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thedeadgirl) wrote2023-04-16 01:44 pm
thedeadgirl) wrote2023-04-16 01:44 pm
Memento Youri
Memories:
For Sweeney - Laura finds out Sweeney is dead/reaction
For Shaw - Laura meets Sweeney + Ice Cream Truck + Killing Wednesday
For Raylan - Shadow tells Laura that Sweeney has died
For Iris - Rescuing Shadow, kills group of Tech Boy's Children
For Blanky - Laura tries to bring Sweeney back (crypt scene)
For Maggie - Greenhouse-post Sweeney's death and Laura's resurrection
For Sweeney - Laura finds out Sweeney is dead/reaction
For Shaw - Laura meets Sweeney + Ice Cream Truck + Killing Wednesday
For Raylan - Shadow tells Laura that Sweeney has died
For Iris - Rescuing Shadow, kills group of Tech Boy's Children
For Blanky - Laura tries to bring Sweeney back (crypt scene)
For Maggie - Greenhouse-post Sweeney's death and Laura's resurrection
For Shaw
You get out of the bath and get dressed before it occurs to you that it's been a while since Shadow 'stepped out'. No sooner than you realize that, someone kicks the door and it flies open and a very tall guy steps through with a purposeful stride and an expectant look.
"You're the wife," he says with an Irish accent. "You're the dead wife."
Oh yeah, there's some confusion. You tilt your head, waiting for him to continue.
"Give me my fucking coin, dead wife."
Oh right, the someone that Shadow told her would come looking for his coin. Before you can say anything he takes one giant stride forward and grabs you by the neck forcing you to react by opening your mouth to breathe. He stares down your throat, and if you had to guess, he was quite ready to reach down and take it back. No, that wasn't going to happen.
You lift your hand, position your fingers and flick him in the chest. Only it's not to get his attention. The tiny bit of force you use sends him across the room with the wall breaking the momentum. If there's any pro to being dead, the superhuman strength that came with the coin is certainly helpful.
You walk to him, and lower to a crouch in front of him. "You mean my fucking coin."
He gasps, still trying to catch his breath. So, you wait for him to concede.
"The dead can't own things," he tells you. "That's why God made last wills and testaments. Don't imagine yours includes my lucky coin."
He tries again to grab you but you were waiting and you slap his hand back against the wall with such force you hear a bone crunch.
"My lucky coin, Ginger Minge. My husband gave that coin to me." you explain, standing back up to retrieve your boots nearby.
He writhes a little in pain. "Damn his dark eyes. Gave it-a-fucking way. Wasn't his to give! I gave him the wrong coin," he says, getting up and cradling his arm. "Wasn't meant to be that coin. That's for royalty, see? That's a coin you'd give to the King of America himself, not some piss-ant bastard like your piece of shit husband."
You have to give it to him. He definitely bargains well enough. But, judging by your blase behaviour, you're clearly not buying it.
"Just give me my fucking coin back!" he all but threatens.
You look at him and smirk. "No."
"You'll never see me again if you do. I swear to fucking Bran, okay? I-I swear by the years I spent in the fucking trees."
Wow, he's starting to get desperate. Only you shake your head. You really don't care. Then he does something really stupid. He steps towards you, points a finger in your face and says, "Give me my coin, cunt!"
You grab his finger and snap it and listen to him yowl in pain as he falls back. Now that pisses you off, so you press the toe of your boot onto that broken finger.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and I'd like for you to answer me honestly. However, if I feel you're not being honest, I'm going to kick you in the nuts. And I want you to know that the last time I kicked a guy in the nuts, my foot didn't stop until it reached his throat. Okay?"
He continues to roll around, grunting and moaning.
"How do you know my husband?" you ask the first question.
"I was told to be at a bar, pick a fight with your man. Said he wanted to see what your man was made of," he explains.
"Who said? Use your words." you counter, putting more pressure on his hand again. He howls in another round of pain.
"Ahh! Grimnir! The dude he calls Wednesday."
Laura takes her foot off his hand and the scurries a good few feet away from her and props himself up against a chair. You approach him again as he resets his broken finger.
"He's a god."
You can't help but be skeptical because you don't believe in Gods.
"You don't believe me?" he assumes out loud.
"No, no. Just processing," you lie. "Um, what else did God tell you to do?"
"You shouldn't trust him -- Grimnir." he adds.
"Wednesday." you reiterate.
"Don't trust him."
"Don't have to trust him." you reply, though it's pretty apparent that some do.
"Your man does and he shouldn't."
Including your husband. At this point, you are hardly surprised.
"Listen, just give me my fucking coin back, yeah?" he tries again. Only now, you know how you can use this coin and he keeps asking, which means only one thing. "Hey, there's more where that came from. I'll give you another."
He grabs his flat cap and plucks a coin seemingly out of thin air before tossing into it.
"Just as good. Hell," He then rubs his fingers and a waterfall of coins drop into the cap next. "I'll give you a shitload."
They slow to a stop and he offers you the cap.
"Just as good." Not a question. You pick one up and start to inspect it.
"Just as good." he repeats again, way more hopeful.
"Mm, I don't really feel like any of those coins are going to do the job that my coins doing."
He puts his cap back on his head as you crouch down beside him. You can't help be cocky at what you're about to say next.
"You can't take it, can you? I have to give it to you freely, right?"
He doesn't look too impressed to have to confirm that. "Right."
"Well, you're fucked. I'm not going to give it to you." you say in a tone that says you're not stupid. You straighten to stand. "Come on, I don't think you're ever going to get your coin back. Never, ever, ever."
As you look down at him, you can't help but say it again.
"Not ever."
You turn and walk away to collect your things. As he talks, you can't help but listen. Not because you're taking note, but because you would really love to punch a whole through his face.
