So, and not that I care or anything -

[Saki's leaning in a chair in the otherwise empty town hall, the front legs of it pulled off the ground as she juggles a single rock up and down with her feet propped up on the closest table.]

- but did something eat Valeria?

[She's so sensitive.]

[At first, the image is blurry. Then, you - yes, you - are greeted to the sight of a twitchy nose and half a cheek of a linefacing rabbit, before its scooped up rather abruptly and placed on a blanket spread.

Then, a happy(ish) face greets the screen.] Morning! [It’s late in the afternoon, but maybe she was just sleeping all day. Who knows.When I ( Read more... )

[Ordinarily Saki would have made her way to the inn by now but the day sees her having made no real effort to leave her croft, having spent most of the morning curled up against the window with her rabbit in her lap. She doesn't know if it's laziness, apathy, or something else entirely that has put her in this odd mood - but rather than spend any ( Read more... )

[The first thing she notices is how much she aches.

It’s a bit difficult to lift her head, to even open her eyes. She does, after a few moments, her arms and legs feeling limp, barely movable. And it hurts, squeezing her eyes shut mere moments after opening them against the vague, hot prickle of pained tears ( Read more... )

[The image on the feed is very innocuous. Saki's in an apron and her hands are damp - but clean - and appear to be holding something.Good afternoon, Demeleier at large ( Read more... )

Warning: For possible discussions of murder, suicide, noncon/dubcon, emotional blackmail, how much of an asshole Adachi is and for possible suicidal imagery. Please proceed at your own discretion.

Also: The dream is written in prose for ease of voices, but action style comments are perfectly fine. It's up to you!

( violet wrists and then her ankles )

[The video feed clicks on a moment too quick and for a moment, there's nothing but the close-up grain of burlap before Saki plucks up the communicator to shift it ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Sheik, hackable.]

[it took her the better part of the morning to get to the point of having words, the whirling tempest of her mind calming to a mild wind ( Read more... )

Shoo. Go. Take off.

This isn't working.

[The feed pans down; the lidded eyes of an infant goat blink back up into the feed. In its mouth? Saki's pant leg. This would be a lot less unusual if she weren't currently sitting in the inn's dining hall.

The feed switches off.]

[Filtered to Sheik, hackable.]

This is stupid.

--dammit!

[The communicator falls to the wayside, hitting the floor with a delicate clink as it gives whoever might be watching a view of Saki on her knees - but it's nothing to get excited about, since she's overturning every loose nook and cranny of her croft, clearly agitated.

And talking to herself, if the mildly frustrated,] where are they, ( Read more... )