[Well, eventually Kyo came by to the house with his newly regained motorcycle that is running pretty good but wouldn't mind having the mini-mechanic take a look at it like the two agreed on when they last met. The sound of his bike's engine surely would have caught anyone's attention to whoever is left inside the house.
However, when he came by, it seems that no one was outside waiting for him. And that's when it hit him.]
Oh, huh. Must of went to school already. Guess I'll just park this here and make a note or something.
[Precis dies--she heard the motorcycle, but she never made it outside. The next day, though, when she goes to get some tools from her yard to help barricade her room (eyes covered), she finds the note that was left on the door. She makes a note to call him later, and she does...once she's moved the bike into the house, her housemates can have fun with that.]
[And sure enough, Kyo will answer the phone in the master bedroom. Only he isn't so much awake when he does answer and is most likely speaking in garbled muffling before speaking coherently.]
Of course you will! That's all you're good for. Rena and Claude told me about how you met Creepy and Weepy...you failed then, and you're going to fail here, too.
[Dias can tell something is wrong even before Precis comes into view; he can hear her unsteady stumbling on the stairs. He's already getting to his feet by the time he actually sees her, and her words alarm him even further.] What do you mean, dying? [His voice is characteristically sharp, but for once with concern rather than irritation.] What's wrong?
[She can't even lift them; they don't look like stone to everyone else, but she's convinced they are. They're practically limp at her side, she's stopped trying to use them.]
My eyes are burning and...she's talking to me...I'm going to die.
[She wants to rub her eyes, but she can't do that. All she can do is slowly walk closer. She's sweating and flushed and completely petrified; while she's not using them, her arms do shake out of pure fear. She's not crying, but it looks like she has been.]
I'm scared. I'm really scared...but even my tears are dust...
aaaaahhhhh what are notifs >|the_bloody_roadMarch 12 2011, 01:01:10 UTC
[Dias is now genuinely alarmed, and feeling the one thing he hates most - utter helplessness. There's no enemy to defeat here; as far as he can tell, Precis is ill in some way (and seriously ill, at that; he's seen her fight, and he knows that if she thinks she's dying, it's probably not an exaggeration in the least) and there's nothing he can do for her. At best, he can take her to the hospital, but he's not exactly confident in the drone doctors...
He steps forward quickly, touching her arm; to him, of course, they look and feel like normal flesh, but the way she's holding them limp and completely unresponsive is bad enough.
He has to do something. Anything.] Precis. Listen to me. [He licks his lips; he's not good at this and he knows it, but he has to try. She's terrified, and he can't save her - all he can do is try to calm her. What would he say to Cecille...?] You'll...go to sleep. And then you'll wake up. Do you understand? You'll wake up. [Explaining the life and death mechanics of Mayfield is too much to dump on her now, in
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[Very little of what Dias is actually saying actually registers for Precis. She can hear him clearly, but she knows she’s going to die. Even when he tries to make it clear for her that she won’t, she just thinks it’s him trying to be nice. She knows what death is. She’s seen it before.] Thank you, Dias. [The inventor makes a loud swallowing noise, trying not to start crying again. She’s so tired she can barely stand, so she tries to drag herself to the couch, but she stops.
She forgot the most important thing of all. In the last few supposed moments of her life...how could she be so selfish? Precis feels even worse all of a sudden, and she does start to cry...but it isn’t much. She’s too tired, too far gone to weep or sob. It’s just tears...that to her, look like and feel like dust that she can’t wipe away.]
You have to...you have to tell my old man that I’m sorry, okay? He’s going to be angry. [She looks down. Even holding her head up feels like such an effort, but she also can’t say this to Dias without looking away, anyways.] A-
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However, when he came by, it seems that no one was outside waiting for him. And that's when it hit him.]
Oh, huh. Must of went to school already. Guess I'll just park this here and make a note or something.
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C'mon...pick up...hello? This is Precis.
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Mm? Ah? Kusanagi here... what's going on?
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I, um, I got your note!
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I won't fail again.
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[She can't even lift them; they don't look like stone to everyone else, but she's convinced they are. They're practically limp at her side, she's stopped trying to use them.]
My eyes are burning and...she's talking to me...I'm going to die.
[She wants to rub her eyes, but she can't do that. All she can do is slowly walk closer. She's sweating and flushed and completely petrified; while she's not using them, her arms do shake out of pure fear. She's not crying, but it looks like she has been.]
I'm scared. I'm really scared...but even my tears are dust...
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He steps forward quickly, touching her arm; to him, of course, they look and feel like normal flesh, but the way she's holding them limp and completely unresponsive is bad enough.
He has to do something. Anything.] Precis. Listen to me. [He licks his lips; he's not good at this and he knows it, but he has to try. She's terrified, and he can't save her - all he can do is try to calm her. What would he say to Cecille...?] You'll...go to sleep. And then you'll wake up. Do you understand? You'll wake up. [Explaining the life and death mechanics of Mayfield is too much to dump on her now, in ( ... )
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She forgot the most important thing of all. In the last few supposed moments of her life...how could she be so selfish? Precis feels even worse all of a sudden, and she does start to cry...but it isn’t much. She’s too tired, too far gone to weep or sob. It’s just tears...that to her, look like and feel like dust that she can’t wipe away.]
You have to...you have to tell my old man that I’m sorry, okay? He’s going to be angry. [She looks down. Even holding her head up feels like such an effort, but she also can’t say this to Dias without looking away, anyways.] A- ( ... )
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