7th Formulation [Audio//Open Commentlog]

[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia woke this morning to find she had been sleeping standing up. What's more her labcoat and usual attire have disappeared, replaced by some strange white dress. And her body! All these new scars and stretch marks. Except... they're old. A dim echo in her mind knows why. She finally founds a voice that creaks and groans like her vocal cords

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[lilstndrdpckge]

Hide you from what?

OMG, your brilliant and cute are about to destroy me.

[intimacyphobic]

... My sins.

\o\

[lilstndrdpckge]

'S there somethin' ya' did wrong? Ya' seem like a nice ol' lady.

[intimacyphobic]

Everything. I've done everything wrong.

And you... such a kind and blind child...

Sweet like my son...

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[consummateturk]

What is the matter?

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[intimacyphobic]

Remorse is the most relentless disease.

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[consummateturk]

That make no sense.

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[intimacyphobic]

It does... in my story.~

[pimp_hat]

[Hello there strange barefoot lady, you may or may not have a tiny troll child creeping along behind you.]

[intimacyphobic]

[Her Jenova senses are tingling.~ She twitches, speeds up, slows down, and finally whips around this way and that. Oh, oh! What is this nonsense? A sigh...]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas holds his hands over his mouth to try and stifle a giggle. There's no way she's going to catch him. He is the master of stealth!]

[intimacyphobic]

[She's still flustered and flailing, her eyes looking very... funny.]

Show yourself!

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[notwhatiwas]

[At this point Vincent has made it up to deck four. He's been given orders by Reno, but honestly he's still on the lookout for someone else--Veld is right out, Vice Director or not, but this rookie would sure love to see Tally right now. Hell, even Katal and Inri would be a welcome sight.

He's confused and aggravated and a little bit scared--because Reno told him he's been affected by the madness too and he can't tell, and because apparently he was listed as dead fairly recently according to the aging acting Director--but he's a Turk, damn it, and he's going to do what Turks do best and keep calm.

Vincent moves down the hall toward the buffet, stopping when he hears what sounds like a woman crying, and turning toward the source. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[Crying is a polite way to put it: low sobbing, sirenic wail is more accurate. Lucrecia comes sliding down the hallway like a ghost, whispering the secrets of the dead to the walls she's leaning against. She stops: new person, old person--she knows this person, even before she looks up.

When she does manage to make eye contact, brown eyes flash green, slipping and whirling between the two colors as pupils dilate and contract. She turns as white as her dress and moves closer, waving a hand out in front of her.]

I... didn't cast... couldn't be...

you...

... ... [Her breathing quickens and she folds her arms across her chest.] Haunting me... Memory foul, memory fair... STOP IT, VINCENT VALENTINE!

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[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent automatically puts his hands over his ears when she screams at him, howling his name high enough to pierce through the inside of his skull.

What the HELL?]

Stop WHAT?!

[He shouts to be heard over this madwoman's keening, body tensed to strike if she makes a wrong move, to do SOMETHING if she just gives him a reason. He may be a little crazy right now, but he's nothing compared to this.]

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[intimacyphobic]

[She finally breaks off, silent, eyes closed, head bowed, hands hapzardly gathered into some mimicry of prayer. There is no breath to her, no tiny movements as evidence of life--still. She speaks, and her lips don't quite sync with her words, as thoughts made auditory pass from her plane to his in a faraway voice.]

Stop.... stop, just stop.

You... the specter mocks... what he is--and me--both... with what you were.

[A pale blue shimmer passes over her in a crystalline flicker as she searches, searches, SEARCHES the field around him for some unknown sign, some passage in. Where's the mark she left? Where's.... where's the protomateria?]