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[ ... It's strange. When Ange comes back from the mission she went on to get Battler's departure of her mind, she decides to visit her mother first, just quickly - just to make sure she's okay now, although she doesn't doubt it, Kyrie's pretty strong, after all.. but instead the house just seems really quiet, and no matter where she looks in it, it's like there's nobody there. She can already guess what it means, which is why she soundlessly drops on the floor with a near empty-looking expression as she opens the journal and tries to contact her mother that way. ... Still.. nothing.
No way. No way-- first Battler left, and now her mother did too, and neither times was she even allowed to say goodbye? Silently she shakes her head to herself, but instead Ange notices that she's already start crying. It's unfair, too unfair-- losing her family at the start of October twice by now..
It takes a long time before she even stops crying. But even then she doesn't move from where she's sitting, she completely lacks the power and will to do so. She doesn't even feel like going home anymore, even if that's only right next door to the house she's in right now. She just...
... After what seems like an eternity it still takes way too much effort to make herself open the journal, writing in it with shaky fingers, the words empty and meaningless. ]
For those that hadn't noticed yet, Battler Ushiromiya left Luceti a little while ago.
As of this morning, Kyrie Ushiromiya is gone as well.
( ooc: i'll be slow on tags since i have quite the backlog, so please bear with me! )
No way. No way-- first Battler left, and now her mother did too, and neither times was she even allowed to say goodbye? Silently she shakes her head to herself, but instead Ange notices that she's already start crying. It's unfair, too unfair-- losing her family at the start of October twice by now..
It takes a long time before she even stops crying. But even then she doesn't move from where she's sitting, she completely lacks the power and will to do so. She doesn't even feel like going home anymore, even if that's only right next door to the house she's in right now. She just...
... After what seems like an eternity it still takes way too much effort to make herself open the journal, writing in it with shaky fingers, the words empty and meaningless. ]
For those that hadn't noticed yet, Battler Ushiromiya left Luceti a little while ago.
As of this morning, Kyrie Ushiromiya is gone as well.
( ooc: i'll be slow on tags since i have quite the backlog, so please bear with me! )

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No, two. They had the same surname, too...were they family? No, that wasn't even a question. That aching feeling started welling up in his chest again...as if something important to him was torn out. Chances to create new bonds...the chance to understand worlds beyond his own...and he'd foregone them.
Now he's too late to try and pick up what's left.
It hurt him more than he'd liked. So much more; it was unbearable, in fact, especially since he'd glimpsed so many others sharing the same pain this person must have been feeling. The tears stream down a little as he curls up in his bed, wallowing in his own self-loathing, wishing he could try to encourage the people whose hearts were just destroyed by the Malnosso. And yet, nothing escaped his lips.
Souji felt weak. He was weak.]
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...So he takes the pen and writes a small response.]
...My condolences.
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She glances at the journal, doesn't recognize the name added to the message. It deflates her motivation to write even further, but she feels so.. so empty that her hand ends up moving and writing back without thinking. ]
Did you know either of them?
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Something in him told him to back away, not say anything--but the god lingering in his mind urged him to go on. 'You won't know until you try', to paraphrase its cryptic way of speaking--so he writes back, slightly shakily.]
No, I don't...but I know what it's like to lose family. [...And it was hard to sound sincere about that when it's just letters on paper. The temptation to switch was staggering.]
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Oh, she's got is]
Ange, meet me in the plaza in two hours!
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Even though her writing seems like the usual, the bite behind it is fully gone. The words are empty. ]
What do you want from me?
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Geez.
It's only since she's talked to other people before that that she can even move, honestly. She isn't entirely sure why she's even following what Haruhi said to begin with - it's not like she usually would've, right? But she's still much too tired to argue, even after listening to other people. So even though after those two hours she does bother to show up at the plaza, she's sticking to a very quiet corner of it, as if she still doesn't want to be noticed. Or maybe if
senpaiHaruhi doesn't notice her, she can just take that as an excuse to leave again. Her gaze is averted towards the ground, either way, so it's not like she could even spot the other girl. ](no subject)
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Wow I forgot where I was actually going with this... Oh I'll improvise...
