I am only looking for a friend/Let's pretend that we are young again

[asolemnchild]

WHO: Presea Combatir [asolemnchild] and open.
WHAT: Umm, chilling in the park. Being emo. And adorable. You know, things Presea does best.
WHERE: The park.
WHEN: Tonight until...forever? No posting order; the kid just needs someone to talk to. This is a regular log, but responding in either regular log format or quicklog format is fine--whatever floats your

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[atwistedfancy]

The fog was an interesting new look for Rivelata. Jam didn't suppose he minded it. The candies and costumes were also an interesting new look, or at least were hard at work creating one, and Jam didn't mind that either. He had too much dignity himself to partake in any of it, of course, but it certainly caused a stir in the new journal he'd found.

Speaking of which... orange eyes caught the sight of a small form, given distance and a somber impression by the fog. A step or two nearer brought into sight the features, which he recognized from said journal. A small, thin smile pressed its way onto his face.

His long strides altered course, brought him nearer to the girl, in time to catch her words before they were swallowed in the heavy air. The smile grew enough to be considered inviting, although it had a long way to go before it reached warm.

"Whom?"

[asolemnchild]

She glanced away from her shoes to star up at the man expressionlessly. She was not startled by his arrival, nor bothered by it, and for a moment after his question, it looked as if she was not staring at, but through him.

Finally, she responded. "My...friends. They have disappeared." She remembered Martel. Most of them had disappeared. The others...they were simply lost.

Presea neatly placed the parasol on the ground and gripped the ropes of the swing with both hands now, making it idly rock back and forth.

[atwistedfancy]

"How terrible." Some attempt had been made to sound earnest, sympathetic, but it was weak. Jam didn't seem to mind. The smile had certainly not faded, as it might on one genuinely concerned.

He knelt then, evening the distance between them provided by his height and her seat. Long legs folded, vaguely reminiscent of a spider's, and he settled into his new position.

"They tend to do that around here, don't they? Really, one of you off-worlders ought to look into that."

[asolemnchild]

She glanced up suddenly, and the look in her eyes was different now: clearer, perhaps. More aware. "Yes."

She sat in silence for a long while, merely observing his body language and behavior. It had not escaped her notice that this place was devoid of other people, save herself and this man. And he seemed...off. Her grip tightened slightly on the ropes of the swing.

"They do." There was a pause, and then she spoke in flat, robotic tones. "Attempts have been made to discover the reason behind the disappearances, and have been thwarted shortly thereafter. Theories range between being sent here and returned by the anti-ability crystal known as the Garnet, and the will of the many deities who preside over this area. Both theories are valid, but as of now, they remain unconfirmed."