7535/Back To Life

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Back To Life
Date of Scene: 18 May 2019
Location: Alias Investigations, Clinton
Synopsis: Flashback: after coming back from death, Trish informs Jess, who insists on seeing her immediately. The two now share even more in common.
Cast of Characters: Jessica Jones, Hellcat




Jessica Jones has posed:
After receiving a text message from Trish, informing Jess that she was back to life after being dead, there was no way Jess wasn't demanding she come see her that very moment. The threat was that if Trish doesn't do it, Jess would come to her place, and she'll start drinking on the way. With a meeting agreed upon, Jess was pacing about Alias Investigations, growing anxious while waiting to learn the whole story from Trish. It wasn't every day that your sister happened to be dead and then back alive.

Hellcat has posed:
It really didn't take much convicing for Trish to come to Alias. After she'd pushed Damion out the door, she hadn't wanted to stick around. There was a bathub filled with blood, and the floor that would still need to be cleaned. And, everything was too fresh in her mind.

So it's not too long before Trish is pushing through the door to Alias Investigations, and locking the door behind her. "Whatever you have to drink," she tells Jessica, "I'll take two." Tonight may be one of those really rare occassions which she's not going to lecture Jessica on drinking. Mainly because she's going to be doing plenty of it herself.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Trish!" Jessica exclaims when she walks in the door, but before she can press on with questions, she hears the unusual demand from Trish and nods. "Game on, I see? Well...Knob Creek it is," Jessica offers as she heads to her office table, opens the third drawer and pulls out the bottle. For a moment she stares at it, and then at the two glasses on her desk, before asking, "you're not -too- big on hygenie are you? I really don't feel like washing the glasses..." she holds a moment before pouring, waiting for Trish's approval.

Hellcat has posed:
"Just pour," Trish states, looking harrassed, despite her attire, which is, alothough thrown together, still looks good.

She flops into the nearest seat, and puts her head in her hands and makes a unpleasent sound. But, it appears she's waiting for the drink before she goes into anything. Once the drink is poured? She downs it, immediately. Holds it out to Jessica for another, and then comments, quietly, "You know those stories we used to scare each other to death with?" She exhales. "I feel like I've been in one."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"From the fact you wouldn't qualify as Miss Universe at the moment, fair to see you are not quite yourself?" She pours two full glasses, and pushes one towards Trish, "cheers, sister, you finally came up with a story that sounds more crazy than my whole freakin' life. Do share?" She grins at the levity with which Trish starts her explanation, refering to a childhood tradition.

Hellcat has posed:
There is no levity on Trish's face, however, as she takes the second glass. This one is sipped, not gulped at least. "I saw Damion's face," she states, briskly. There's a somberness there that suggests she's not even joking, or being sarcastic. And it's a span of a few baffling or confusing moments perhaps for Jessica before Trish expounds on that tangent. "He's a demon. Not just a demon. A prince, or something. I saw his True Face, Jess."

She looks at the glass, rather than her sister. "I think it drove me insane. There are some things mortal minds weren't meant to see." The drink is finished, and she takes the bottle, pours herself a third, proving if she wanted to she could keep pace with Jessica on one of her worst days. "I remember it all. Though it was like someone else did it. I poured myself a bath. Slit my wrists." One of said wrists are shoved at Jessica, where scars that weren't there yesterday are dimly viewable, as if recently healed over. Mended. As if they had never been.

"When I woke up? I was in Hell."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Damion...?" Jessica asks, uncertain what Trish means by seeing his face, "what about his face?" She's still unsure, until Trish goes on and states it plainly. Normally, Jess would tease Trish over it, and never take it seriously. Luckily, she's been involved with Doctor Strange and a whole array of wizards of different kinds in a battle to save the Earth, during the Black Sleep plague. She's accepted the supernatural exists, and so her immediate response is a frown, followed by drinking half her own glass. "That's fucked up, Trish," she puts her glass down, looking at a loss. She wants to offer Trish a hug, but isn't generally comfortable with the motion showing thing. At least not real ones.

Jessica certainly looks surprised at how readily Trish drinks, she hasn't seen that out of Trish before. "I guess that experience left you scarred?" She asks hesitantly.

But then comes the suicide confession and Jessica shrieks, "what the fuck, Trish!? You killed yourself before even reaching to me? I don't care if Damion is the goddamned devil himself, I would have taken him on for you." But when the mention of hell comes, Jessica looks very much disturbed, "that fucking place is not a fairy tale? Hell is fucking real? Are you kidding me? Please don't tell me Murdock is right...ugh!"

Hellcat has posed:
"No. Leave Damion alone. He didn't do anything. It was an accident," Trish says, sternly, before exhaling again. It's clear Trish still has feelings for the man, or the devil, but she does remark, "We've. Gone our separate ways." Hollow, that tone. Yeah. She's been scarred.

