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[shamebat]

Hello, this is Nadja. Please leave a message and I will return to it later.

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[shamebat]

Nadja doesn't squeal, exactly, but she does grin wider and cuddle Makima happily.

"Oh, yes! I will take you to all the very best places. We can get nice things for your hair and your wardrobe and maybe your cabin also. This is going to be so much fun to have a little girl around to spoil and cherish."

[dog_lover]

…that is not what she expected at all. But it’s… nice. The cuddling is a little undignified but it feels good. And the affection is so genuine.

“I’d like that.”

She considers.

“May I ask for something now?”

[shamebat]

She lets Makima go, patting her arm. "Darling, you may ask for anything you want. I may not give it to you if it's sentimental or I need it, but you can always ask."

[dog_lover]

She stares for a moment before giggling again. Then she nods before she continues.

“I’d like my gun back. Not ‘a’ gun. But mine. May I have that power back, please? I don’t want to be defenseless anymore.”

[shamebat]

She blinks, then turns back to the file to flip through it, attempting to find a gun listed there.

"I don't want you to be defenseless either."

[dog_lover]

Her gun is listed in the death of a fiend named Power. It sounds like a concussive force that she can use like a gun by pointing with a finger and curling the middle finger like pulling a trigger.

“I realize you might not be able to convince the Admiral of the others. But I’d like that one, please.”

[shamebat]

She looks over the gun section, paging through it. Her grin widens. What a clever little power! Her inmate is so good.

"Well. We will ask, and see if he says yes. All right?"

[dog_lover]

She nods dutifully.

"Thank you, Nadja. I'll feel much better knowing I have that at least."

[shamebat]

She gives Makima another friendly squeeze and reaches for her communicator.

"No need to thank me. We will not let you become prey to be picked off. Not while I am your warden."

[dog_lover]

She doesn't want to admit how much she hadn't liked that, how frustrating she'd found it. Because part of why she'd allowed it was to make that frustration, to have those examples to point to. That didn't mean she hadn't disliked it, after all.

"That will be nice."

She won't bother her as she uses her communicator.

[shamebat]

Nadja takes out her communicator and speaks into it, smiling at Makima as she does so.

[dog_lover]

She isn't sure she'll get what she asked for, but the idea of finally being dangerous again, having some-

Well, some control over things?

"Thank you, Nadja."

[shamebat]

She exhales, and settles in next to Makima.

"Of course. I want you to succeed, darling."

[dog_lover]

She's thoughtful for a moment and glances at the file folder.

"Do you know what that would be?"

Her success. Her satisfaction.

[shamebat]

She pages through the file, shrugging a little.

"Well, we can work on little things first. Are you happy right now?"

[dog_lover]

She considers that, and looks to Nadja for a long time before she speaks again.

"I'm happy that you're my warden."

She already feels intensely for Nadja: intense affection, and with it, intense anger and hatred. How dare this woman make her feel things against her wishes? How dare she do that while she's had her power taken from her? How dare she make her like her?

[shamebat]

Nadja, delighted, gives a little noise of high-pitched happiness.

"And I am happy you are my inmate. But the reason I am asking is if we find out what makes you unhappy, I can help think of ways to make it better."

[dog_lover]

She glances at the file folder.

"You know what I want, though."

To be with the Hero of Hell. To die by his blade and no longer exist or to control him and use his power to make the world perfect. She'd been very clear about her intentions and she can't imagine the folder would be unclear about that.

"I wouldn't mind some pets."

[shamebat]

Nadja exhales, clicking her tongue a little. "Yes, but we can't get that here. What sort of pets would you like, darling?"

[dog_lover]

She considers that carefully.

"Some mice might be nice. Something small I could keep in my room easily."

Not that he intends to keep them in her room. She intends to use them around the ship. But they would also be soft and fuzzy and sweet to hold and cuddle with.

"But I could also take in one of the animals from the vet clinic."

[shamebat]

"Ooh, yes. Mice, or bats, or a nice lizard. All would be lovely pets for you." She says, thinking.

"You know my husband Laszlo has a very keen ability with all animals. We could ask him."

[dog_lover]

"I've never met him," she admits with a shrug, "but they all sound like a nice option. As long as they would feel soft."

She doesn't like being alone. At all. Even a little bit. If she's honest, this has been one of the hardest things since she came here.

[shamebat]

She thinks for a minute and then gets up to leave the room. "Stay here a moment."

When Nadja returns, she's bearing the angry-looking bearskin rug with head attached, that she puts over Makima's shoulders, lap, and legs.

"This is the bear that murdered my mother. I later came back to kill him and skin him. Now I will give him to you, so you can know that some part of me will always be there to protect you."

[dog_lover]

Makima blinks.

She looks... tiny. Almost adorable underneath the bearskin rug. And when she hears the story?

She almost feels sick with the mix of warmth and rage. With how much it makes her feel and how much she hates that she's being made to feel something.

She's surprised when she finds her own hand sliding over the fur, testing it, seeing whether it's soft or coarse.

She looks up at Nadja and her eyes are carefully blank. Very carefully.

"Thank you, Nadja."

[shamebat]

Nadja nods, pleased she could make Makima at least a little bit more comfortable. The bear is snarling but its pelt is very soft. It's been expertly taxidermied, probably by Nadja herself.

"It will keep you company until we can get you some adorable little animals."