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[victormakesart]

It feels good to suit up. It feels better to get going on doing something constructive.

She straps her mask on over her face-- the one with the gas mask adjustment inside, because she doesn't really know what to expect, and it's better to be safe.

Her pack is on and fueled, and her leg braces aren't on, even though they make her feel better. She doesn't want to risk looking weak in front of potential assailants.

The kids are asleep, all except the baby and Jude. (One is reading a Particle Physics book under his blanket like Vic doesn't know it, and one is fussing like a howler monkey but Cole mutters a sleepy "I got it I got it" as Vic gives him a kiss on the cheek. I'll let you decide which is which.)

She PINs to Lorne's.

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[slayers_desire]

"We are pleased to return to our duties." The Furies aren't going to come out and say anything about the favor.

[victormakesart]

"I want you to make Lorne better," she says, feeling a guilty tug at her stomach that she hasn't said anything about the girl, too.

[slayers_desire]

"We can't do that. You already had your favor provided."

[victormakesart]

"What? What was it?"

[slayers_desire]

"It will be revealed in time." The Furies smiled, proud of themselves.

[victormakesart]

"No. No, that wasn't the deal. Fix Lorne."

[slayers_desire]

"How rude... you don't want our favor, we will take it back. Imagine... telling us how to show our appreciation..." The Furies look offended.

[victormakesart]

She blinks back tears behind her mask, then unclips the mask entirely, face flushed, shoulders shaking. "I'm sorry. You didn't say... you said... please, I'll give you whatever you want. That's what I need. I need him to get better."

[slayers_desire]

"We said we would give you a favor, which we did."

"Not the favor she wanted," April replied.

"We never said that she could determined what we would give. We gave what we thought would be appropriate."

[victormakesart]

The tears fall in fat drops, her chest is hurting, and she feels like she's got a stomach full of hot coals, burning her from the inside out, she sucks in a painful breath. "That's all I want. Then, then what's the point? When you say, when you say you'll do a favor, people figure you mean they get to choose."

She unbuttons her jacket, she feels like she's catching on fire, smoldering from the inside out. She's having an anxiety attack.

[slayers_desire]

The Furies disappear, deciding not to stay any longer. April moves to comfort Victor, as best as she can.

"I'm sorry. I knew we couldn't trust them... I didn't think they would do this..."

[victormakesart]

"This is bullsh... it's so m-messed up, they h-have to, it's all I want," she sobs, slipping out of overshirt, out of her bulletproof vest until it's just the undershirt, and she's sweating through it, still full of coals, flames licking at the inside of her ribcage. She can hardly breathe.

[slayers_desire]

"I know. I know... but we will just have to find another way."

April gently places her hand on Victor's.

[victormakesart]

"What do I do? W-what do I... this was our chance. What i-if there's no other way?"

[slayers_desire]

"We can't give up now... just because these Furies are being selfish."

[victormakesart]

"We should've let the child demon just have all their power," she says, viciously, even though she knows that isn't how it works.

[slayers_desire]

"We could have not allowed that..."

[victormakesart]

"I know. It's... it's impossible anyway," she says, starting to catch her breath. "I like the kid better 'n them, is all."

[slayers_desire]

"Well, perhaps we could find a way to help both Lorne and the kid."

[victormakesart]

"Yes please," she says, forlornly, feeling a lot like a child. She hiccups, wipes her nose on the back of her hand. "Freakin' ethereal beings. They love to do this and that and the other when it's benefiting them."

[slayers_desire]

"They might be ethereal beings, but they are on the lower scale of ethereal beings. And I am sure we will find the right being who can help us. And will."

[victormakesart]

"Yeah," she says. "We've... we've got to." She's still surging with adrenaline, she can't feel the pain in her joints anymore. "I'm sorry I freaked out. I'm such an asshole."

[slayers_desire]

"Would you feel better with some time in the fighting ring? We have some punching bags that are pretty durable."

[victormakesart]

"I'm not sure," she admits. "But I want to hit something, so. Probably, yes."

[slayers_desire]

"Come on... it is fun to hit these dummies."