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video ● eleventh reflection

[ FORWARD-DATED TO THE EVENING OF THE 23RD. (As tags will be slow for a while after.) ]

[There's a click as the feed starts and Saya hums a bit. She looks a bit tired but there's nothing about her demeanor that specifically tells that she's been haunted for the last couple days.]

The eve of Christmas Eve, guys! I figure most of us are pushing back our holiday plans considering everything that's happening, but I've found the most reliable mailman, so I hope some of you get your presents! Is everyone managing with your ghosts, though? I had one of my own but I haven't seen him lately. Then again, he always had that habit with disappearing. But if you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to, you know where to go~

[She grins cheekily. Though suddenly her expression is confused.

What was that chill?

Will you continue to destroy others, witch?

The air is electrified. Everything is tense. Every fiber of her being on edge. Him. That voice. That insult. Only he would- Only her murderer would.

The broadcast is left forgotten as she whips around in her chair, her back to the SFC now as it lay on the table, entirely neglected. Because all at once, she's forgotten. Forgotten the curse, forgotten the ghosts, forgotten everything. Only remembering that she is facing the man who took her life.

Nevermind that this voice is only in her head.]

H-Hey.... I-I liked Train better. Why are you here? I don't want to- to....

[--to die again.

Her voice shakes, much as her frame does now. All the worldly experience that she exudes in her posture and confidence has been stripped from her now, just as she feels that the world has been yanked from underneath her.

Train Train Train. You don't even deserve to say his name, witch! He's not here to save you now. And truly, I will not fail to cut out your heart-

She leaps to her feet and knocks the SFC off the table in her haste. It clicks off. There will be no audience as she loses her mind.]

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Like this? [knocks on her door. guess what he had been doing while they were talking.]

But close my eyes?

[... At that point, she didn't bother to hear the second part. She was already poised at the door and so she throws it open after he knocks and clings to Obi.]

... sorry.

[That'll be muffled as she kind of won't let go right now. He's solid, he's real, and... should be hearing the raving of a mad man right now but she's trying to drown that out too.]

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Edited 2010-12-23 23:05 (UTC)

[really, he had not been expecting that. it had been so sudden he nearly dropped his SFC.

but after that brief second where his body tensed in shock, he soon relaxes and just lets out a breath as a small smile forms on his lips. a hand rose to the back of her head as his other arm slowly, if a little awkwardly, encircles around her and holds her.]

No need for apologies. Though do you still want to stay here, or would you rather go somewhere else?

Edited 2010-12-23 23:09 (UTC)

[Currently entirely tense though she's forcing herself to keep from trembling. She'll just keep clinging to him for dear life because she needs to be grounded with the knowledge that there's someone else there that's real.

And then she has to think about it. It's either going out and still being trailed by Creed, or relive the flashbacks of being attacked in her apartment back home.]

... I can't get away no matter what. Your call.

[thinks for a moment, looking up thoughtfully]

Hm...I think it helps that if we're doing something to keep you distracted and your mind focused elsewhere. And yours seems to be a rather difficult case.

[smile!] In that case, lets take a stroll out to the lake and play a game.

[.... what? A stroll and a game? Really?

That gets a laugh of disbelief but a laugh nonetheless. She relaxes then and her grip on him loosens. After a moment of consideration, she looks up at him and quirks an eyebrow.]

... Alright then. I'll bite.

[turns, moving back a little so she can move] You might want a jacket, though, it's a little chilly out there.

[Yep, hands to herself now. She backs off and salutes before going to follow his advice. It doesn't take her long to grab a coat and as she comes back, she musters up a small smile.]

Lead the way.

[though she has her hands to herself, he slips his arm around hers, keeping her close to him as he leads her through. don't even bother trying to get out of this one, it's part of the distraction plan.]

All right, now it's time for the game. It's a rather simple one, really. Do you know of a word game where one person says a word, and then the other person has to say a word that starts with the same letter or syllable?

[... she's not used to having that happen to her. So a bit confused at first before she laughs at the irony.]

I think I can catch on pretty quickly. Let's give it a shot?

[it's great, isn't it?]

To make it easier, any word goes.

So let's see...armadillo.

O... range?

[Half the words coming from her will probably be food-related.]

[most of his will be completely random so.]

Emissary.

Edited 2010-12-24 08:11 (UTC)

Yell.

Liver.

River.

Haha, you rhymed!

Reluctant.

[She laughs.]

You noticed!

Hmm.. Tomato.

Hard to not notice.

Olive.

You secretly a poet?

Energy.

Should we try rhyming next?

Yellow.

On it.

Jello!

Haha, this is going to get a little difficult.

Hm, fellow.

So... you're not secretly a poet?

Mellow.

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