For lastvoyages: Journal Entry 30 [written+spam]

[feels_no_love]

[private for Armand]
She's gone. I'm...a bit out of sorts.

[Evening spam for Gardens]
[Dracula stands under the arbor, surrounded by late season roses, still as a statue. Dry leaves and dead rose petals pile against his boots. His eyes glow steadily. He knows he has some obligation or another this evening, but he can't remember it. Something gnaws

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[private]

[young_idealist]

I know.

This... I am sorry you lost her. I wonder though if there might yet be a feisty lady somewhere for you.

[private]

[feels_no_love]

Relearning emotions is incredibly unpleasant sometimes. I don't even have a name for this one.

To make matters worse, Franklin is gone as well.

[private]

[young_idealist]

I... realize that. It is hard to know it in my gut, what you're going through, but I want to help as much as I can.

Franklin? Oh... do you know why?

Naming it... don't worry about that, please. Simply feel it.

[private]

[feels_no_love]

I am trying to keep the pain from backing me off of the continued learning of emotion, but it is bloody difficult.

It feels like there are holes in me the very shape of the missing people.

[Gardens spam]

[yeerkwarveteran]

[Rachel is in her element. She's beaten up someone. She's alive. So she's stalking around the garden, smiling.]

[Gardens spam]

[feels_no_love]

[Two glowing points of silver light flick around watching her as the dark, white-faced figure stands statue still. He's actually in anything but a predatory mood, but he's still big and creepy.]

Re: [Gardens spam]

[yeerkwarveteran]

[Rachel can tell when people are staring Drac.]

...You all right?

[Gardens spam]

[feels_no_love]

[He looked a little embarrassed, softening his appearance somewhat.]

Just...remembering a friend who isn't here anymore. She was...into...roses.

[Private.]

[expectremorse]

[It came completely out of the blue. A sense of his sister being gone-no-it wasn't his sister it was someone. He missed someone. But who? He missed Angelina a lot but..

Something drew him to Dracula.]

....Are you all right?

[All the concern.]

[Private]

[feels_no_love]

One of the people I had chosen to join us is gone now.

I really liked her too.

[Private]

[expectremorse]

[Oh. Oh.

Hoffman doesn't know how to feel about this. On the one hand...it's heartbreaking. This person he never knew. On the other-he knows what the man is feeling.]

...I'm-

[feeling it.]

I'm sorry.

[Private]

[feels_no_love]

It will pass. I am just...startled by the strength of it. I'm relearning emotions and the living...you all feel things so intensely.

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[Lua doesn't know the story, all she knows is that he's late and she can see him from their usual spot and he should have seen her and come over by now. Something's not right in the way he's standing, might even be wrong, and what can she do but try to help? She comes up to him on soft, silent feet, no words until she can see him better, but even if his eyes aren't seeing, he should hear the crunch of the leaves as she approaches.]

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

Hello Lua. I'm sorry. I forgot our appointment, didn't I? [he turns to her, almost silently save for a faint crunch.]

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[She's learned not to let what could be wrong spin in her head until she got there, but now that she sees him, it's pretty bad, whatever it is. Something's hurting him, and while she doesn't know what she can do for him just yet, she has to know. She steps closer, eyes serious and offering him whatever kindness he wants to take.] What is it?

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

[He swallows and his chest heaves slightly; he looks down.] Someone I was close to, someone I had chosen to join my...family...left. Had to leave probably. She may be free or she may be dead. But she's gone, and there's naught to be done about it.