((Back from vacation, Utena unvamped, and "normal" operations resumed. I took a terribly long and terribly fun trip with my Father and two younger brothers on the east coast of the United States. I haven't been there in years, and haven't seen my father much either, so it was a rather awesome treat ( Read more... )

"Mama's still not here, it's making me worry. I wonder what's taking her so long? It shouldn't take so long ( Read more... )

Utena types on Nellie's computer journal as the car jets through the space between universes.

"Okay ( Read more... )

Utena is extremely tired, and it is clearly visible. What was supposed to result in control has turned into an unkillable hunger--A stack of mauled waffles sit next to her, her frenzied eyes darting about the room as she thinks about what she should do.

"Mama, give in. Ask for something to eat...look for something! I haven't seen you feed for--" ( Read more... )

"You know what I think? After studying so much?"

Utena sighs and leans against the GTI with Marian, who nods knowingly. They both speak at the same time.

"MIKAGE'S A VAMPIRE."

Utena emerges from her former door, the bloodied and tired Marian safe in her arms. Her search party follows behind, and with a smile, she looks upon the nexus in total relief. It's finally over. A few more steps, and they're at the GTI, eagerly opened up. The little girl is placed in the passenger's seat, then Utena takes her own ( Read more... )

Utena's former door is pried open by Marian, who stands front of it, unafraid. A breeze comes from the darkness of the room, making the yellow tape stuck to the door and its frame float in an etherial, somewhat disturbing manner. She tilts her head as the door seems to groan in greeting, calling her. She cringes at the smell of the other side--It's ( Read more... )

At their temporary camp in the nexus, there are papers spewed about the area, covered in crayon drawings of various symbols. Marian is at the center of them, humming happily and scribbling away. On top of Utena's car, in which the girl is listening to the radio, there is a sign that says 'will the man who gave this car to mama plese come hear?' ( Read more... )

Utena's door has yellow tape all over it, and loud, metallic banging and grinding can be heard going on on the inside. A note is hastilly tacked up on the door ( Read more... )

Utena is laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with her legs crossed. The sound of pounding, grinding metal can be heard faintly downstairs, but she barely hears it. She has a television now, and it's on, playing to no one but itself. She stretches, yawning, then hops off of the bed. The girl trots over to her table and takes a seat, opening ( Read more... )