[133rd Flight]

[caged_song]

[accidental video post]
[the video clicks on and in a blink of an eye, a familiar blonde appears. Nill turns, surprised, wings flutter nervously, then blue eyes spot the communicator, its red light on. The image of her gets closer and then the image gets shaky as she picks it up]

click.

[end video/start text]
Hello?

[ooc; Nill's back and at the

Comments

[shall_yield_us]

Hu~llo, puppet...

[caged_song]

H-Hello...Mister Rosiel...

[shall_yield_us]

Mister, Mister, Mister Twister... irritating, oh dear, oh my.

Naught else to whisper ~ ?

[caged_song]

N-Nothing to say or whisper...Can't.

[shall_yield_us]

Can't...

Then scrye it in some blood or the other, some opened vein, some scar.

And tell me who you are, why I seek you, how to pursue this.

[caged_song]

N-No thank you...I can type...and write with a pencil and paper.

Tell you...?

[shall_yield_us]

A se~cret or ten.

[caged_song]

If I told...they wouldn't be secrets...

[shall_yield_us]

Secrets shared among the two, darling, the rest of the world unaware. Tell me. Tell me everything.

[caged_song]

S-Some should be known...but I knew you...

[shall_yield_us]

...so rumour serves me, where memory has sworn ill fealty.

Irrelevant, after its own fashion.

Tell me how you knew me, girl, or why, or when. Tell me the colour of your eyes and when you were last kissed and if ever you've held knife or pistol.

[caged_song]

I-I knew you through...someone. Lived together...a-a long time ago. It's unimportant...

Never kissed...and I held a knife...the last time I was in the City? Cooking.