EVENT LOG - Amnesia again

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone
What: Wait, I think I remember, it's- it's- nope.
When: Until the end of the event!
Where: Here. I like it here.
Summary: Well, it's complicated.
Rating: I can't remember

As requested, here's a second round of the log to help ease the first one from CAPTCHA land. Use this to set up new threads if you like!

Comments

[removeimpurity]

[She sat in his arms for what felt like eternity.]

[Why? The question repeated itself countless times, unanswered. Why give me a false happiness, only to tear it away from me? Does fate truly hate me this much...?]

[But, after a while, the tears had dried, and the sobbing had stopped; the pain, while still very much present, had for now settled into a a dull ache in her chest.]

[Silently, she pulls away from Lupin, and stands; her movements are almost mechanical, a forced composure to her motions as she head to the sink and washes her face.]

[When she finally returns to her seat, her eyes are cold and her expression almost blank; a flicker of her old, not-Shifted self -- an emotionless, chilling professionalism -- comes through in her voice when she finally speaks again.]

...Now that this matter has been settled, I should leave you to your more pressing objectives.

[redjacketthief]

[It was a wall of stoicism that she hid behind, he realized. It was hastily built by blocks that were too heavy, but it was the only way that she could withhold the tears that she had cried in his arms.

Syre had closed herself off entirely, and there was no way he could slip behind that veil of cool professionalism now.

He stood easily and scratched off one last note for her to read before he took his leave.]

there are still things we need to discuss and information that I feel you should know, but we can do that when you're ready.

you know how to find me.

[removeimpurity]

Of course.

[She grabs the book she had been reading and tucks it under her arm, slips her white lab coat on over her shoulders as she rises from her seat once more to accompany him to the door. By the looks of things, she'll be heading out to do some things of her own.]

Until next we meet, then.