82 Maka Albarn [Video]

[togana_keiri]

[Maka is sitting on the bed of her new apartment room, looking very uneasy but otherwise normal.]

What is the experiment this week? I've been trying to figure it out but-[She pauses and looks distracted. Grumbling under her breath, she concentrates for a moment and then focuses again.]

Alex Mercer, we need to talk. [She seems more frustrated than

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[Wandering around like a good Papa]

[papa_scythe]

[Maybe, just maybe, Maka can pick up on a familiar (but confused) soul sneaking around. He's lost and doesn't know what's going on, and therefore, sneaking. Sneakily.

Maka your Papa is the best at sneaking.]

[Finding Papa, like a good Maka]

[togana_keiri]

[She'd been on the lookout for his soul, given what weeks she now knows it is, and sure enough, there it was.

It takes her a while to go and see him. She knows what will happen at the end of the week. It's something she has to come to terms with before she can see him. Eventually, she tracks him down, poking at his shoulder from behind.]

Papa?

[papa_scythe]

[That sure is your Papa, trying to be sneaky while wearing some stupid light-green hospital scrub-things he found in the room where he woke up.

Don't sneak up behind death scythes and poke them. Especially serious, on-edge ones. There's a flick of black scythe blades coming up from his back and elbows when she touches him, and he spins around, ready for a fight an---

that is maka

that is his baby girl. he just pulled out his blades on his sweet little daughter.]

Maka?????

[togana_keiri]

[She hadn't expected that and doesn't move quickly enough, one of his blades creating a thin but deep cut in her side. The pain is only momentary though before she feels the flesh quickly begin to mend itself.

This was going to take a lot of explaining.]

Um...

[papa_scythe]

[That narrow stripe of blood on her side suddenly takes up his entire vision. He hurt her. He hurt his Maka.]

[togana_keiri]

It's okay Papa. I'm okay. [She presses a hand to the wound and shows him.]

No blood, see? You only got clothing.

[papa_scythe]

Makaaa! [He's wailing now (but really, is that so unusual for him?) and clinging to her.] Papa is sorry! Papa didn't mean to hurt you!

[togana_keiri]

[It's surreal. One minute he's dead, and the next he's there clinging to her as usual. She doesn't even have it in her to shove him off, though it is annoying.]

It's fine Papa. We should probably go somewhere so I can explain things to you.

[papa_scythe]

[he fumbles a bit, does his best to make sure that Maka isn't actually hurt, and then calms down.

And then Maka says "we should probably go somewhere" at all his mind really picks up on is the we. Maka isn't just leaving him here~!]

Of course!

[togana_keiri]

[His enthusiasm in the same as always, and she takes a deep breath, forcing down the lump in her throat.]

This way, Papa. [She begins to head back toward her apartment, slipping her hand into his to tug him slightly in the right direction.]

[papa_scythe]

[He should be happy, he should be ecstatic (and for a moment he is) because Maka is taking his hand, Maka is pulling him along after her, Maka wants to be around him. But something is very very wrong, and he doesn't know what.]

Maka? What's wrong?

[togana_keiri]

It's a long story, and I'll tell you about it when we get to my place. This way, Papa. [She continues tugging him ahead, not stopping to explain anything else.]

[papa_scythe]

All right, all right. [An awkward laugh. But then...]

... your place? How long have you been here, Makak?

[togana_keiri]

[She tenses a little and shakes her head.]

I'll explain all of that when we get there. [After a thought, she looks back at him.]

I've been okay though, so stop worrying over nothing. [It was a lie, and at the same time it wasn't. She would be okay, one day, and that was what was important.]

/sob that typo

[papa_scythe]

[Stop worrying? Stop worrying? Impossible.]

It's not nothing! You've been here for who knows how long and no one even noticed? How is that nothing?