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[ there's a short pause from zarina, her throat letting out a low, soft hum. the way the other killers act where some make them bleed for pleasure — the laughter she recalls upon a bayonet's blade wounding her or electricity running through her whole body — while the others seem cold. quiet. at work.
zarina thinks of clark stevenson and his history, her neighborhood, the people... ]
Monsters aren't born, but you can raise them up to be. [ another pause. ] To be clear, I'm in no way excusing them for what they do to us — it's just that if I can have an actual conversation with one without dying, maybe there are some others who are open to talk too.
Yeah. Maybe. [ probably. ] I don't know. It's hard to internalize the idea that some of these people could be reasoned with. There's no reasoning with the Demogorgon. It's simpler that way.
[ already zarina remembers exactly who the demogorgon is from her explanation the first time nancy and steve arrive. hmm. ]
The Demogorgon's definitely more animalistic. [ a nod of her head. ] And I get that. Some of them, though... maybe not exactly reason with, but at least speak to.
At least we know the cowboy can be. Sort of, that is. [ another thought comes to mind already: ] What do you think?
[ animalistic ... that's a word. it only twists her heart up the slightest bit, ushering in thoughts of Jonathan and the research they'd done to try to understand the Demogorgon, the way it behaved.
now she and it were here and who knows what was happening back in Hawkins... but she can't think about that, shoves it all away and refocuses on Zarina. ]
What do I think about the Deathslinger? He's an asshole. [ simple. there is a very small voice in the back of Nancy's head, the reasonable voice, that says it isn't actually that simple, but he laughs every time he downs her, something cold and cruel that sends a shudder up her spine, so. yeah, he's an asshole. ]
[ tmw she forgot to specify about the killers in general, but nancy's statement — she can't help but let out a short burst of a laugh. ]
He definitely is. [ a nod of her head, finger pressing against her own lips as her laughter dies down. ] The others, though — if you were given a chance to talk to them without dying, would you?
[ of course the kneejerk reaction is a resounding HELL NO, the realist in Nancy helpfully pointing out that the chances of something like that actually happening were slim to none. but she stops to actually consider the question since it's Zarina who's asking, even though there's a deep frown splashed across her face. ]
The Huntress, maybe. There's something about her ... I don't know, do you think she even knows how to speak? Maybe the Plague, but she smells like literal rot, and I don't think I could stomach it.
[ a hesitation, and then one last thing: ] And I'd like to ask the Doctor where he got his medical degree.
I actually tried looking around his office the last time I was there. Nothing to indicate where he came from or anything about his history except for paintings and books. The drawers of his desk were locked, too.
Couldn't find any more before I heard the sound of a chainsaw incoming.
[ despite the deathslinger being the cause of her eventual arrival in the entity's realm, zarina's curiosity eats her alive as she thinks of the other killers. the huntress, the plague, the doctor... everyone has a story behind the weapon they pick, right?
"You're a journalist, right? Sometimes people just want to be listened to."
jeff's words ring in her ear — she never forgets them, never forgets what drove her to nevada in the first place. she rubs the bottom of her chin in thought before looking towards nancy once again. ]
This probably isn't helping you relax at all, is it. Sorry about that. [ a shake of her head. ] And — do me the small favor of not telling the others about my work? It's a project I'm still working on.
[ the locked drawers pique Nancy's interest. it seems like an interesting detail. the Entity had copied the Hawkins Lab like shit, but Zarina's observation has her wondering if the other realms are more accurate to their real life counterparts ... but that information resides with the realms' occupants, and therein lies the problem. she purses her lips, clearly lost in thought. ]
We should investigate. Locks can be picked, right?
