Eh. I'm sort of pleased, and sort of not with how this turned out. Dialog is so not my forte.
Be it through some strange quirk of fate or merely happenstance, the spread of Otome figurines was part of the things that had survived the ceiling of my office coming down.
And, as luck would have it, Ren had apparently put them back into the room when they'd finished patching up the impromptu skylight.
Said room's current occupant had been busy studying them when I'd entered, turning to face me as I swung the door open.
I found myself looking into a pair of eyes that were not so much red, as they were a reddish brown. Another minor difference. The level of emotional control mirrored within them was scarily like that of her ... what, older counterpart? As good a description as any, I supposed.
Fire. Ice. Crumbling masonry and splintered wood flying through the air. A moon half-engulfed in crimson hanging in the sky, creeping black shadows licking along the edges.
The images assaulted my mind as soon as our gazes met, almost making me reel and having my Field resonate with a sharp ... well, if Gabe were here, he/she'd have described it as a dischord. To me, it felt like somebody dropping a stone into reality's pond. Judging by her face going slightly pale then, I guessed I wasn't the only one who'd gotten a flash of whatever that had been.
Points for self control, though. She was back to being centered faster than me.
"Ohayo, Shiraga Katsu-san."
Aaaaaalrighty. So that's the way she wanted to play?
"It's Schrdinger, actually. Katz Schrdinger."
She was about to retort when she stopped, eyes widening a bit, then crinkling in barely suppressed mirth before she brough a hand up to her mouth and tried to stiffle a giggle. There was an edge there, though it appeared almost imperceptible.
The reaction was so at odds with what I'd expected that it threw me for another loop. I recovered quickly enough this time, thought.
"I know. Bad pun. But so far ... you've been the one person I've met in the past few years who'd caught that," permit me the little untruth of not mentioning Miyu in regard to this.
"Fujino," she said, after regaining her composure. "My name is Fujino Shizuru, Katz-san. And I have died."
"You could say the same about Shiraga Katsu."
"That is ... fortunate," she replied, tone solemn. "Because, what I have been told to relate to him ... someone alive would, perhaps, not be able to believe it."
tsuzuku,
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Be it through some strange quirk of fate or merely happenstance, the spread of Otome figurines was part of the things that had survived the ceiling of my office coming down.
And, as luck would have it, Ren had apparently put them back into the room when they'd finished patching up the impromptu skylight.
Said room's current occupant had been busy studying them when I'd entered, turning to face me as I swung the door open.
I found myself looking into a pair of eyes that were not so much red, as they were a reddish brown. Another minor difference. The level of emotional control mirrored within them was scarily like that of her ... what, older counterpart? As good a description as any, I supposed.
Fire. Ice. Crumbling masonry and splintered wood flying through the air. A moon half-engulfed in crimson hanging in the sky, creeping black shadows licking along the edges.
The images assaulted my mind as soon as our gazes met, almost making me reel and having my Field resonate with a sharp ... well, if Gabe were here, he/she'd have described it as a dischord. To me, it felt like somebody dropping a stone into reality's pond. Judging by her face going slightly pale then, I guessed I wasn't the only one who'd gotten a flash of whatever that had been.
Points for self control, though. She was back to being centered faster than me.
"Ohayo, Shiraga Katsu-san."
Aaaaaalrighty. So that's the way she wanted to play?
"It's Schrdinger, actually. Katz Schrdinger."
She was about to retort when she stopped, eyes widening a bit, then crinkling in barely suppressed mirth before she brough a hand up to her mouth and tried to stiffle a giggle. There was an edge there, though it appeared almost imperceptible.
The reaction was so at odds with what I'd expected that it threw me for another loop. I recovered quickly enough this time, thought.
"I know. Bad pun. But so far ... you've been the one person I've met in the past few years who'd caught that," permit me the little untruth of not mentioning Miyu in regard to this.
"Fujino," she said, after regaining her composure. "My name is Fujino Shizuru, Katz-san. And I have died."
"You could say the same about Shiraga Katsu."
"That is ... fortunate," she replied, tone solemn. "Because, what I have been told to relate to him ... someone alive would, perhaps, not be able to believe it."
tsuzuku,
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm