log; and then everyone died

[subservience]

[... Jiros is actually not quite sure what to do in this situation. Or about being dead, really. His thoughts are somewhere along the lines of '... well, shit' and 'damn' and 'I guess I'm dead'.

...

Oh, and he's being attacked by frogs. That's kind of important too.

SO YEAH RUNNING LIKE THE WIND and half-looking for someone to partner up with though really how is he supposed to tell who else is dead—]

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SOMEBODY GET THIS PSYCHO AWAY FROM ME

[prohairesis]

[ everyone dies someday.

but Innes has always lived in the past. despite the gravity of the situation, he finds his thoughts constantly traveling to the moment just prior to his death, puzzled. why had that been worth it?

dying shouldn't feel this unfulfilling.

he returns to "reality" when someone grabs a hold of his arm. he stops immediately, held arm twitching in a shortlived decision to pull away as he lays eyes on a woman—who can see him, touch him, hold him there. unnatural.

well.

what now? ]

WOW RUDE!!!

[plenty]

[ she's always had a good eye.

the fact that her hand comes in contact with a solid person surprises her as well, briefly, even though she had been the one to reach out. she immediately holds his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly, but is interrupted with another person walks by right through her outstretched arm.

well, that proves that she just happened to get lucky. it's just that she doesn't particularly believe in luck. nor does she believe in fate. instead she believes in opportunities and her intrinsic right to grasp them (both literally and metaphorically). it's why she doesn't let him go.

instead, she bites her lip. ]

Sorry, that was rude of me.

NO U

[prohairesis]

[ despite her apology, he doesn't think much of the contact. he may been taken back, but he's far, far from tensing when it feels like he's just experienced an adrenaline crash. the world around him is moving, throbbing—and he's dead. right.

alive or dead, he was never in much of a position to be accepting apologies, so he doesn't say anything to that.

if she can touch him, doesn't that mean . . . ? ]

Are you . . .

NO UUUUUUU /edits this a million times

[plenty]

[ the movement of her arm had caused her sleeve to hike. she doesn't notice until he speaks, and her eyes automatically dipping shyly. the rope burns are red, ugly things on the skin of her wrist, and she resists the urge to pull her sleeve back down. it seems like death has left a mark on her.

instead, she forces out a shaky laugh. ]

I might... be in the same predicament as you. [ and she looks up here, now, with a tilt of her head, as though challenging him to contest her claim. ]

ugh, you spammer

[prohairesis]

[ the movement of her eyes prompts him to do very much the same, and in the process, catch a glimpse of a burn—friction? it's no business of his, so his thoughts don't linger on it for long as he lifts his head, considering her words.

funny how they can converse like this as people are walking through them with every passing second. a lot of things can happen to the dead, it seems. ]

I see. . . . Are you alone?

gosh dealwithit.jpg

[plenty]

[ ... it's funny, but out of context, those words would've sounded like he had intentions to take her to a dark alleyway somewhere to do racy things. marchesa's no stranger to that sort of thing, and sometimes even welcome the attention, though she prefers classier, richer men (and endless teasing, even if she's more vanilla of a girl). judging from the seriousness of his expression, she guesses that he had yet to realize the implications of his words, and resists a small smile.

on the other hand, her mind is clicking away-- this person seems reliable, but appearances aren't always indicative of efficiency, and marchesa will never settle for anything less than the best. she's about to say something when there's a sound like crackling static coming from over to her left.

she turns. materializing is the most colourful specimen of floating graffiti frog:



... amidst a sudden rush of adrenaline, she recognizes this as a chance. she freezes, stock-still.

what are you going to do? ]

/deals with you two weeks later

[prohairesis]

[ he would never think such lewd thoughts, Marchesa.

that frog looks terribly off place, and as it approaches, a sense of danger triggers in him. Innes shrugs out of the woman's grip—he'll apologize later if need be—to position himself between her and the creature. even without his instructor, he should be able to handle this . . . ]

Behind me!

[1/2] /IS EVEN LATER THAN THAT sobbing tears...

[plenty]

[ ... well, you certainly met her expectations, Innes. ]

[2/2]

[plenty]

[ while she is reluctant to let him go, she lets herself get shuffled behind him obediently. the appearance of the frog is both disturbing and somewhat disorienting. but as a whole, she only lets show just enough distress to make herself seem vulnerable.

inside, she is seething.

in a hush voice-- ]

What is that...?

IS THIS A CONTEST

[prohairesis]

A creature from beyond the barrier? . . . They have no place here.

[ it is unlikely. if a suspicious one that he's still mindful of. Innes steels himself, wary, for he is both weaponless and powerless.

but it doesn't have to be that way, does it? ]