jealousy injures us with the dagger of self-doubt

[bridgetroll]

[Death has shaken her will more than she thought, but Parsee never was one to run from pain she deserved. She picks up the phone and calls the whole town.]

A week or so ago, some of you might have suddenly found yourselves feeling very, very....jealous. Did these feelings make you hurt yourself? Or someone you care about? I don't know- in fact, I

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[miraclexcurse]

[ Giving out your address was a silly move, Parsee! Spacey Hina hasn't seen you yet. She'll disregard the jealousy stuff because she's just so happy to know you're here too.

She'll be stumbling down the street and pausing in front of the house. ]

PARSEE~!
Parsee, Parsee! You're here too!!! When'd that happen? How are you?

[bridgetroll]

[Oh

OH GOD WHY YOU noooo not the derp nooo t-too cute cannot handle]

Wh-when did you get here! Go away!

[miraclexcurse]

I've been here for a while! Oh, this is great! I'm so glad to see you! [ Ignoring that 'go way' part. ] Parsee, do you go to school here too?

[bridgetroll]

Then it's your unlucky day to finally run into me.

[asdfghjlk]

And no! Do I look like a little kid to you?

[hellooo_witch]

Why, dear, why would you want such a thing? Surely there's a better way to solve this...

[bridgetroll]

I guess I could kill myself and save everyone the trouble, but hell- I don't even have the decency to do that.

[hellooo_witch]

Come now. Whatever you've done or have had done to you, I'm sure it's nothing that can't be worked out by talking reasonably like adults. Why don't you tell me what happened?

[bridgetroll]

Oh, now you assume I'm mature? How kind of you. I'm jealous.

[a quiet little snarl of laughter]

And, in fact, jealousy itself is exactly what happened! I can manipulate it, and one day I decided to screw around with anyone unlucky enough to be near me.

[strike_you_out]

... ... ...

[Slugger hangs up the phone without speaking. He knew escape was what Parsee had wanted -- even if only for a single day at most -- just like every one of his previous victims, and he was more than pleased to oblige. But never before has he been thanked for the job. It's as though the very notion of it remains beyond his scope of comprehension, possibly in part because he's never encountered a "client" who could come back to life and tell him about it.

For the rest of the night, he's unable to form an opinion either way. The following afternoon, after an uneventful day at school, he's on his way back home. Still dazed with thought, he doesn't notice Parsee as he passes her house.]

[bridgetroll]

[But she notices him, from her place on the porch where she hasn't moved. And her brow furrows in thought as she tries to remember the last few moments of her life before her death. Wasn't there...a voice she knew?

She stands.]

Hey.

[strike_you_out]

[There's a delay in response time but her voice manages to penetrate his thoughts. Upon spotting her he pauses, eyes going wide for the briefest moment. He doesn't say anything and simply waits to see what she wants...]

[bridgetroll]

[She watches him, trying to remember the blurry shapes and brief whisper of a voice of that time in more clarity. It- this hunch-]

You....was it...

[wetten]

[ 'watching' from the doorway. funny, really, how they've never had a word to say to eachother despite living in the same house. ]

[bridgetroll]

[welcome to the Mizuhashi household.

she glances over her shoulder, feeling that gaze.]

You can take a potshot too, if you want.

[wetten]

[ there's nothing for her to say. nothing whatsoever, even though she knows about this feeling, has felt it from other people - her mother, elis, hei.

she shakes her head. ]

[bridgetroll]

[Her hands clench into fists, although her expression doesn't change. Will no one in this damn town punish her? Parsee turns away again.]

Fine. It doesn't matter anyway.