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[ 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.]

Date: 2010-12-23 08:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[A bit of a frown and she looks off to the side again. Then some muttering-]

Don't compare Matthew to him.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[... they're completely different. Not that anyone would know, the way she talks about Matthew. But wasn't that the point?

So instead she just sighs and shakes her head.]</small.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
My point wasn't even about Matthew, you know. My point was that you're a patient person, Saya. Or are you going to argue against that?

Date: 2010-12-23 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[She will, actually. A choked laugh.]

Shows how much you know.

No offense, Zen, but... Ha. I'm a secretive person.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
Geez... am I the only person who doesn't keep secrets around here?

But like I said, if you're really letting this get to you, you're weaker than I thought.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[Weak? Weak? THOSE BE FIGHTING WORDS, PRINCEY-

And because really, she's kind of simple-minded and emotional, she's lashing back.]


Hey! That's not fair!

Date: 2010-12-23 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
[A smirk]

Oh? What's not fair?

Date: 2010-12-23 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
I'm not weak, you jerk. Nineteen years of proof against it!

Date: 2010-12-23 08:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
You mean you were strong ever since the moment you were born—as a baby? That's rather... impressive.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
I've got not recollection, I can claim what I want.

Date: 2010-12-23 08:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
I think that defies the rules of logic somewhere.

Date: 2010-12-23 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
Everything defies the rules of logic right here.

Date: 2010-12-23 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
You're telling me you were a magical baby now?

Date: 2010-12-23 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[pffff]

I meant Vatheon, Zen. Here is Vatheon.

Date: 2010-12-23 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
Yeah, but unless you were born here, I don't think that counts.

Date: 2010-12-23 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
... I don't think we're thinking along the same lines of logic, then.

Date: 2010-12-23 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[She manages a grin.]

Is there a kind of royal logic?

Date: 2010-12-23 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
... To be honest, I think nobility tends to lack logic at times.

Date: 2010-12-23 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
[She is largely entertained by now.]

Got a story for me?

Date: 2010-12-23 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
[Good, because he's partly doing this to distract her.]

Let's just say that the stereotype of nobles being greedy and not caring about others is sometimes true.

Date: 2010-12-23 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweeperesque.livejournal.com
Oh the troublesome life of a prince.

Date: 2010-12-24 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] countrybeloved.livejournal.com
I'd say it's more boring than anything else. I spend most of my time studying or doing paperwork inside the palace.

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