[One might be outside or catching a glimpse of the scenery through the window. But wait, Wasn't it bright and sunny just a moment before? The clouds have rolled in blocking out the golden rays, but they can't obscure them completely. The area is left in a haze of oranges and golds as if a fog had settled in. The door just passed by? Gone. The
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Cue the initial spike in heartrate, though she does very well to keep her expression level. Even when her ears catch the pricking of voices- well, murmurs, really, but they're definitely voices. They send a bizarre shiver up her back, as opposed to down. She grits her teeth a little and keeps moving, a bit lighter on her feet.
She has the sudden, inexplicable fear that she might fall into an open grave otherwise. Just the sort of humour this place has.]
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Not really. And I think I hear dead people talking, so that makes it a really not really.
[Fishing around in pockets for a cigarette and matches.]
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She runs a hand through her hair and looks around. All the whispering sets her teeth on edge, and it doesn't help that he has to so bluntly refer to them as belonging to 'dead people'.]
There was something like this last year, around this time. If it's anything close to it, we should probably be careful.
[Especially since, y'know, she's still unarmed.]
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Brilliant.
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...Very large ones.]
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...Shall we? [He starts walking on, continuing to smoke. Haters gonna hate.]
[Here, ratty ratty ratty.]
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Lenalee thins her lips into a bloodless line and follows after him, shoulders held tense. She has a really bad feeling about this. Maybe it's just her being pessimistic, but everything about this pings her the wrong way; reminds her of the places she'd seen before.
There'd been a lot of violence, she remembers.
S-So...]
I can't fight. [A beat.] Just... so you know.
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[But it's so quick that it doesn't show; he barely recognizes it himself.]
Yeah, I figured that. [He grimaces.] Not good.
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Let's just be careful.
[MAYBE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN...]
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[Yeah no um. Those whispers? They're getting louder. More recognizable. If Lenalee listens carefully, she might hear some familiar people calling her. Komui. Allen. Lavi. Kanda. All her comrades. Some of them sound agonized, some malicious.]
[Tyki, on the other hand, is hearing his Family.]
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And it's sort of like ice slipping into her stomach.
Why aren't you with us, Lenalee? Why aren't you at home? We need you, Lenalee. You've abandoned the War, Lenalee! You aren't helping us. Why aren't you helping us? Don't you care anymore?]
Tyki-
[Her voice goes hoarse halfway through his name, throat suddenly scratchy and painful.] Let's- let's keep moving.
[Please. Please please please please. She feels sick.]
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No objections.
[Quickening his walking.]
This is-- wrong. [As in sick wrong. Messed-up wrong.]
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[But regardless of how quickly they move, it really doesn't seem like the voices dim any. If anything, the words they utter get harsher, crueller, more desperate for help. Tyki, what are you doing with an Exorcist? Look at her, all trusting and helpless. You really ought to figure out your loyalties.
(Lenalee, he's the one that will make Suman Fall; why are you treating him so indifferently? What's wrong with you?)]
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[All loved ones, all with expressions of pure, unadulterated hatred.]
[Komui, eyes narrowed at her. 'I can't love you anymore, Lenalee. It's all your fault, everything.' Allen, Lavi. Kanda, Marie, the the dearly departed, everyone she cares for, chorusing: 'You should disappear.']
[Others are there as well, younger versions of the Noah. Road looks the same, but everyone else fits his Family perfectly to the last one. Cyril. 'You're nothing to me, brother. You're simply a burden.' Road. 'Tykipet, go away and don't come back, you're not one of us.' So on and so on.]
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