Another drink is taken, "It's very real. I'll tell you something else, too. Time flows differently there. I was there at least a few years." She rubs at her face, "God, Jess. It was horrible. Do you have any demons I killed? Evaded?" She holds up her hand, clearly indicating the question was rhetorical. "I - I don't know. Somehow I started to figure it out. How to fight them. How to move between the realms. Figured out that there was a civil war going on." She laughs, bitterly. "Even helped put a stop to it. Thought that if I did, Mephisto would - owe me." Clearly that's not the case.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Are you sure he didn't...? Winding up in hell is a pretty serious accident," Jessica notes flatly. "So three years since yesterday? They're not kidding about that eternal damnation, do they?" Jessica looks very upset, and quite restless. This news is quite disturbing to say the least. "Let me guess, the Mephisto always gets his due, there's no owing him?"

Hellcat has posed:
"Something rubbed off on me, there," Trish continues, as if she hadn't heard Jessica's question. She needs to get it all out. She's doing it at her own pace. "I don't know if I adapted. Or, - what it was. See?"

Suddenly, Trish isn't in her civilian clothes. Suddenly, she's in her Hellcat uniform. She grimaces, her mouth expressive and the eye lenses seems to contract as well. "That's not all. I said I learned how to move between realms? There's - pockets, like, tunnels, through space. I can see them now. Even here. Move between them. I really /am/ Hellcat now, Jess."

She gives a bitter laugh, then, shaking her head. "Mephisto laughed at me, when I tried to tell him he owed me. But then - I don't know. I told him I knew about Damion. Something - well. I don't know when it happened. But something snapped in me, Jess. I wasn't afraid of him. I mean, what more could happen to me? So, I stood up to him. Told him I knew about Damion. He balked. Sent me back, then. No deals. Nothing owed. Back. I might be on borrowed time, but I'm back."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Okay...that's new," Jessica remarks dryly, keeping on a deadpan expression, her best coping mechanism. "So...how did that thing happen?" A bit stunned, Jessica nods as she stares at Hellcat, before draining her glass. Only once it's empty and she's busy refilling it, does she remark, "on the plus side it's way better than the old Jewel costume, that's for sure...so," she turns to look up at Hellcat, "that thing comes with built in abilities and duties or some shit like that?"

Seems that kind of story is enough to shake Jess off her aversion to emotional things, she just flat out reaches to embrace Trish, no words, just show of physical support.

Hellcat has posed:
"Same costume I found back then, new tricks." Then, she's embraced and it's like a mirror-world for a few moments as she doesn't hug back. It's like she and Jessica have switched roles. Then she finally breaks, and hugs Jessica back, tightly.

"I'm sorry," she says, quietly. And, still quietly, "The good thing is. I don't think I can ever be afraid again. I don't think anything can ever shock me like that again." She asks, then, "This is just between us. And Damion. I - don't want anyone else knowing."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica nods, and while the irony isn't lost on her, that she finds herself embracing Trish the one time she's not in the mood, she persists, until eventually Trish does return the embrace. "Why are our lives so fucked up, is it your mother's fault? I mean the accident with my parents couldn't have been, but man, does it feel like we get all the bad karma..."

"So legit, you think you're over fear?" Jessica asks, sounding a bit envious, "I won't tell a soul, so what it's going to be like between you and Damion? Sure you don't want my help?"

Hellcat has posed:
At that, Trish laughs again, bitterly, and pours another drink. "Could be. But I doubt even she has that much karmic shit coming down on her." She exhales, shaking her head. Takes a drink again.

"I told him I needed my space. He's moving out. I need to figure things out, Jess. I'll be around. To keep my sanity, I think I'm still going to do Trish Talk. But, I'm going to give up the costume for awhile, too. Quit the Defenders. For now. Tell Daredevil I'm sorry. Need a break."

She grimaces, then. "Everything is so fucked up. Way more fucked up than with Killgrave. That, I could deal with. This?"

The Hellcat costume disappears, and she's back in civilian clothes again. "This whole thing. I just need to figure out what I'm supposd to do next." If anyone gets that, she's sure Jessica will.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Well, if that's how you feel, that's how you feel. Take all the time you need, Trish, as always, you need me for anything you let me know..." Jessica says while drinking her next glass, "trust me, I know better than anyone what it means to be stuck in shit that's beyond you..."

She lingers a moment, and then shares, "I want on April O'Niel's show, Truth Seekers? I probably should have offered to go on Trish Talk first, but I was doing not so well and needed a bump to Alias, sure enough, that did the trick. Hope there's no hard feelings."

Hellcat has posed:
"She's not so bad," mentions Trish, mildly. She shakes her head, "No, it's good. That way nobody can accuse you of getting the soft treatment." The last drink is finished off, and Trish asks, "Mind if I stay the night? Damion's moving out. I - don't want to make this harder on him than it needs to be by showing back up. I'll give him his space." She's already hurt him enough to push him away.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"She was a pretty cool customer, caught me off guard, I really thought I'd want to sock her in the face after that interview, but no, she was very cool with me." Jessica admits. She empties her own glass, and settles it down, "of course you can stay, however long you need. You'd have done the same for me..." she then starts towards the bedroom, "can't promise it'd be tidy though, for you, lemme make the bed real quick."

Hellcat has posed:
"Thanks," Trish states. "I owe you," she assures her sister. She exhales again, "I can't even remember the last time I actually slept," she admits. Maybe that's what the drinking is for. To forget about the dreams, if she has any. Or make sure she doesn't have any.

"Don't care about tidy. Jut want to sleep. Tommorrow, I'll call my agent. Take a few days off. Thanks, Jess."