Appointments Post

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This is a post for threading with seiriald at anytime and anywhere if you'd rather not make a log or post about it. It can be in person (action) or through the journal features of (voice only), forward-dating and back-dating are acceptable

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[voice, april 30th]

[falenandawn]

[Frey's been worried sick since the last experiment ended and Kaori had run off. He'd tried looking, but eventually he'd taken ill and couldn't even see straight, let alone search.

So he resorted to the journal instead.] Kaori.....? Please, are you all right?

[voice, april 30th]

[seiriald]

[Hey, it's the voice of one of those imposters. Even though she has had several days to calm down, that doesn't stop the way her body cringes horribly when she hears his voice from that blasted book.

It had to happen eventually, right? There weren't that many places to hide here.]

Re: [voice, april 30th]

[falenandawn]

[If Kaori listens carefully, she might notice his voice is raspy and just a little faint from the fever. He's trying to keep it even, though.]

....I kept looking for you, you know. I don't know why you ran, but... I want to know you are all right. To talk. [He had an idea of why, but....] If you don't want to come back yet... at least keep yourself safe. Please, Kaori.

[voice, april 30th]

[seiriald]

[The condition of his voice briefly catches her attention, but she tried to ignore it. If she doesn't she'll go straight back to him, and she's not ready for that yet.

So... he was worried? Why would he be?]

[voice - September 1]

[imatreenow]

[He had made several attempts at contacting her in the weeks after his escape from imprisonment, but eventually grew tired of the empty pang of disappointment that echoed more loudly with each failure. The question of when she would come back has run through his mind day after day. Quickly, he's realizing he needs her (a friend, someone) now more than ever. He's a mess, and trying not to be, but it doesn't work like that. So he opens the journal once more.]

Kaori? Are you there? Can you hear this? [He'll wait, forcing down a swell of timid hope.]

[voice - September 1]

[tinyjasmine]

[Kaori had been playing with some blades of grass outside, the magical book that had appeared beside her when she woke up this morning flat on the ground. Though she didn't quite understand how to use it yet, it was nice to hear people talk and all sorts of fun stuff. But a lot of what she had heard over the past few days had also been scary.

Not that hearing her name being called out was scary, but it was definitely unexpected! Peeking into the frame she'll pick it up, wondering just who it could be.] Hello...?

[voice - September 1]

[imatreenow]

[...this is neither of the two expected results. Except for the disappointment: he was half-prepared for that.]

...Who are you? [But there's something...familiar about...]

[voice - September 1]

[tinyjasmine]

My name is Kaori. [Tilting her head to the side, she continues to look curiously at the picture of Mithos in the tiny frame. He was certainly pretty...]

You called me, mister?

[voice - November 5th]

[imatreenow]

[Mithos has been back from his brief tangle with death for a day now, and with his journal now in his possession once more, it seems very necessary to call on the only person who he can call 'friend'. Times like these call for support, and not just because he's lost function in one leg. Unable to live on his own in this condition, he finds himself in a...less than ideal living situation. He doesn't know; he really just doesn't know. But speaking with Kaori always helps...]

Kaori, it's me... I just wanted to talk. [It feels like it's been too long. He wonders if she was alright while he was gone.]

[voice - November 5th]

[falenandawn]

[Too bad for for Mithos that Kaori isn't around. it seems she forgot her journal in the living room today. Don't worry, though. Frey is lounging on the couch, reading a book he had picked up earlier, so he'll be happy to take a message!

Or not, because he recognizes that voice. picking up the journal, he keeps his voice calm, but there is a clear tone of dislike there.] She isn't here.

[voice - November 5th] 1/2

[imatreenow]

[...Not what he expected, and far from what he needs.]

[voice - November 5th]

[imatreenow]

[Fierce anger and hatred overtake his expression as his heart plummets into his stomach. You humans are all the same, aren't you? Then-]

Where is she? What did you do to her?