[So, it's been about a month since Mokuren got her powers back and already she misses not having to watch herself every minute of every day to make sure she doesn't sing. She now knows that in Mayfield, the effects of her singing only last a day, and didn't she feel silly the day after that first incident when the lawn and the garden were perfectly ( Read more... )

[26th of may: Mokuren received a letter containing orders to kill some boy she had never heard of before, a picture of Zai Tess Shion, and another of a teenage girl with straight black hair, and a nine-year-old boy with pale blue hair, neither of whom she had ever seen before. She thought she could vaguely make out a Kiches mark obscured by the ( Read more... )

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[Mokuren doesn't want to talke openly about the recent altercation between Billy and the Librarian, but she's still green as the first buds in spring and wants some context and information. She tries to phrase her request in a way that won't be too suspicious, with a view of meeting with those who respond in person ( Read more... )

ACTION: [Huh? Mokuren comes to in the kitchen of 336 Brady Lane, where she, or drone-her, or whichever drone she just replaced, had apparently been cooking. But this isn't her kitchen. This isn't the house she was in before. She drops the knife she hadn't even noticed was in her hand, and goes into the living room, where a schmaltzy portrait of ( Read more... )

[Mokuren had just come back from her first day working at the flower shop. It wasn't as bad as she expected. Though her empathy with plants had not diminished, she didn't have her powers, so at least she did not have to hear the flowers cry in pain when she picked them. Kiches had to be philosophical about plants, anyway. Still, the awareness that ( Read more... )

[Phone] Duster has been acting strangely this past week. 'Droned', is that what you call it? Is there a way to tell if this is permanent? It's so bizarre, seeing him like this ( Read more... )

[Mokuren is in her front yard, kneeling next to the young oak tree, with her ear to its trunk, muttering. She hasn't even bothered to get dressed this morning, and she's getting grass stains on her white nightgown. She looks haggard, as if she hasn't gotten enough sleep. She hits the tree once with her fist, as if that might get a reaction out of ( Read more... )

[Mokuren doesn't recall being moved into a bed, but maybe Shion moved her while she was unconscious. She feels guilty for worrying him, although there's nothing to be done. Shukaido's vaccination didn't work - she's going to die anyway. In fact, shouldn't she be dead already ( Read more... )

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