( [voice post / private to self, viewable to Mitsuhide upon his return / unhackable] )

[filtered to in-City family, to the Kenshin-gumi, to all of Megumi’s and Mitsuhide’s friends, and to the Police Force]

Please . . . has anyone seen Mitsuhide today?

[/filter]

[private to Mitsuhide / unhackable]

Mitsuhide? . . . Please . . . Please answer . . .

. . .

[/private]

( [private to self / unhackable] )

( [voice post / private to self / unhackable] )

[The steady, driving pelt of rain fills the post. A rumble of thunder, and a howl of wind.]

Mmm . . . rain? . . .

[She sounds exhausted and wan, and her voice is heavy with dazed sorrow. An audible shudder.]

Cold . . .

[The crack of lighting.]

Mitsuhide-san . . .

. . .

Mitsuhide-san? . . .

[A shocked pause.]

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[A dull thud as the communicator is dropped hastily onto the floor.]

[A muffled gasp.]

Blood?-

[Feet padding across the floor, distressed.]

[The faint sound of the shower running.]

[The water does not stop for a long time until the post comes to an end.]

Hm.

( [private to self / unhackable] )

[that which is in dreams]

( She was running. The streets were strewn with dead bodies, skulls and sternums cleaved in two, rivers of blood and lymph and pus soaking the stale, dying earth- )

Mm.

Another night in the City.

Would I be happiest if I could just forget?

Ah, well.

Maybe . . . just maybe . . . I want to go home.

[ooc; Megumi has forgone her lipstick tonight. That means something. :x
A continuation of events from this journal entry takes place in this log.]

. . . Apparently, not all curses in this City may be taken lightly.

If anyone needs me, I'll just . . . be here . . .

[private to self / hackable due to lack of computer experience and expertise]

I am, and I will be

nothing

but his possession.

Or his killer.

If I cannot kill myself first.

Minnasan . . .

Gomen nasai . . .

[/private]

[ooc; what if Megumi had ( Read more... )