Eleventh Truth [Video]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[The Medicine Seller sits in one of the gardens, perfectly serene, watching the leaves fall and sipping a cup of tea.]

Well.

That was... interesting.

[Says the guy who spent the event trying to hold off other people's demons while dissolving into nothing.]

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[disjointed_dead]

[The returned video is dark with a slightly darker shadow in one corner. A very soft, intermittent creak can be heard, but it's not discernible as coming from a human throat.]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[Well, THAT gets his attention. His Mononoke Senses are going through the goddamn roof.]

[He narrows his eyes briefly, lowering his teacup and scanning the shadows on the screen, trying to discern a shape to them.]

[disjointed_dead]

[The feed remains unchanged for several moments. Then abruptly the camera tilts, revealing a light patch that might be a face. The image begins to distort, though, going grainy and elongating oddly.]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[The Medicine Seller keeps his eyes on the feed, setting his teacup aside entirely and reaching slowly into a drawer of his medicine chest.]

...Good afternoon.

[last_liar]

What was?

[tadanokusuriuri]

...Ah.

Nothing.

[A longer beat.] Are you... settling in well?

[last_liar]

Well enough, I guess. I'm finding my way around okay. This place is really big.

[tadanokusuriuri]

Hm.

And the event?

[demiurgos_girl]

It was hell.

[tadanokusuriuri]

It was... likely intended to be.

[demiurgos_girl]

I'm definitely not arguing with that. [She smiles in a rueful "I hate my life" sort of way.] I wonder what the theme was. Everyone seemed to be affected with something from their own lives.

[tadanokusuriuri]

...Probably...

Fear.