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animus_network2012-09-20 07:12 pm
extraordinarily) wrote in animus_network2012-09-20 07:12 pm
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This has to end.
I'm getting really annoyed at all the memories I'm gaining, and the pain that comes with them. I don't want to see the memories that don't belong to me: especially when they're supposed to be private.
... And Satou-chan, if you're reading this: we need to talk.
[action; floor 39]
[She knows how much pain Satou's been through. And the fact that 'Satou' wasn't even her real name. Of course, she didn't necessarily care, or even want to know why she decided to scrap it. But even though she understood, she had to distract herself.
In this case, it was to use magic to carve things into the walls, the floors, everywhere. One of the things she does is put this symbol on the floor, as large as she can. Another is to use the walls to write the same thing over and over, like an ominous sign. "I am Haruhi."
It's her way to keep her from forgetting her 'true' name, her true self. But if anyone shows up, there might be more than one problem on their hands. Because not only was she destroying the floor, she was hurting herself, using a kitchen knife to write her name on her arm. Sorry, Satou's body, but the mental pain has got to stop.]
[ooc: responses will come fromempathetically.]
I'm getting really annoyed at all the memories I'm gaining, and the pain that comes with them. I don't want to see the memories that don't belong to me: especially when they're supposed to be private.
... And Satou-chan, if you're reading this: we need to talk.
[action; floor 39]
[She knows how much pain Satou's been through. And the fact that 'Satou' wasn't even her real name. Of course, she didn't necessarily care, or even want to know why she decided to scrap it. But even though she understood, she had to distract herself.
In this case, it was to use magic to carve things into the walls, the floors, everywhere. One of the things she does is put this symbol on the floor, as large as she can. Another is to use the walls to write the same thing over and over, like an ominous sign. "I am Haruhi."
It's her way to keep her from forgetting her 'true' name, her true self. But if anyone shows up, there might be more than one problem on their hands. Because not only was she destroying the floor, she was hurting herself, using a kitchen knife to write her name on her arm. Sorry, Satou's body, but the mental pain has got to stop.]
[ooc: responses will come from
empathetically.]
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[ Also, that's my arm. ]
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[She's definitely going to hide the fact that she injured herself for now.]
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I'll talk to you when we meet up.
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[Of course, she actually wasn't in her room when she typed the post, so it might take her a while to actually arrive there. But nonetheless, there are things that need to be talked about.
In private.]
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Finally, she arrives. Waiting outside the door and adjusting the pink hair ribbons she retrieved from Haruhi earlier. They're enough of a reminder of who she is. ]
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[ Satou's still not used to a world without empathy. It was torturous enough to adjust to a world without Mikale. Where their hearts weren't linked, where she didn't have someone constantly sending her loving thoughts and negating the pain of being "no one".
Existent.
Even in another body, Satou couldn't escape the pain of feeling unimportant. ]
Haruhi-san... [ She manages a smile in return ] Good day.
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[Haruhi's voice is soft and almost devoid of emotion. She then motions toward one of the chairs.]
Go ahead and sit down. This might be a long talk.
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[ She nods slowly... and sits down. ]
Haruhi-san...? What's wrong?
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It's just that... I'm irritated. I hate seeing things that I'm not supposed to see. Especially when they have to do with death. And possible murder.
[She's an ultra detective, after all. She... doesn't want to be the one with blood on her hands. But mulling the memories over, is it possible that this body... killed someone...?]
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ah- [ Her mouth feels dry. ] Is that... so...
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[...]
You... didn't kill anyone, did you...?
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She takes a deep breath, responding more vaguely than she'd like to. ]
... I don't kill unless it's the only way to protect people.
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... Really, now. [Of course, her voice shows that she doesn't exactly trust those words.] And what if you don't remember killing someone?
[That... is possible, right?
And suddenly Satou is Natsumi Kimiyoshi.]action
[ EXCEPT YOU DID. ]
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[And though it shouldn't, it's hurting. She wants it to go away so badly.]
But... it's bothering me.
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