video ● eleventh reflection

[straying]

[ 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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[countrybeloved.livejournal.com]

[His voice is clear and without hesitance as he shouts.]

Saya, get a hold or yourself!

[Action]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't hesitate. The moment he sees the video he goes to find her and why did he leave her alone, he knew these were getting worse--

Because they can't face these alone, and he knows who she is seeing.

He knows the curse has gotten worse. Because Leila, trailing mournfully behind him, has a dagger in her chest.

But he ignores that, to the best of his ability, for there are more important things to worry about right now.

And then he throws open the door to her apartment.]

Saya! Hey!

[nippon-ga-yo.livejournal.com]

...

*As someone who made that world a reality, Japan knows who she is talking about. This is a quite predicament.*

Minatsuki-san. Get a hold of yourself. He is not real, merely an illusion. Call out to Matt-san if you must.

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[All at once the urge to help Saya hit him like a tidal wave. She had done the same for him and now it was his turn to return the favor. She was the first friend Demyx had actually made in this odd city, or at least the closest.]}

Saya! Hey! Where are you? It's Dem! C'mon--Pick up!

[Video] This is likely to eventually become an Action thread. |D

[chivalryphoenix.livejournal.com]

Miss Saya?!

[Have a concerned Flynn wearing...casual clothes, sword still strapped around his waist, though. He's more than willing to run straight for her apartment, regardless of certain people following him around, taunting him.]

Are you alright? Where are you?

[aimforthesun.livejournal.com]

Saya-chan!?

[Screw his parents—right now, all he can focus on is this.]

[ninjaservant.livejournal.com]

[of all the people—]

Saya! It's not real, it's just an illusion!

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Your spook getting to you a bit too much?

[video] i am laaaaate

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. Not her too. There's something fundamentally wrong about seeing her of all people in such a state.]

Saya... Saya!