blood-spattered angel

[When she appears on the feed Beatrix wears her usual cool expression, but has the haunted look of someone who's not slept well in days, too deeply stuck in uncomfortable thought. Since returning to the Barge she'd struggled to come to terms with what had happened and how she'd left things, the buried doubts nagging at her until she came to one unfortunate conclusion.]

I've got some news.

While here, knowing what's happening back home, it's difficult to rest easy. It's hard to wait when there are people there who need to be stopped. [Who need to be punished remains unsaid, but those who know her well will likely infer it.] So I'm leaving, again.

…I'm sorry. While a lot of you believe this Barge is nothing short of Hell and I don't entirely disagree, I was lucky enough to find people I love who made it worth it. That was never something I expected. You've done the impossible. [She gives a small, sad smile.] There's no doubt some wisdom or inspiration to impart, but no one needs to hear that from me. Suffice it to say, I found something precious here, and I'm sad to be leaving it.

This is goodbye, for now.

[Filtered to friends (if you think you're on it…)]
You've done more for me than any of you know. I can never thank you enough.

If you aren't hurt by my going, if you have time before I leave, please let me say goodbye in person.

( And a series of quickly-sent private messages: Abigail, Anya, Arthas, Arya, Ben, Ellie, Iris, Riddick, Rorschach, Sylvanas, Vin, and Zane )

So we're back to this again, are we?

[It's Bea's third time going through this particular snafu in the communication, and she remembers well the previous times. This time, however, she's not only prepared but looking forward to it. And this time she won't see Elle. She hopes, anyway -- she shouldn't.]

This is Beatrix Kiddo, alias Arlene Machiavelli, alias Beth Solberg, alias Rachelle Quinn, alias Black Mamba. If you know any of those names, I want to talk to you.

[Filtered to Barge Women (sans Sylvanas)]

Ladies.

I've got a friend who's desperately in need of some new clothing. If any of you have seen Sylvanas lately, she needs more than just a leather jacket and a pair of pants. So I have a favor to ask you: do any of you have extra clothes you wouldn't mind lending out? She's stuck in her new body until further notice and isn't really prepared for it. Anything you could give would help.

You'll get it back within a month.

[Private to Anya]

I need to speak with you about your training.

[Private to Abigail]

We'll start today.