LMFAO i'm sorry for the slow tags...
it's okay I'm slow too...
we'll just slowly backtag into oblivion..
yes...
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Ange...
[What can he say? What could anyone say? His very first conversation with her was just about this sort of thing. How family leave and you're just the one stuck behind having to carry on without them.]
Do you have somewhere else to stay? [Because he knows, he knows what it's like to have that place haunted with memories, it's enough to make anyone willing to have regrets.] And either way... you might want to get out for a little while. If someone better doesn't beat me to it, come join me for a walk, eh?
[His fist clenches tightly on something and his voice gets quiet.] You're not alone here, I promise.
[He's not sure how much it's worth coming from him, but it's the best he can do, and he does mean it.]
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She ponders answering the questions, being rational, pretending she's okay. It's much easier as she writes to not show her emotions, even though they're playing up more than ever. There are several things written down and then promptly scratched out again before she seems to settle on something - the honest truth, really. ]
I don't know if I can get up.
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[He gets it. He really really gets it. If anything, he considers her braver than him for at least being able to openly admit this sort of thing, where he'd just probably never let it show.]
I can bring food or cards or we can talk or just not talk. I just know I wouldn't want to be alone if that happened to me, eh?
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Brocon without bro is dangerous.Wait, I don't even dare to think that without mentally striking it out. Seriously, Ushiromiya... I feel bad for you, but... what can I say here?
What did we say last time? About the -- burger thing--']
Ah...
That's really awful, Ushiromiya... I hope you don't feel... too "cold."
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[ She doesn't want to reply with voice herself, so she just writes - it's easier, she doesn't have to control her expression or tone then, words are more neutral and easier to hide behind at a time like this. It means that even though she hardly means what she writes, it still comes across as her usual deadpan.
As if she's fine, even when she's the opposite of it.
Or so she hopes. ]
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['Wait, what the hell am I supposed to get from that...?'
He can't really imagine her being normal at a time like this, so... he's not getting the deadpan vibe from it at all.]
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[Written]
A small dot appears on the page, where his pen is touching the paper. A moment later, he write out the words.]
You have my condolences, Ange-san.
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She tries to write, but it just comes out lifeless. ]
Thanks. I wasn't looking for it though by writing that.
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[Who really do, normally?
There's a pause, before he writes again.]
Do you want company?
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[Written] -> [Action]
[Action]
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[voice]
[They had a few chats, and while he and Reimu weren't close, she liked talking to him, at least. She'll sigh, and shake her head.]
If he shows up again, I'm going to make sure he gets tied down and enticed with the things he wants to touch - and can't. [Yes, she means the bountiful bouncing boobies he was so keen on wanting to touch around Luceti - though she probably won't go through with that.]
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Good luck with that. He's the kind of guy that just does whatever he wants, tying him down would be difficult. [ Darnit, thinking about it, the memories just hurt more now. ]
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[Reimu pauses for a moment, and then says quietly:] Sorry. Should have been a little more understanding. Are you his little sister, by chance? I know Battle-san was screaming over the network some time ago that his sister was dating some punk kid. That's how I started talking to him, I think.
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But somehow she feels like she has to keep appearances up even more so in front of her - thank god it's easier to seem normal through writing, despite how awful she feels. ]
Don't worry about me. [ she's trying to think of what to say that won't be too suspicious, but she feels.. so empty.. ] .. How about you? Are you okay?
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Do you want some company? [It's all he'll send. If she says no, then he'll just talk with her through the journal.]
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... I don't know.
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We don't have to meet up. I can just stay here and talk to you, if it'll help.
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wow, html, what were you doing up there..
using magiiiic
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