( catch-all )

[tzaraisen]

Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others
What: April catch-all, including aftermath things
When: April
Where: Places
Warning(s): will warn appropriately

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[tutorb]

I am a wraith of my word, Percival, for I have little else to offer.

[ As insidious a force of habit as it is, it isn't as if she shares her findings. Thoughts are only ever for her own personal entertainment. But for someone so quickly respectful of her plight as he had been... she is willing to make more than a little conscious effort to abstain. ]

[ She awaits him patiently, waits for him to get comfortable with the orb (now bearing a handful of unpleasant scratches amidst its smoother celestial markings) before she manifests, her ghostly figure hovering across from his seat rather than logically to the side as if to share the couch. Hardly matters anyway. As for his question, her face remains sedate, though her brow does furrow faintly. ]

Given all I have been hearing about it, it seems that just about everyone was in more ways than one. But yes, if you mean to ask whether I was taken... [ For that, she cracks a cool smile. ] A strange choice of candidate, wouldn't you say?

[tzaraisen]

There's no need to be modest. Your company is more amiable and tolerable than most.

[ There's something about conversing with someone just as no-nonsense and blunt as he is. At times, it makes for incredibly frustrating (and perhaps infuriating) interactions, but ultimately, he appreciates brevity and confidence.

His fingers trace over the various scratches on the orb itself, frowning at their presence. His eyes travel back to the manifestation of Sandra, frown deepening as she confirms his fears. She's right— it's getting increasingly difficult to find a refugee who wasn't affected by the kidnappings. ]

To say the least. I don't understand how they chose their captives. There was a frail and sickly elderly woman among us... [ He trails off. He'd never been able to see if she'd made it or not, having succumbed to his own madness and injuries before too long. It's not a pleasant thought to dwell on, so he diverts his gaze back down to the orb. ]

These scratches... were they meant to inflict pain on you?