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[photosbythebed]

[It may be a trick of the mist that she looks so pale, but it's a quick shift and the screen's panning (possibly not purposefully) the edges of the destroyer statue, the patch of blackened ground where a criminal was recently apprehended. It's not really about that, though

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[Voice]

[photosbythebed]

Middle aged, late forties ...early fifties if I had to guess. [Which now she is, because it's not as if they ever had this discussion. (And an odd nonverbal wince because he probably wasn't much older than she was.)] Blonde hair, thinning on top, and...

...light colored eyes.

[Another wince, this time a little less nonverbal because how do you work with someone - see them several times a week and not know exactly what color eyes they have?

But she gets it together and continues, trying her best to recall details that just don't seem to come like they should. Could be the Mist, could be the last of this sickness.]

Well built, like a soldier, or a particularly fit officer. [Why can't she recall his height? Damn it] Tall.

Five ...eleven? [Five ten? Six feet?

She shouldn't be out here.]

[Voice]

[photosbythebed]

Thanks.

[This is the worst time to lose someone like him - as if there's ever a good time - but she can think of at least one that she wouldn't shed tears over if they vanished.]

video;

[thenobledie]

[ hi, lilly. she is a little sorry for not having been to the apartment the past couple days. if only to make sure your stupid ass stayed in bed. ]

Lilly.

voice;

[photosbythebed]

[She had Spike for that. Which was probably worse, now that she thinks of it. And she's MOSTLY FINE, just feeling a mess. And only partially because she's sick.

And...

...she doesn't remember you being there. Probably because you weren't there. GDI.]

Shirley.

[...]

Do you know something? [You know. In that way you just know things]

video;

[thenobledie]

[ nah. busy having outbursts and beating people up and waiting to cry again. fuck everything, man. ]

Do not waste your energy.

voice;

[photosbythebed]

[You do not have to cry alone, Shirley!]

He's gone, then.

[:l So you are sure. You and Kuchiki both. This just sucks.]

[xnoble_reasonx]

He is considered gone.

Focus on the tasks before you, Lilly Rush.

[ It's cold, but that's how things work here. Someone like Gesicht would not miss answering his calls for so long. They have no choice but to think him either gone, dead or trapped and in any case, until he knows more, he is not here. ]

[voice]

[photosbythebed]

One of those tasks is making sure he's not lost out here. [But then Shirley's already said...

...damn.

Maybe he was with his wife, then? (What was her---oh, yeah, Helena.)

It's still a pretty name.

And a good memory.]

The other...

[private]

...you wanted to speak to me about something?

[ooc: yes, this is about Shirley. And Rukia! I KNOW YOUR NET IS WONKY, WE CAN HANDWAVE THIS CONVERSATION IF YOU LIKE. POKE ME ON PLURK OR AIM.]