Record: 37

[esoteric_rose]

*this is written furiously, in red ink. Exactly sixteen seconds pass and it is struck out.*

Yes. My power...my creation...I'm an artist, the most natural precious red my paint.

It works.

Flawlessly.

Like the Lady Lilith.

Giving me my second sight.

*the only legible parts are "artist", "flawlessly", "Lilith", and "sight"*

Comments

[ice_echani]

Juliet, what is this?

[esoteric_rose]

I got a new memory.

[ice_echani]

I see... would you like to speak about it?

[esoteric_rose]

Yes...when you have the time.

[ice_echani]

Very well. Do you wish to wait until the price of the crystal wears off?

notice the avoidance of the word "crystal"

[esoteric_rose]

...The price of the memory...I have a feeling it will not wear off until a while from now. It is nothing that will adversely affect me, so whenever.

ohohoho... she doesn't notice that 'cause she fails rhetoric

[ice_echani]

I see. I can see you now, if it is convenient. Where would you like to meet?

[esoteric_rose]

...The park, if you don't mind.

quicklog

[ice_echani]

I will be there shortly.

[And she heads there, looking around for Juliet.]

[esoteric_rose]

{Jules is sitting on a bench again, toying with the sleeve of his jacket. It's warm, but he needs to hide the bandages on his arm.

He notices Handmaiden and stands up.}

Handmaiden?

[ice_echani]

[She nods... and does notice that he's fiddling with his sleeve, which is not a habit she's noticed from him.]

Hello, Juliet. What was in your memory?

[Her tone is calm and neutral rather than suspicious, since she is trying to keep close to mind what she said about not judging him.]

[esoteric_rose]

...Again, there was a woman. She screamed...I was so irritated. Another prostitute...the boy and his butler showed up. There were a lot of breaks...possibly my name. I tried to deny it, but it was obvious. So I gave up my disguise, and showed my real face. Angelina showed up, and then it ended.

The only good thing is that my memories are beginning to fall in line.

{His security depends on his acting. She can't know the price or his real feelings.}

[ice_echani]

[She listens as he talks, still ever observant of body language. He's fidgety, nervous... and there's something else about him. He seems to be shifting, even though he's standing in one spot, and then she realizes that the energy around him is what's changing. She can feel it.]

And what conclusions have you drawn from them?

[Now her tone is more driven. There is more that he's not telling her, she's sure of that. His words start in the middle of a story too... did he know the beginning, or is he hiding it?]

[esoteric_rose]

{He is completely unaware of the energy shifting, but it is. Violently.}

...I was Angelina's assistant for the murders and her butler. After I killed her...somehow I got beat up within an inch of death, and was then put in the white room in my dream. That's what I believe.

{That's the storyline he sees. He doesn't mention how violent the murder was, how much he enjoyed it...and unconsciously he grips his wrist, trying to watch his words.}

[ice_echani]

[It is doing so quite violently and it's making her edgey as hell. She has definitely got A Bad Feeling About this.]

So you were an assassin for this woman before you killed her.

[Her eyes flick down to his wrist. He is still not being completely open, she can tell. Her next words are blunt and direct; she will have an answer.]

There is more that you are not telling me.

[esoteric_rose]

Yes...like her memories showed.

{At the question, he jerks. His arm is instantly hidden behind his back.}

...Only how I felt.