video ● eleventh reflection
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ 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.]
[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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Date: 2010-12-23 08:00 am (UTC)Don't compare Matthew to him.
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-23 08:11 am (UTC)So instead she just sighs and shakes her head.]</small.
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-23 08:15 am (UTC)Shows how much you know.
No offense, Zen, but... Ha. I'm a secretive person.
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:17 am (UTC)But like I said, if you're really letting this get to you, you're weaker than I thought.
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:22 am (UTC)And because really, she's kind of simple-minded and emotional, she's lashing back.]
Hey! That's not fair!
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:24 am (UTC)Oh? What's not fair?
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-23 07:34 pm (UTC)I meant Vatheon, Zen. Here is Vatheon.
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Date: 2010-12-23 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-23 11:19 pm (UTC)Is there a kind of royal logic?
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Date: 2010-12-23 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-23 11:35 pm (UTC)Got a story for me?
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Date: 2010-12-23 11:39 pm (UTC)Let's just say that the stereotype of nobles being greedy and not caring about others is sometimes true.
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From:I SAW THE APP. FFFFF. SO GOOD, JAN.
From:FFFF, THANK YOU. <3 I GOT LAZY ON THE HISTORY, CAN YOU TELL.
From:DON'T BLAME YOU. YOU KIND OF HAD 100+ CHAPTERS TO COVER
From:I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS IN HALF OF THEM, TBH
From:ME NEITHER. THERE'S A BOATLOAD OF EXPOSITION CHAPTERS.
From:I PROBABLY COULD'VE SUMMED IT UP AS "TRAIN BEATS PEOPLE UP".
From:SAYA WOULD BE PROUD IF SHE KNEW.
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