[ she doesn't want to be caught by the Doctor ... but having something to do is the only thing that's going to keep Nancy sane in this place (and keep her from harassing the killers). ]
No. [ the #kneejerk Nancy move, to reassure and smooth it over with a smile. ] It's helping. [ Zarina helps. her presence, her confidence, the stability she provides in the Fog. that's comforting. ]
[ everything that nancy says not only brings a smile to zarina's face, but cracks out a small grin at the thought of finding valuable information at the doctor's office. she likes it already — and is immediately reminded of herself.
investigative journalists do what they do best: check things out for themselves. ]
Just tell me when. I'm ready to go anytime so long as we aren't dragged into a trial.
No idea, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happens. [ a pause. ] It's why I tend to check things out by myself — wouldn't want to leave you behind if I'm taken first.
[ the thoughts of leaving nancy behind to deal with the doctor alone... already she doesn't like the idea. getting people hurt because of her ideas? she absolutely refuses. ]
Are you sure you want to continue despite all this?
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zarina thinks of clark stevenson and his history, her neighborhood, the people... ]
Monsters aren't born, but you can raise them up to be. [ another pause. ] To be clear, I'm in no way excusing them for what they do to us — it's just that if I can have an actual conversation with one without dying, maybe there are some others who are open to talk too.
[ and then she remembers jed. ]
Or they could be lying. Depends on who it is.
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The Demogorgon's definitely more animalistic. [ a nod of her head. ] And I get that. Some of them, though... maybe not exactly reason with, but at least speak to.
At least we know the cowboy can be. Sort of, that is. [ another thought comes to mind already: ] What do you think?
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now she and it were here and who knows what was happening back in Hawkins... but she can't think about that, shoves it all away and refocuses on Zarina. ]
What do I think about the Deathslinger? He's an asshole. [ simple. there is a very small voice in the back of Nancy's head, the reasonable voice, that says it isn't actually that simple, but he laughs every time he downs her, something cold and cruel that sends a shudder up her spine, so. yeah, he's an asshole. ]
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He definitely is. [ a nod of her head, finger pressing against her own lips as her laughter dies down. ] The others, though — if you were given a chance to talk to them without dying, would you?
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The Huntress, maybe. There's something about her ... I don't know, do you think she even knows how to speak? Maybe the Plague, but she smells like literal rot, and I don't think I could stomach it.
[ a hesitation, and then one last thing: ] And I'd like to ask the Doctor where he got his medical degree.
when u go in game to doublecheck doc's office
Couldn't find any more before I heard the sound of a chainsaw incoming.
[ despite the deathslinger being the cause of her eventual arrival in the entity's realm, zarina's curiosity eats her alive as she thinks of the other killers. the huntress, the plague, the doctor... everyone has a story behind the weapon they pick, right?
"You're a journalist, right? Sometimes people just want to be listened to."
jeff's words ring in her ear — she never forgets them, never forgets what drove her to nevada in the first place. she rubs the bottom of her chin in thought before looking towards nancy once again. ]
This probably isn't helping you relax at all, is it. Sorry about that. [ a shake of her head. ] And — do me the small favor of not telling the others about my work? It's a project I'm still working on.
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We should investigate. Locks can be picked, right?
[ she doesn't want to be caught by the Doctor ... but having something to do is the only thing that's going to keep Nancy sane in this place (and keep her from harassing the killers). ]
No. [ the #kneejerk Nancy move, to reassure and smooth it over with a smile. ] It's helping. [ Zarina helps. her presence, her confidence, the stability she provides in the Fog. that's comforting. ]
I won't say anything, don't worry.
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investigative journalists do what they do best: check things out for themselves. ]
Just tell me when. I'm ready to go anytime so long as we aren't dragged into a trial.
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she gets this look on her face, something like worry. ]
What are the chances that we get out there and then it whisks one of us off to a trial, leaving the other one alone?
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No idea, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happens. [ a pause. ] It's why I tend to check things out by myself — wouldn't want to leave you behind if I'm taken first.
[ the thoughts of leaving nancy behind to deal with the doctor alone... already she doesn't like the idea. getting people hurt because of her ideas? she absolutely refuses. ]
Are you sure you want to continue despite all this?