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((Sorry I had to drop a couple of the baby Angua threads, guys. If anyone didn't get to thread with her and wants to have had something happen, let me know and we can work it out OOC.))

[Immediately after waking up in the infirmary post-that-flood-where-she-tried-to-eat-everybody, Angua fled to the CES to enjoy her death toll in privacy as a wolf. As soon as the ship landed, she decided that wasn't fleeing far enough and bolted out to the far reaches of Wonderland. In other words, this is first time anyone's seen her face in a while, and she looks pretty guilty about that.]

So listen, I know this is quite belated, but I'm really very sorry to anyone I may have, er. Mauled. I'm much better than that now, I promise.

[Private to Satsuki]

[Not that she's expecting this will make much difference, but...] And I'm especially sorry to you. I heard you're doing all right, though? The infirmary said.

[Private to Buffy and Dean]

Thank you. You were right to do it. [Even if it's going to take her a while before she can look either of them in the eye, and not only out of embarrassment; the memory of the silver going into her back is going to stay with her for a long time.]

[Private to George]

...Hi.
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[Private to random recipients and Ben]

[The young Delphine Angua von Uberwald doesn't know how to work her communicator with the same aplomb as her older self -- not enough, at least, to know how to filter to inmates, especially given that she's not clear on the whole warden/inmate division to begin with. She's managed to work out the private function, though, and she knows that this is not a message that should be sent to everyone, so she hits a few names that look likely for one reason or another, largely at random.

The sight of her is probably not what anyone who knows the adult Angua would expect: for one thing, she's crying, and openly so. Her face is bright red and tearstained, eyes wide with what looks like terror. She has her back pressed against the bars of a Zero cell. When she speaks, it's a little hard to understand, not only because of the choked timbre but also the thickness of her Germanish accent.]


Please, whoever is out there, please, you must help me. My name is Delphine. Some people, they -- they've put me in a cage at the bottom of this place, and I don't know how to get out. They just locked me up here and left me all alone, and... [She sniffles fitfully, voice tightening, weepy.] I don't know what to do...

[Open spam, later]

[Sprung free by the strange not-quite-human boy, a much more cheerful-looking Angua pads through the halls, tracing along more carefully now to avoid the particular humans whose scent is practically still -- ugh -- invading her nostrils from when they'd grabbed her before. By now she's starving, though, and eager for further prey...]

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