Date: 2016-11-21 10:59 pm (UTC)
shri: (» another roadblock in our way)
From: [personal profile] shri
Like ever, it takes a minute for her to get comfortable. Her back settling against the seat, - it's still not as good as riding, even riding when he was behind her. Taller than her, so it was comfortable so far as close space went.

Not that she would be telling him that anytime soon. Rather, for the time being, she settles, trying to make comfortable. "No," her voice is desert dry sarcasm, slow. "Elephants." Her arm settling against the armrest, fingers against the handle, tapping a slow line. Falls into silence, watching the street go by, looking over the houses. This country is poor for the choices she prefers in defensive positions. Settled in a time after land wars of that kind. Too many windows, too much wasted glass and not enough stone. Brick, perhaps, she would look for that, as her eyes dart from tree to tree on the side of the road. Two stories would be preferable.

Silence, that lapses until, with a cleared throat and a glance back to him she offers, quietly: "Singing," says it once, then licks her lips. Pushing herself through it. "When we were talking last night, about what we do when we are - 'lit'. I like to sing." It's a peace offering, as bare as she can manage for shutting him down. Offering something - human of herself. "Not well, mind you, but the first time I drank too much at a banquet as a child, I thought I was worthy to sing to the God Krishna himself..."

She's fiddling with it, the material of the scarf around her head, the gold threads that her free hand runs over.
Edited Date: 2016-11-21 11:00 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-22 06:09 am (UTC)
shri: (» that you know by name)
From: [personal profile] shri
More tree, more buildings, a walker that does at it is called, walks and walks and walks. Towards them, towards something else that will take their interest. Forward, forward, forward. Come to think, she'd never seen them step backwards. Perhaps that was gone from their minds too, a way back.

"Oh, Dixon men is it? I shall be wary then." Her head turns back briefly to him, a brief smile. Wondering what the others of his family would be like. "My papa-ji always warned of it. Didn't turn out to be my disposition, thankfully." Been a long time, granted, since she'd drunk anything. Turns back to him, a crinkle turning up in the corner of her eyes. "I am sure you would sing beautifully."

Date: 2016-11-22 06:53 am (UTC)
shri: (» of rubies precious stones)
From: [personal profile] shri
"A shame, I am sure it would liven the evenings some." Hovers, almost, like she means to poke at him, prod him some. But she looks forward instead, adjusting herself again, the need to always be moving that comes subconsciously.

"Though apparently we don't have the same taste in music, from what you said." She never even what kind of music she likes, Daryl, rude.

Date: 2016-11-22 08:57 am (UTC)
shri: (» another roadblock in our way)
From: [personal profile] shri
She opens her door, poking her head out, staring out over the building in its entirety. What on earth was it? Well, shops, she knew that.

The world had changed, and sometimes it takes her off her guard - not the big things, the small things. This life, what had they lost? One that wasn't hers, that much was easy to say. One in which losing a mother in childbirth stilled them utterly, one where even where they still counted the things they lost and found the temporal difficult, no comfort to them in death when it was time for one to go. These things, certainly, but buildings like this - just taken for granted as normal to them. A place where food could be stored and reached easily. Things that they could have from countries away with little trouble to themselves to obtain. A world fully realised that was not hers and she feels - invasive, almost, when she looks in on it. Like the walls knew she was not supposed to be there. Like she was not supposed to be with there group.

Thoughts for later. She snaps from her thoughts back to him with a uptilt of her face. Her laughter is high and bright, as she meets his gaze, unsheathing the long knife from her back in the soft hiss of a promise. "And I am not even wearing my receiving clothes." Her humour is tinted, shade by shade. "Shall we? It's been a long time since I've held court and I am in a generous mood."
Edited (gets all poetic n shit x2) Date: 2016-11-22 01:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-22 11:26 pm (UTC)
shri: (» this is the start)
From: [personal profile] shri
Oh - he just couldn't resist, could he? Her eyes roll her jaw sets and - damn it all if she doesn't feel bad for how sharply she reacted the night before. Usually tried to give an explanation as to why, at least in her own way. Which granted, she'd been informed that her usual approach of 'I'm nearly 200 years old and know better than you', didn't always work as ... diplomatically as it could.

So she swallows it and begins to move with him, not far, a little ahead and a dropped low as she scanned the cars surrounding for walkers. Blade at the ready and her movements steady. "A little, from how I've seen you all make your decisions so far." Admits it, if begrudgingly. "You are thinking of it quite wrongly, I imagine. Not a law court." How had it worked in this country after they had thrown out their King? She struggles to remember it's particulars, other than a complicated system of elections and laws, held in place of the divinity of a ruler's word.

"It was... perhaps like a great chamber of commerce. All men and women poured into the receiving area, to petition or to seek my or my husband's ear, perhaps simply to ask for advice. I dealt with matters usually pertaining to women, up until my husband died, then I oversaw all. There was often a great deal of discussion, though ultimately every decision was my own. My husband and I had the final word on everything that occurred, allowing for certain religious and social moors of course." She comes to a car, and there's a Walker trapped inside. It goes quick, stabbing it sharp in the temple, the wet sound of slicing meat, brain matter soft and rotten, the crunch of bone. Hears it groan, hears its breath ease out in true death.

