[ Its small, but the inital silence the figure gives her at the name Shin Tsukimi is enough for her words to connect to a spiders thread of memory. A dark school of the dead, a murder of several unknown faces, and Sou's body, still and silent and missing a soul. ]
This is a rescue. [ Muttered to herself. A rescue a rescue a rescue. She's here for something good. Save someone in the dark, its possible. She came here alone, without any help or any magic, but its possible. There's magic enough in this school to get her through, her own soul should be able to withstand Sou's for a while, just focus on what this is. A rescue a rescue a rescue....
The blood sloshes around her feet, she cracks an eye open in time for its hands to meet her wrist, pulling her in shocked muteness into position. Up close, its face is worse then nothing. ]
W-wait. [ Her hands try to twitch, but her finger's on the trigger. With the cold metal on her temple the fear is almost to much to move, lest one small movement spell her doom. ] Y-you're wrong. He's not dead. I've met him.
[ She knows the shape of him, and this isn't it. She's not sure what to do, too scared to struggle, unsure about fighting back. There isn't anyone else here to take cues from. Just her...
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She looks the thing in the eye. When its just her, all she can do is be brave. ]
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Date: 2022-01-20 10:47 am (UTC)This is a rescue. [ Muttered to herself. A rescue a rescue a rescue. She's here for something good. Save someone in the dark, its possible. She came here alone, without any help or any magic, but its possible. There's magic enough in this school to get her through, her own soul should be able to withstand Sou's for a while, just focus on what this is. A rescue a rescue a rescue....
The blood sloshes around her feet, she cracks an eye open in time for its hands to meet her wrist, pulling her in shocked muteness into position. Up close, its face is worse then nothing. ]
W-wait. [ Her hands try to twitch, but her finger's on the trigger. With the cold metal on her temple the fear is almost to much to move, lest one small movement spell her doom. ] Y-you're wrong. He's not dead. I've met him.
[ She knows the shape of him, and this isn't it. She's not sure what to do, too scared to struggle, unsure about fighting back. There isn't anyone else here to take cues from. Just her...
...
She looks the thing in the eye. When its just her, all she can do is be brave. ]
Where is Shin Tsukimi?