All Your Lives Are Moments

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Characters:  Riza Hawkeye (arrayed_back ) and YOU
When:  March 6 - March 12
Where:  Her Dreamscape
Rating:  PG-R, she doesn't have all nice memories.  Expect emotional trauma and violence.  And general unhappiness, though some might crop up.
Summary:  Welcome to Riza's past and memories.  She doesn't expect you to enjoy your stay.  And kindly stay away from her

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[sleightofhearts]

Nevermind the whispers. If there's one thing he's used to, it's whispers. Tyki isn't going to think to look for a key first. And why should he, when he can choose what he can and can't touch?

Perhaps, whoever lives here, just has a flair for creepy houses. The first thing Tyki is going to do is find the kitchen, and attempt to walk through the wall to get inside.

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The house has never dealt with anyone who can walk through walls before, so there are no precautions against it. Inside, the house is empty, even if there are some lights on. The interior is as it has always been, however, the wood dark from age and candle smoke and whatever horrible memories stick to it. The smell of mold is strong at first, but the longer you stay inside, the more you grow used to it. It isn't cluttered, but it isn't exactly organized, either. Some books lay open on the chair in the corner or on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, and random papers are scattered in the same areas. There are few pictures on the wall, though one seems to be a family portrait, hanging crookedly on the wall above the fireplace.

The kitchen is at the back of the house, past the stairs and through the dining room. Or, for Tyki, through a few walls, if he so chooses.

[sleightofhearts]

It reminds him of a man's study. How, usually, they tend to be in a state of perpetual organized chaos. Where nothing makes sense, and yet everything has its own place. Tyki actually can't smell the mold, or the candle smoke - as many years and cigarettes as he's been through, some of his senses have dulled over time.

But the portrait does catch his eye, and he saunters toward it, leaning in to peer closely at the contents between the frames.

"My, my... the housekeeper has gotten lazy," and he reaches out to try to straighten the portrait.

Should that result in nothing, he'll turn in his spot and make his way toward the kitchen - not sure why he's wanting to investigate it, perhaps he's just hungry - at a leisurely sort of pace, disregarding the walls as he phases through them.

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The portrait does nothing, though when he looks at it, Tyki will see a man, a woman, and a baby captured in time. The man is tall and lanky, with his light brow hair pulled back from his face, and the woman is pale and pretty, though in a plain way, with her light blonde hair also pulled back conservatively. The baby is wrapped up with only her face visible, so it is hard to tell what else she looks like. Neither parent is smiling

[sleightofhearts]

There is an awkward kind of pause that comes when anyone is within close proximity to a flirting couple - the feeling of being a third wheel. And yet, at the same time, Tyki can hardly blame the dark-haired fellow. Lady Hawkeye is quite a catch, quite a prize, and he'd be a liar if he said he wouldn't have done the same.

It's nice to know that she isn't a complete prude. Perhaps the next time he talks to her, he'll tell her to get some.

Of course, Tyki is an ass.

And then she pushes the other fellow away, and Tyki raises an eyebrow. Oi. She does so remind him of Lady-General Klaud Nine. He chuckles to himself and strolls in the direction that the memory-Lady Hawkeye had stormed off in, as if chasing the memory.

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If he follows quickly enough, Tyki will be able to see her slip out of the dining room, and then make her way to the back of the house, where loud noises are occasionally heard. Noises such as gun and cannonfire.