[When she wakes up, she recalls darkness and a definite lack of something to reach back for. The Malnosso had been kind enough to leave her the ability to talk and understand, but... it didn't really matter, considering she had no idea what the Malnosso were. Or what these strange green things were. Or what she was.

No, wait. She was a Sayo. She was ( Read more... )

[The sound one first hears is the sound of something heavy hitting the bedroom door. She sits rather calmly in the corner of the shadowy closet though, already understanding of what's happening; not news to her, this mallynapping business. After a few beats of breath, she speaks up with a sort of controlled calmness, like someone slowly ripping a ( Read more... )

[Life goes on.

She's done her time for absently staring, for rubbing her arm and thinking about anything and everything, and... for mourning. Is that the right word? Mourning? Being sad over something that's lost now? She imagines it must be... But then-a few days after, she stops. Abruptly stops. And when she finally does, she picks her shoulders ( Read more... )

[Hello, Luceti. Are you having a good Monday? Good. Goooood. Then you won't mind the sudden cry of surprise from the journal, will you? There's shuffle and a few huffs from running. This is because Sayo is hiding under a tree, gripping the trunk for dear life.]

The sky!! There's something wrong with the sky!

It's-it's melting!!

[... Yes, you can hear ( Read more... )

[Shuffle.

shuffle shuffle

snap snap


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( In Which Sayo's Not Been Doing As Well )

[Sayo returns from the tunnels, and it's like a welled up pressure in her chest finally dissipates into something more manageable-to go from a battlefield of bodies to a clean, cold forest that takes the air right out of her... she almost feels detached from reality, for the return home. Nothing left physically but a bandaged arm. A stitched up cut ( Read more... )

[After hearing about being on a list she had no desire being on, Sayo's going to be a little anxious. She's been unable to focus during the next few hours after the broadcast, instead seeking comfort in weaving at the loom-only, her heart was beating quickly at the thought of it: she wasn't sure what a lot of things meant, but she knew fighting. ( Read more... )

[After a very tiring last few weeks-between learning about things she's forgotten and turning into things she could never willingly forget-Sayo found herself resting comfortably in Luceti. The experiment, while straining for some, wasn't so bad. She'd gotten to record an image of her son's face while she was stuck in his body... and now she can ( Read more... )

[Daily routine is a-go-'wake up' early, arrive at the restaurant at ungodly hours to make sure it's all ready to go... Well, this time she feels anxious, for reasons she's not too sure about. Full of energy. So, she arrives at the restaurant a few hours earlier and just... cleans. Cleaning was therapeutic, it felt like, and when she was done, that ( Read more... )