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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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He follows, perching on the arm of the couch.]

It is. But even if it seems bad now...it will dull.

[Talking from experience, yep yep. And he grins.]

What are you so afraid of? You're already dead. He's not going to be able to kill you again, since he's not really there.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Why does he always have the uncanny ability to ask the million dollar question?

After all that she's said, after all this time that she's been able to laugh about it, she doesn't want to admit that part of her wants to live again. Or that Vatheon's as close as she'll get for a while.]

Zombies are one thing... he's something else entirely.

[A shiver runs down her spine and she just shakes her head. Pulling the blanket over so it asks as a bit of a hood, as if that'll help drown out the voice of the ghost.]

Funny how these things play with your emotions.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He nods, clasping his hands in front of him.]

Of course he is. He's the assassin that killed you.

[...Sigh.]

You are aware that it is normal to be afraid of the person who killed you, right?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... just because it's normal doesn't mean I have to like it.

[With her blanket hood, she pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head atop them.

It's official. She's upset.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Find me someone who does like this week.

[He shakes his head.]

Are you going to be able to hold it together?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[At that, she does manage to laugh, though it's an exhausted one.]

I'm down, but I'm not out.

Though I admit my current plan is that if I stay up long enough, I'll be too tired to have nightmares.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

...Sounds like a decent plan to me.

How will we spend the time? Do you have any games?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... pfff. She cracks a smile at that.]

Don't tell me we're going to play Monopoly.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...whut?]

...Monopoly?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Most monotonous way to pass time ever.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

...When I said game, I was thinking something entertaining.

I thought you would have more suggestions than I would.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I don't spend much time indoors.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I can't say I do either.

[A thoughtful pause.]

But if you aren't going to sleep and you aren't going to move from that couch, I'd say we're stuck right here.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[......]

If I were to give up the second demand, where would we go?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

...The rooftops are usually a good start.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Vague.

[She considers it for a moment... and then she doesn't need any more than that. Getting up and tossing the blanket back onto the couch, yup.]

Let's go?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

After you.

[He'll follow her out and onto the roof.

They can't leave their ghosts behind, but...maybe they can pretend for a time.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[It's so aggravating to have Creed follow her, you have no idea. Takes all of her energy to keep from just breaking out into a run as soon as she hits the rooftop.]

Places to go or are we just running?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He gives it a moment's thought.]

We can start by just running. How about a race?

I've never been quite sure who won.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Hah, you're on. Ready- go!

[She sticks her tongue out at him and she's off.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

H-hey!

[And he bolts after her, grinning. This is better than the panicked state she'd been in before, at least.]

Just remember that you got a head start!

[And he pulls even with her, grinning cheekily.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Then she laughs.]

Head starts don't mean anything when you don't have a destination! We're just beginning!

[Amping up the speed a bit more.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Just running, huh?

[He calls after her, but after a few paces, he ups the speed as well, passing her up this time.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

A light jog, really!

[She's got a lot of pent-up energy. It's not long before she passes him up too.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He trails for a moment, shaking his head.]

Well, no better way to waste some time and get a workout.