Vingt-quatrième Grimoire [drone filter]

[wizardoftheweek]

I've never been fond of gambling.

... For those of you who were aquainted with Rebecca, I can officially say that she has left us. Her drone is insufferable.

A lot of people seem to be "arriving" lately... hmm... I would estimate the number of "people" as opposed to "drones" to be somewhere in the range of four hundred. A staggering number, all things considered. I'm sure the efforts to escape are being worked on as I speak. My skills are at the disposal of anyone doing as much.

Oh, and Marisa... we need to talk. About several things.

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[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

What do you mean "why not"? You're being irrational.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[She grabs Patchy's arm.]

How is that being irrational?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Marisa! -Patchouli winces, unable to pull her arm away.-

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

I don't-

I-

[Marisa can't hold back the sob that's been building up for a while now.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-And Patchouli just helplessly looks at her. She doesn't know what to do. She'd never seen the witch like this before. It was... she hated it. She hated seeing her cry. She hated seeing her like this. She hated what made her like this. And she wished, with all she could, that she had the power to make it better...

But she didn't even know what to do to comfort the other girl. She felt completely useless.-

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[Marisa was horribly embarrassed by it but there was nothing she could do. It had been building up for so long. This was one of her friends they were talking about. Marisa buried her face in Patchouli's shoulder and let the tears flow. She was a bit too proud to actually make any noise but the salty liquid poured forth regardless.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-It... it sort of came to her at once. She'd done this before. Not in her own position, but in Marisa's. With Saber... she'd done this. She'd cried like this. What had saber done?

... Slowly, she closed her arms around Marisa, just gently holding the other girl. It was a step, at least.-

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[Marisa honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been giving a hug but...it felt good. Oh so very relaxing. Even if she was just starting to dry up, she returned the favor by putting her arms around Patchouli too.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-It did feel good. It put her at ease to know she was at least of some help. She still couldn't find any words to say but... something told her that they wouldn't do any good anyways.-

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

...hey, Patchouli.

[That came out a bit muffled since Marisa's face was still buried in her shoulder.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

... Yes, Marisa?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

You better not forget about me.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-... a smile.-

I promise. I don't think I could live with myself if I did.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[squeeze]

Thanks.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Though...

There is something else we need to talk about as well.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[pulling back and wiping her face on her own shirt]

Huh? What's that?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

About Gokudera.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

What about him?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

You've been harassing him.

About me.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

So?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

... So I'd like you to stop, please. It seems you have some misunderstandings. He and I are allies. Nothing more. Those clothes he borrowed were Inuyasha's. I accidentally lit his other clothes on fire.

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[leaning up close to peer into Patchouli's face]

That so?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

... Yes. That is so. -LEEEEEEANING BACK.-

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

It seems a little suspicious.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

How is it suspicious?