hai mươi chín ❀| can't anybody see we've got a war to fight
|❀PHONE; Charles Fei-Ong.|
[The effect has worn off, and the reality of what has happened has settled into her like a sort of numbness locked into her bones. It seems almost as if she weren't in control of her own body at all in the last few days- and, in a way, she wasn't, really. Still, though, she can't shake the memory of thinking like a monster- no, chiropteran- and of harming those she calls friends. Vietnam seems almost mechanical in a way as she pragmatically analyzes what she should do next and when. She doesn't think of blood or hunger or being a monster; she only thinks of how she's brought shame onto herself and pain onto others, and she must ask for forgiveness. It's natural, an instinct; maintaining honor even before bloodshed is something that is ingrained in her. And perhaps forgiveness is not possible, or even deserved, but--
She doesn't waste any time, because she can't stand still. If she stands still, she'll start thinking about it again. All of that blood on your hands. Did you think I wouldn't notice?
...Her voice shakes a bit when she makes a phone call to Charles first of all, but in all other ways, she sounds startlingly calm.]
I need to talk to you. Now.
|❀ACTION; Leliana, Saya, and Hungary and Prussia's houses.|
[Following the phone call, she'll stop at 1764 and 1766 Beaver Street first. Leliana and Saya are both neighbors and just a minute's walk away. She'll knock first; if there's no answer, she'll try to get inside anyway.
At 456 Stone Street, she hesitates, motorbike idling before it. She'll remain like this for a while, simply staring at the front door. Now and then she shifts as if to climb off of the bike, but stops. Her skin is flushed red with something that seems like frustration, but is really more like shame. Killing humans is one thing. Killing another nation- consciously or not- is something different entirely.
After some time of trying to gather her thoughts, she approaches the door and knocks.]
|❀ACTION; for China and anyone else at 768 Bunker Street.|
[The day is coming to a close, and eventually, she wanders back to her brother's home. This is the hardest thing to do for her, strangely- not approaching the people she killed, but confronting the brother whom she struck in the back. But he isn't home, and she gives a snarl of frustration when she can't find him anywhere in the house. The sun is beginning to set, and she seems exhausted and overwhelmed- it seems to suddenly hit her all at once when she'd been restraining it all day. She clutches at her head, willing the thoughts to go away, and winds up falling asleep curled up on his bed as she waits for him to return.]
[ooc; FILTERS EVERYWHERE... A-ahaha just making a post directed to characters she hasn't gotten to meet up with/apologize to in other posts. It's also backdated to the morning of the 1st, after the Christmas present effects have worn off. I haven't had much time to get around to posting lately, s-so I'll be following this post with another shortly afterward, orz. I'm very sorry for flooding! ;A; It's just that this post is all LOL SRS BSNS and the one I want to do next is... very much not, and I don't want to mix the tones. Thanks for understanding ;u;]
[The effect has worn off, and the reality of what has happened has settled into her like a sort of numbness locked into her bones. It seems almost as if she weren't in control of her own body at all in the last few days- and, in a way, she wasn't, really. Still, though, she can't shake the memory of thinking like a monster- no, chiropteran- and of harming those she calls friends. Vietnam seems almost mechanical in a way as she pragmatically analyzes what she should do next and when. She doesn't think of blood or hunger or being a monster; she only thinks of how she's brought shame onto herself and pain onto others, and she must ask for forgiveness. It's natural, an instinct; maintaining honor even before bloodshed is something that is ingrained in her. And perhaps forgiveness is not possible, or even deserved, but--
She doesn't waste any time, because she can't stand still. If she stands still, she'll start thinking about it again. All of that blood on your hands. Did you think I wouldn't notice?
...Her voice shakes a bit when she makes a phone call to Charles first of all, but in all other ways, she sounds startlingly calm.]
I need to talk to you. Now.
|❀ACTION; Leliana, Saya, and Hungary and Prussia's houses.|
[Following the phone call, she'll stop at 1764 and 1766 Beaver Street first. Leliana and Saya are both neighbors and just a minute's walk away. She'll knock first; if there's no answer, she'll try to get inside anyway.
At 456 Stone Street, she hesitates, motorbike idling before it. She'll remain like this for a while, simply staring at the front door. Now and then she shifts as if to climb off of the bike, but stops. Her skin is flushed red with something that seems like frustration, but is really more like shame. Killing humans is one thing. Killing another nation- consciously or not- is something different entirely.
After some time of trying to gather her thoughts, she approaches the door and knocks.]
|❀ACTION; for China and anyone else at 768 Bunker Street.|
[The day is coming to a close, and eventually, she wanders back to her brother's home. This is the hardest thing to do for her, strangely- not approaching the people she killed, but confronting the brother whom she struck in the back. But he isn't home, and she gives a snarl of frustration when she can't find him anywhere in the house. The sun is beginning to set, and she seems exhausted and overwhelmed- it seems to suddenly hit her all at once when she'd been restraining it all day. She clutches at her head, willing the thoughts to go away, and winds up falling asleep curled up on his bed as she waits for him to return.]
[ooc; FILTERS EVERYWHERE... A-ahaha just making a post directed to characters she hasn't gotten to meet up with/apologize to in other posts. It's also backdated to the morning of the 1st, after the Christmas present effects have worn off. I haven't had much time to get around to posting lately, s-so I'll be following this post with another shortly afterward, orz. I'm very sorry for flooding! ;A; It's just that this post is all LOL SRS BSNS and the one I want to do next is... very much not, and I don't want to mix the tones. Thanks for understanding ;u;]