[ she liked the charming little garden she had found to perform the ritual in the last time so much that she takes her lamborghini and, once again, drives out to it. she lingers in the entrance-way and reminisces about their last encounter. if only she'd known what she was asking for. ]

[ she heads to a fruit bearing tree at the back and kneels. it doesn't take long to set things up and soon the sweet smell of the flowers is being dwarfed by the intoxicating scent of the oleander. d.va shuts her eyes and braces one hand on the trunk of the tree as she takes out an ornate dagger and starts carving a snake into her arm. it's a touch crude, but it's not hard to tell what it is, ...at least before its painted in her pink blood. she chuckles to herself and turns it on the tree, pressing firmly, like a stamp, to try to mark it as she calls for the serpentess. ]

Hadasssssah, I'm... here.
Are you?