Date: 2016-11-24 12:38 am (UTC)
shri: (» sparking up my heart)
From: [personal profile] shri
"They were my people. Could I do otherwise?" It comes quick, the response that it had always mean and all that had meant. They were her people, it was her Jhansi and they would never take them from her. There had never been anything else.

They had, anyway. She had never seen her home again. She couldn't bare to go back, she could not bare those memories.

Then she ducks, and she liked - watching him. Watching him fight, watching his precision. The surety he presented when she had not had it for so long. He was steady in way that she had craved so long, that she had not had since - Galahad, since Devi. Swallows, lets him line up the second shot before she darts around the back of the cars, letting him draw their attention before she circles around their back, the one at the far back taken down when she throws the blade, running forward, in the same moment as it hits the ground to yank it free and tackle the one beside it, blade into its head. Pulling herself up as the - woman, it looks like, perhaps she was out shopping.

Date: 2016-11-24 01:07 am (UTC)
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)
From: [personal profile] shri
She walks back to him, the blade cleaned off against her leg in swipes. Shakes her head in response, then carries on past him towards the building. "Being born there doesn't have anything to do with it. It's about a responsibility I had. Whether I liked it or not those people looked to me, a choice I did not get to make freely, either, I was married to the Raj when I was thirteen, and by the time I understood what it meant, I could not walk away from them."

Pauses, as she finishes, and realises where he's lead her back again. Shouldn't have indulged him. A displeased look. Which - shit, she walked right into it, didn't she? A sigh, a little worn at its edges. "Dixon..."

Date: 2016-11-24 01:35 am (UTC)
shri: (» now people talk to me)
From: [personal profile] shri
"You are... you are not..." But that would mean admitting something, anything, and she is in such a habit. Something hurting and raw and smothered down.

Bites it back, sharp and - one of these centuries, she really should have learned to hold her tongue, or to learn to temper her tone. But she hadn't learned it yet, and time didn't seem to do her any favours. Pushes on forward, and frustration with it all means the next walker she finds in the dark dies with more force than she really needs to exert. Furious, bitter, she is too strong and she cleaves it with ease. Splatters it's pieces against her face, her hands, red and thick on her knuckles.

"You have no idea what it is, what they are asking."

Date: 2016-11-24 02:18 am (UTC)
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)
From: [personal profile] shri
She stares at it, she stares at it, she stares at it. It's not moving, it's never going to move again, she's made sure. They need to be burnt, make like the ancient conquerors did like the British did to her people. Burn all behind them so it can never reach them again. She's all fire, all blistering skin.

"For one thing, don't ever ask me such questions in front of others. For another, how do you suppose it looks? A immortal queen being elected. How long before someone accuses me of usurping power? Looking to build a kingdom anew?"

It's pushing back, the many, many things she'd gone over the night before to give him in a list. Which would be much easier if she really was a queen and she could just issue the commands and he'd have to accept them because she'd said so.

Date: 2016-11-24 03:09 am (UTC)
shri: (» i'm speeding up and this is the)
From: [personal profile] shri
"That is how the world has always worked. When no man can be King, everyone tries." Bites it ugly, giving him a look like he's a fool. "This is a hairsbreadth away from the world I grew up and was made to rule. Where who got what was decided by guns and blades."

But - fair. "My point is - it's hardly ... it's not something I should be doing. There's a reason the knights were held away from society, from political sway." She laughs, because in it's way, it's hilarious. "Here I am, from a time that's gone, a queen, in a country that spilled their blood to get rid of them, being elected. It's ridiculous, Daryl."

Date: 2016-11-24 03:29 am (UTC)
shri: (» and the shivers move down)
From: [personal profile] shri
"I am helping our people, is that not enough for you?" It's desperate, pushing, getting her the space she wants for him to leave it well enough alone. Wary, twitching, she's expecting something, a walker - Lord, she wishes for a Lycan, right about now. Anything to end this when he's - looking at her like he has a right to. Like she has to answer him.

Because the rest of them didn't. She's better a fairy story than a person. Better bleeding and not dying than she is having regrets. But he, he never could accept that role from her, could he? Had to push and get in where she never wanted anyone to be again because it was safer.

Date: 2016-11-24 04:59 am (UTC)
shri: (» they used to shout my name)
From: [personal profile] shri
Her head snaps, where he shoots past her and there's an irritated noise for that too. Watching it fall, turning back to him with a scowl on her face. Skittish, skittish animal, waiting for the nearest thing to run from. "Because I have lost every group of people I have dared to call my own, dared to stand for. What makes you think yours will be better served than the ones I was married into, sworn to the gods to protect?"

It's spat out - nothing less than furious that he's gotten the words out. She doesn't care what's waiting for her, bitter and angry and the bile of regrets that is trying to heave out of her. So she ends the conversation the only way she knows how, she seeks out a fight. Easier to walk away from him, to march to that door and let all hell break loose than look at him. Got what he wanted, so now they could be done with it.

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