XXVII

[rashness]

[ Voice ]

Where's Pilouette? [ But he knows. He suspects, at least. He didn't see her when he watched everyone come in. He was then reminded people died, and today that people are coming back. But still not her - he hasn't seen her and he doesn't know. He sounds somewhat lost, he sounds choked up. He half wants to just leave the journal behind and...

Precis... ] I want to- ... Wait, what was that!

[ And then it cuts off- ]

[ Action ]

[ Because his house just vanished. So did the pool There's just a grassy field with a tree in the middle of it. Shiemi was out somewhere and now it's just him and Skarmy, Shiemi's seven foot tall murderbird of steel. Her and Rin loo confused at each other. And then Skarmy squawks at him before making to fly off. Rin ends up flipping her the bird before going to collect Midori the turtle and go off to look all over down for where his house just vanished to ]

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[video]

[rashness]

[ What... does one even say to that. He frowns to himself at this, and then tries to thin of a reply. He tries to pretend he's not thinking that himself a little, and that he's any more in control of his emotions than this guy. But... ]

Oi, this ain't a chat people should be having on the journals.

[video] CRIPES, I'm sorry, the tag got lost in the flood of meme notifications

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He stares back a moment longer, desperate, before the answer sinks in and he blinks and nods faintly, dropping his gaze in quiet surrender.]

M'sorry. [He studies his hands, biting the inside of his cheek.] ...I should go. Thanks for your help.

[video] haha that happens

[rashness]

Oi. You could come to Seventh Heaven or somethin' if you wanna talk more.

[ Just not the journals. Not causing problems for him and possibly others with a public dumping. But he frowns a little more ]

[video] welp my bad

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Maybe later.

[Although at this point he's feeling more inclined towards hitting the Battledome and burning as many hours as he has the energy for with holographic punching bags and sparring sessions. Sweating out his emotions has never failed him -- but the sense of freedom never lasts long.]

[video]

[rashness]

Alright. I work there, so.

[ That's it, probably ]