuesday morning, she starts following Bea. She doesn't bother trying to hide her intentions. They should be clear, and after all, Bea asked for this.]

( ooc; vin is alpha's warden and also a lawnmower. she went with zane and became a murderhorror with abandonment issues. anyone who has ever betrayed her has been murdered or been at the other end of an attempted murder. she ranges between utterly flat affect and petulant childishness. she also is free with rioting & soothing. find her anywhere and everywhere, even if it's not mentioned in one of these sections! )

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Everything I do on the barge is pointless. Everything you do on the barge is pointless. The barge is pointless. It's just a giant attic, blah blah blah, we've been over this before.

[ He waves a hand, before he bends to pick up the bag. ]

Aren't you tired of this? Aren't you weary and hungry for something better than this?

We've been over that before, too.

Do you have any new sort of better that you'd like me to consider? Your last suggestions didn't move me.

No. I mean, I could suggest various meditations but I'm fairly sure you'll ignore them.

[ He carries the back over toward storage and office, ready to start working on the repairs. ]

I especially don't know how to get over not being the one you thought you were to someone. Or [ he glanced back, toothily grinning ] are you over the break up for the undead hottie? I promise you, I got denied for worse. Ballard wasn't much of a man.

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[This is, of course, a very stupid idea on Alpha's part. The rage is what bubbles up first. She smiles at his retreating back and follows him into the office.]

[Her instinct is to crush him like a bug. Instead, she points to his mouth.]

Open.

Going to take my tongue? I'll bleed out, die, and then what will you with no fresh meat?

[ But he opens, dutifully. ]

[It would be a lie to say she hadn't considered it; she wrinkles her nose to express as much. But it's the impotence of him that annoys her, his bark without bite. Take one away and the other might raise to balance out.]

[In truth, this is all haphazard. In truth, she wants desperately for him to join her, doesn't know how to bring it about, and is so often given to pulling the wings off flies just to see what it'll do.]

[There is a sharpened coin in her pocket. She pushes it through the tip of Alpha's tongue, just behind the teeth, so quickly and precisely that her actions might not even register to his eyes at first. Then she Pulls forward, yanking the coin back to her hand.]

[She watches his tongue split down the middle with utter impassivity.]

[ He knows. ]

[ He knows she wants someone on her side, someone who can see her perspective. Not to be alone anymore. And he knows if she won him, broke him, she'd have fifty men, not one, and that somehow that makes it even more valuable. ]

[ But no-- no, his eyes are rolling in the back of his head as his mouth fills with blood and sound rises up from his throat. He can't stop it, not with her working with his mouth, can't stop the pain from gaining voice. He trembles, writhes, and as soon as the coin is free, doubles over, blood spilling past his lip, over his palms as he gags, shudders, and gags again. ]

[It's not quite screaming, she thinks. It's something less/more. Something beautiful either way. Reen would like it; he always did like this sort of thing in the end, when he spoke in the back of her head, praising her for chaos, for pain.]

[She lets him fall.]

[Then she burns brass and duralumin and crushes the heart out of him. Everything he feels is flattened to nothing. Every single thing.]

[She leans down then and takes him by the shoulder, steadies him in his pain, making quiet shushing noises.]

[It's all right. He'll be all right.]

[She will protect him.]

[ Alpha folded in on himself, blood and saliva trailing from his mouth like festive red ribbons, swinging thickly as they hung down over his chin. He crushed his palms to his eyes, blocking out light and pain and everyting else as he curled, slowly, like a closing fern frond. ]

[ Down, down he went ot his knees, bent over himself, whining piteously. But she is there, and she snuffs him like a candleflame. Empties him out and cradles him. ]

[ And Alpha cannot protest. He cannot bring himself to do anything except lean in her arms and whimper, faintly. ]

Shh. I've got you.

[She cradles him in her arms, pulling him close. She loves him. He's her friend, her family. She'll protect him for always.]

[Just not from herself.]

It's all right. You can get up. I'll take you to the infirmary. You'll be fine.

[ Helpless, a Doll anew, Alpha did not resist. He went with her without complaint, blue eyes watering in pain, blood running down his face like a banner proclaiming his sin. ]

[ He would be good. He would obey. It was the easiest thing to do, with everything feeling so far away. ]

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