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y'all know what this is for....

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[Good, it is her.

She could recognize his presence? Like reading mana signatures, except the problem is that people from other worlds are not composed of mana and cannot be individually sensed. He's curious.] Recognize...how?

By their souls, their emotions. Each person is unique, but it's not a not a foolproof way to identify people. [She mistook her own twin brother to be someone else, once.]

[He remembers the first time they spoke and how he felt like she could pry open his heart. That had been because her thoughts and feelings mirrored his own. A coincidence; an anomaly in fate. Now it turns out she actually can read emotions. If it were anyone else he would feel deeply uncomfortable.]

I can sense people in a similar way, but it only applies to others from my world.

[Back then it really was her empathizing with him, understanding and feeling the same way he did. It was very difficult to read the emotions of another person through voice only, over the journals.]

Really...? So you can sense if there are others of your world here...?

[He nods once, unaware that she can't see it.]

It's easier when I'm already familiar with the other person, and my senses must be focused.

I see... [Though she's still a little confused, since she couldn't see that nod he did.]

So, the girl... who is she...? [Her tone is soft and hesitant, because she's afraid of treading too far.]

My sister, Martel. [There's a whole flood of emotions that go with those three simple words: adoration, loneliness, longing. He has said hundreds of times that nobody deserves to share in his memories of Martel, nobody is allowed near something so precious, but it's okay if it's Kaori. She is far above the world's disgusting filth.]

[If she knew that, it would make her overwhelmed with the sheer significance of it. But his voice says it all, how precious and loved she was. It even gives her a glimpse of what Martel was like, if Mithos loved her that much.]

She's beautiful...

I love her more than anything else in the world. [So much that...it hurts.]

I... wish I could meet her... [It's true, and she knows how much it hurts to lose someone like that. While the memory of Masude's death is suppressed, her heart still remembers the pain.]

...She'll come here one day. I know she will. [He sounds as if he's saying this for his own sake as much as for Kaori's.]

Yeah... I'm sure she will... [She wants to see Mithos happy, whatever it takes.]

[She doesn't think he's foolish to rely so heavily on complete chance, and it's a relief to hear. Ciel Phantomhive (insufferable human) had called it witlessness. But when that's practically all he has left...]

Because Martel loves me as much as I love her... [He doesn't want to think about the possibility of never seeing Martel again.]

...What about you? Who is he?

This person...? [She felt like it was someone she had been close to all her life, someone whose side she should be by and protecting... But without seeing who he is, there's no way to know for sure if her suspicions were correct.]

I haven't had a chance to see myself, so I don't know yet.

We could find a mirror for you to look in.

[There is a barely perceptible urgency in his voice. The exact nature of this shift is unknown to him, but he can guess that perhaps people are becoming their siblings, or those who they love most, or who they miss. If this is someone very important to Kaori, maybe even somone who has passed away, she must want to see, right?]

It'd probably be better if you described him for me...?

[She doesn't want to admit to being blind just yet, but she knew that if their relationship kept going this way Mithos would find out eventually. But she really does want to know whose face she is wearing right now...]

[He gives her a searching look for a moment, but answers her request.]

He has short brown hair and red-brown eyes... [He trails off, wondering what else to add. Would she be able to figure out who he was from just that?]

[Red-brown eyes. She only knows a handful of people who meet that criteria, and fewer still whom she would probably turn into. The body didn't feel that much older than hers, either, so that meant...]

... I think I know who it is... [A wistful smile comes across her face, thinking back on how she never met him in person.]

[He sees that smile and think he knows how she must feel. It's... a little strange, being affected like this by someone who isn't Martel.]

...Do you miss him?

... I do... More than I thought I would, really. [She was supposed to finally meet him the day she was brought here, supposed to protect him from those seeking to take advantage of him.

It hurt that he probably still doesn't know about her.]

I don't understand what you mean. [Probably because his sister was such an integral part of his life when she was alive that even after 4000 years he never can "be okay" without her.]

Edited 2011-01-30 07:31 (UTC)

I only found out about him a few years ago... We've been separated in different worlds the whole time, but I didn't realize how connected we've become...

...Is...the reason you don't want to look in a mirror because it would hurt too much? To see someone you miss more than anything else, but know they aren't truly there?

Yeah... I'd miss him more if I saw him in a reflection... [Even if she is blind, that would be true.]

[He nods.] At first I couldn't stop looking... Then I realized how empty it was. [His voice takes on a far more bitter tone here.]

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