"Not not ever," he tries. "Meats going to slide off you sooner or later, dead wife. Sooner if you keep soaking it in hot water. All that connective tissue holding you together. Well, that's going to liquefy. You'll find yourself on a hot, humid summer day cooking in that moist heat. And you're going to fall right off the bone. When you do, I'm going to reach up under those ribs and I'm going to pluck that coin outta you like a berry."
He takes out a flask and takes a mouthful before offering you some. You let your eyes drop and he lunges, taking you through the halfway wall and into the bath you hadn't drained yet. As soon as your underwater, he holds your shoulders down determined to get that coin back sooner rather than later. Only the coin was hers, as well as the luck that came with it.
Someone barges into the room and it takes a second to realize the silhouettes of police men in uniform. He puts his hands up and takes him away. And you? Well, you just can't help but smile at your victory.
For Shaw - Ice cream truck
You pull the back door open, accidentally breaking one of the handles off as you do. "Hello?" a voice sounds from around the left side. "Can I, uh, help you with something ma'am?"
"Yes," you answer once you see him. "I've always wanted to steal a car. So, I'm going to steal yours."
Sweeney steps up and offers a wave in greeting while the ice cream man sounds a little unsure about fighting this is a good idea.
"Uh, well, it's not mine. It's my bosses," he replies.
You shove your hand into Sweeney's pocket and pull out a bunch of things while coins fall to the ground clanging. "Okay, well, then, I'm stealing his. I don't know how much is here, but you take that, you tell your boss that you were robbed, which you have been."
Sweeney goes in and retrieves his pouch of tobacco from the other guy's hand, leaving the bills and coins.
"My boss is never going to believe me if I look like this," he tells you both.
"No, you look fine. You look great." See, you can be nice.
"No, he means without evidence of a tussle," Sweeney says. "He wants me to punch him."
The ice cream interjects. "Whoa, you could kill me. Can she do it?"
"Trust me," you hear Sweeney say before punching him square in the nose. "You don't want this one hitting you."
And off you go, destination: New Orleans.
It hasn't even been an hour and you look over and see Sweeney blowing warmth into his hands.
"Quit it you fucking baby," you chide him with irritation.
He looks at you, shoving his fingertips under his arms. "We're not all hanger steaks."
A little more down the road, he goes digging for some frozen treats, offering you one. "Have at it,"
You glimpse briefly before returning your eyes to the road. "Seeing as how my stomach is sewn shut and not connected to the organs of digestion, I think I'll pass."
As he unwraps one of the red, white and blue rocket popsicles, he replies. "You'll be eating again soon enough."
"If your resurrection guy can do it." you return.
"Can and will, for a favour. If not for gold."
You watch him hold up a handful of gold coins and then open the door and drop them out of the moving truck. He bites off the top of his frozen treat.
"How much gold do you have?" you ask. Given how much he's thrown literally into the wind, you can't help but wonder.
"How much is in a hoard?"
"What the fuck is a hoard?" you counter. "Why do you have one?"
He doesn't pause. "I was a king once."
You can't help but almost laugh at that. "Okay."
"I was. Then they made me a bird. Then mother church came along and turned us all into saints, and trolls, and fairies. General Mills did the rest." he explains.
"So, what's the appeal? What's Wednesday selling at this God-fest that you've gotta get a ticket?"
His answer comes simply. Even though you can feel that it's nothing but. "War." A pause. "I went to war once. Or was meant to. Long time back. On the eve of battle, I looked into the fire and I saw my death, sure as Sunday. I knew I would die that day if I stayed. Put on my boots, and dropped my sword, and I flew."
Listening to him, you can believe what he's saying. This is the hold Wednesday has on him and it pisses you off that the god has his meat hooks in a lot of people.
"I owe a battle." he finishes.
"You're following Wednesday so that you can fight in his war and die, and for that, you run his errands?" you ask.
"I done worse than that," he says next.
"Dying worked for me. Everyone should try it at least once," you announce. "Seems like you walked the earth a couple hundred years in those boots already, so, you're due."
There's a comfortable silence until you see something on the side of the road dart out. You swerve and lose control and before you know it, it's your car accident all over again. Everything goes black.
Until your eyes open and he's knelt over you. You instinctively throw a punch and he flies back while you sit up and see your chest is exposed. You grab your red satin jacket a few feet away. "Don't look!"
After realizing the ice cream truck is on its side, you go over and set it right side up. Sweeney sits up as you head back to the driver's side. "Come on!"
You look at him again once you're in. "Move it!" You let him get to the front of the truck before blaring a sickly-sounding horn. Once he's in, you're off again.
Killing Wednesday
You approach the observatory the moment you notice the other two exit the building and when you see him step out, you call for his attention.
"Hey fucker!" you yell, while the smelly guy with the hammer and the girl who works as a glorified personal assistant turns to look at you. Wednesday reacts as if she's that damn cat, back the very next day.
You take your position with Gungnir, remembering the lessons Liam taught you and your confidence. One look at Wednesday says he's going to underestimate you, which he's a fool for doing. The smile on your face says as much. As you prepare, you lift your other hand, fingers hidden inside the cuff.
As black clouds swirl overhead and move across, you reveal Sweeney's coin in your fingers and lean back before releasing it. It soars through the air toward its target.
You look to your left and see the guy with the hammer come at you and you think it's game over until you're knocked down and out of the way by Liam. The hammer slices through the space above your head. Liam pivots and the hammer is swung again. But you flip the coin towards him just as it hits and throws him back before vanishing into his hoard.
From the snow where you landed, you watch as the spear impales Wednesday through the chest and throws him back into the observatory, leaving you for a long moment wondering if you actually killed him.
Until you realize you did and it was all finally over.