There is a room often spoken of but rarely seen. A had no idea what he'd stumbled into on his ubiquitous search for cigarettes, but he found something he desired even more
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[Alternate will hear the sound of Misa's voice from behind him.]
Um...
[At first she sounds confused, then her voice drops into a hushed, disbelieving mutter.]
... what the fuck.
[She kneels down and picks up the object from the corner closest to the door. She holds it by two fingers and dangles it upside down in front of her face, eyes squinting as she carefully scrutinizes it.
A turned around, a little surprised to hear a woman use a word like that, and even more surprised to see what she had. He raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps you needed some illumination?" He said it before he thought about it, oh good job A, that will impress her. He smiled to cover his faux-pas. "Light, I mean, you need a light bulb for something yes?"
"I wouldn't say their deepest wishes and desires," A mused, glancing at the table, otherwise Amel's B would be on it with his heart cut-out. He looked back at her, "you don't need a light bulb then I take it?"
Near wandered into the room almost silently, with the intentions of exploring the less dangerous areas of the mansion. Looking at the decor in this particular room gave him some sense of comfort and familiarity - it was similar to the ship that he was taken from.
Taking a while to appreciate this short reprieve (he decided not to intrude on the other occupants of the room), Near noticed a box on a small table beside him.
Inside, were several airship models, many of which were very familiar to the young boy. Near cradled the box in his arms, his fingers running over the sleek details of each model.
“Oh, do you like such things?” A asked, they certainly seemed far more innocent than what he had in his hand. He put the fake knife in his pocket as he turned to smile at Near.
*When Mel steps in, her balance is off for a moment, because she's suddenly several years older, and a lot more pregnant: six months, to be exact. She's barefoot, in jeans and a loose black shirt, and her hair is long enough that it's in a braid.*
...What am I doing back here? *she murmurs, mostly to herself.*
[ooc: More than anything else, Mel wants to go home to a world where she can safely have a family.]
"Ma'am...Miss?" A teetered between which form of address to suddenly use as Mel had suddenly aged. "Do you want to sit down maybe?"
A had an idea suddenly becoming pregnant like that must be painful. Not that he really had any good idea of what child bearing was like being raised in an orphanage all his life.
*She feels as if she's having an attack of second-trimester absent-mindedness as she looks at the young man she's not sure she remembers being in the mansion. She rests a hand on her belly.*
“I wouldn’t expect a man like you to like dolls,” The tone is teasing, not mocking in any way. The significance of course goes over A’s head. He smiled, “it’s certainly cute though.”
"...People can have children here?" He supposed it must be biologically possible at least, but the idea was rather disquieting to him. Namely because of the sort of people he'd met here, not to mention some of the rooms.
::Upon entering the room, she's surprised to hear a little voice calling, "Auntie! Auntie!" As she turns, shocked, she sees her two year old, blonde nephew running up to her. Tears fill her eyes and she scoops him up:: Akito!!! Oh my God, what are you doing here?! ::she continues to hug him to her tight, pressing kisses to his head:: Oh, my sweet baby, I hope you haven't been here long!
A startled a little at the appearance of a small child, it was hardly something he expected. This room could bring people from their world if they so desired it? He was grateful it only did so if one wanted it.
“Ah, I take it you know him?” he asked about the little boy.
::she smiles, tears rolling down her cheeks as the little boy says "Awwww, cryyy..." and draws imaginary tears down his face:: Yes, he's my nephew, but... ::she realizes she's in a rool and people don't normally arrive in the rooms, particullarly children. Her face falls as she turns questioningly to A, her voice a bit deadpan, softly demanding an answer:: What effect does this room have.
"As far as I can tell...manifesting desires in some way," He answered, he took his knife out, but tried to keep it partially hidden from the view of the little boy. Fake or not, he doubted it was soemthing a child like to see.
"Lately...I, have wished to show my friend how to defend himself, it's not real, but it can be used for practicing."
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Um...
[At first she sounds confused, then her voice drops into a hushed, disbelieving mutter.]
... what the fuck.
[She kneels down and picks up the object from the corner closest to the door. She holds it by two fingers and dangles it upside down in front of her face, eyes squinting as she carefully scrutinizes it.
It's a light bulb.]
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"Perhaps you needed some illumination?" He said it before he thought about it, oh good job A, that will impress her. He smiled to cover his faux-pas. "Light, I mean, you need a light bulb for something yes?"
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... ... this is the... room that [- wave of the free arm -] grants people wishes? Their deepest wants and desires?
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Taking a while to appreciate this short reprieve (he decided not to intrude on the other occupants of the room), Near noticed a box on a small table beside him.
Inside, were several airship models, many of which were very familiar to the young boy. Near cradled the box in his arms, his fingers running over the sleek details of each model.
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"Though... I did not expect to find any of them in this mansion."
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...What am I doing back here? *she murmurs, mostly to herself.*
[ooc: More than anything else, Mel wants to go home to a world where she can safely have a family.]
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A had an idea suddenly becoming pregnant like that must be painful. Not that he really had any good idea of what child bearing was like being raised in an orphanage all his life.
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*She feels as if she's having an attack of second-trimester absent-mindedness as she looks at the young man she's not sure she remembers being in the mansion. She rests a hand on her belly.*
Never thought I'd see this place again.
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"You've had this...side effect from a room before?"
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Akito!!! Oh my God, what are you doing here?!
::she continues to hug him to her tight, pressing kisses to his head::
Oh, my sweet baby, I hope you haven't been here long!
((ooc: Misa's missing her nephew today. :) ))
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“Ah, I take it you know him?” he asked about the little boy.
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Yes, he's my nephew, but...
::she realizes she's in a rool and people don't normally arrive in the rooms, particullarly children. Her face falls as she turns questioningly to A, her voice a bit deadpan, softly demanding an answer::
What effect does this room have.
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"Lately...I, have wished to show my friend how to defend himself, it's not real, but it can be used for practicing."
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