Just hold me close to you

[just_add_souls]

Maka pounds up the stairs of the Gauche to the roof and slams the door open, sending pigeons chirruping and cooing in spirals up to the sky. She races through the cloud of dislodged feathers and slapping wings to leap onto the roof's ledge. For a moment she totters, then steadies, takes a deep breath and screams at the top of her lungs.

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[sarkraticmethod]

Sark is in ur Towerz, not bein' an animal for once. He's had his fill of it for awhile, even if it does mean he gets to sleep better. That and getting into small places and having teeth and claws are about the only benefits to being a shapeshifter that he can see.

And in his bored meanderings around the Tower, he has found... His cat. And a typewriter. Why does his cat have a typewriter?

"And is there a particular reason why you seem to be having a staring contest with a typewriter, Ragnar?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow.

[prince_stupid]

"This device is following me, Julian Sark."

Ragnar's tail sweeps back and forth in irritation. He raises one paw and leans forward just enough to smack at the keys. A collection of letters hit the paper with a heavy thwap and the cat skips back.

"What is the meaning of this?"

[sarkraticmethod]

A couple of scenarios cross Sark's mind, but the one that makes the most sense when you consider the Rift is... That it's a journal.

Well.

He sighs and studies the ceiling, wondering why in God's name this universe is so insane and steps a little bit closer. "It would appear that it's your journal, although why this place decided to give you a typewriter is absolutely beyond me."

[prince_stupid]

"Journal?" Ragnar does not understand this. He stares at the little marks on the page, and then skips back again as more little marks appear under his marks. "For what reason do I have this thing? I cannot understand these marks. I am not the Uroum ."

[sarkraticmethod]

"I suppose it's just random." Sark steps around so that he's standing beside Ragnar in front of it, his eyebrow going up just a bit more at the marks- well, the journal system is going to get a rather interesting entry on the networks tonight. "Everyone who passes through the Rift gets one. Cy never seems to have a problem using hers."

Then again, the network is psychic.. As is Cy. So.

"I wouldn't try to make sense of this place, if I were you," he sighs, shaking his head. "I've found that it doesn't do much good."

[prince_stupid]

"There is always a way to understand things as they are, Julian Sark." Ragnar tilts his head, dabbing more delicately at the keys. Not hard enough to type anything new, but the little arm-stick-things do move a bit. "What is the purpose of these 'journals,' as you understand them?"

[sarkraticmethod]

"Information, getting messages out to the general population or specific individuals. It's a network, connecting all of us to each other." He shrugs. "I suppose the Rift, in all its infinite wisdom, decided we needed a convenient way to keep in contact with one another."

Really, though, Sark prefers phones. He misses phones... He could buy a phone, but what would be the point?

"Of course, it doesn't do you much good if you can't read or write, now does it?" He kneels down beside Ragnar and tilts his head a bit at the typewriter, his lips quirking in something that's partly amusement and partly... Something else.

[prince_stupid]

"I suppose not." Ragnar peers at the paper. "Is it possible, do you think, for a creature such as myself to learn to recognize these symbols and their meanings?"

Yes, Sark. Your cat wants to know if he can learn how to read.

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark stares. He turns that over in his head. Yes, his cat is definitely asking him if he can learn how to read. There used to be a time when that prospect would have struck him as odd. Now... Well, it's still odd, but it doesn't get much of a reaction out of him beyond a shrug.

"I suppose it's possible. I've never heard of anyone teaching a cat how to read, but... Then again, I've never heard of cats who could speak either."

[prince_stupid]

"Indeed." He contemplates the marks. "Do you suppose April would be willing to indulge me in this feat?"

He sniffs at the page. "They are curious devices, these journals."

[sarkraticmethod]

"She might." A small smile manages to tug at the corner of his mouth at the mention of April. It's just one of those effects she has on him. His adoration of that girl is strong. "She has an almost unnatural amount of patience and kindness. Although, I suppose she wouldhave to have both, considering how long she's had to deal with my particular shortcomings."

Shortcomings that are not so much shortcomings as epicly bad faults that have put her in precarious situations, but...

He reaches over and scritches Ragnar's ears gently, almost unconsciously. "They are, indeed. I wouldn't give them more thought than they deserve, however. That's a splendid way to drive yourself mad."