Sep 09, 2009 06:27
[Getting it out before all the crazy.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
No more brig for her other half, and likely due to circumstance, he's made a very hasty retreat. Zelda's unaware of whatever it is that's caused this, and her tone is rather nonchalant as she attempts to catch up to the things she's missed.]
Sir Patrick, I believe I owe you my company for breakfast. Let us go this morning, bright and early.
Does that sound appropriate to you?
[Filtered to Jak // 30% Unhackable]
[He can take this however he likes, but she's talking about that cake.]
Was... it all right?
[Zelda's going to go a little in and out here.]
I was hoping we could... ...it's important to me... ...taking it too seriously...
Hm. Well... Perhaps it is not your--
No. I suppose I do not have anything further to say.
[Cue contemplative silence.]
[End Filter]
[Filtered to Zeke // 30% Unhackable]
In passing, I believe you wished to speak with me, Instructor? What may I do to be of service?
[End Filter]
[She's quiet. Just thinking. She's having a difficult time saying anything that's on her mind.]
I had wanted to go see you, but I have this very distinct feeling. The kind that renders me ill.
Perhaps it is everything together.
I wish it would all go away.
Just for a little.
shaken confidence,
jakelda,
!jak,
!kevas,
wearing a mask,
zelda worries,
why can't sheik ever tell me things?,
it must feel like dying,
physical tension,
i'm just a pawn to you,
!zeke,
!sarea,
with ears that hear the gods,
thriving in denial