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[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ since she is still not comfortable writing in a journal she's been told is magic, nor is she interested in reading other people's supposed 'private' entries, tomoe is going to learn about paradisa the old-fashioned way, dude. that is...walking around and looking at things. at least this time she isn't covered in blood with a shredded kimono, mmkay?

she's looking very dazed, though. that loss is kicking in, but of course she just assumes she's gone completely mad. why wouldn't she? she's a special flower, with special voices in her head. so...yes.

japanese lady walking around the castle grounds looking kind of like a stoner? check! open for bugging? check! ]

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[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's not something she expected to see. That woman looked familiar, so very familiar... what was her name?]

Tomoe?

[It had been well over a year, okay? :| ]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ that's okay, since she doesn't remember your name at all! and is kind of spooked at some unfamiliar chick in...what is that? armor? knowing her name.

...wow. that is a big sword ]

Hm?

[ stopping and staring at her. suddenly noticing...lack of voices. oh ]

Yes.

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[Hesitating, then approaching.]

Did you just get here?

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ still staring. she keeps seeing weirder and weirder outfits... and she just can't imagine anyone carrying a sword like that, let alone a woman. who...knows her name ]

No. I have been here some days now. How do you know my name?

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

It's quite the long story. [Right. Manners. Uh.] My name is Teresa.

What have you learned about this place?

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ a glance to the side, as if expecting to see someone, before looking back to her ]

That this is the afterlife, but not. That there is a journal I can write in, but since other people can read it, that seems pointless. And that there are ghosts who are not ghosts.

I've also learned that the washroom and bathing facilities, along with the kitchen, are rather alien.

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[Seems a little amused.]

You've been here before, though you can't remember it.

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ feeling that gaze on her, she...ignores it ]

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ you do that :> not like she isn't used to being stared at. usually for different reasons though ]

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ she will kind of slow...and halt when she realizes something. NO MORE VOICES? que? curious, she looks in his direction ]

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's not something she expected to see. That woman looked familiar, so very familiar... what was her name?]

Tomoe?

[It had been well over a year, okay? :| ]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ that's okay, since she doesn't remember your name at all! and is kind of spooked at some unfamiliar chick in...what is that? armor? knowing her name.

...wow. that is a big sword ]

Hm?

[ stopping and staring at her. suddenly noticing...lack of voices. oh ]

Yes.

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[Hesitating, then approaching.]

Did you just get here?

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ still staring. she keeps seeing weirder and weirder outfits... and she just can't imagine anyone carrying a sword like that, let alone a woman. who...knows her name ]

No. I have been here some days now. How do you know my name?

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

It's quite the long story. [Right. Manners. Uh.] My name is Teresa.

What have you learned about this place?

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ a glance to the side, as if expecting to see someone, before looking back to her ]

That this is the afterlife, but not. That there is a journal I can write in, but since other people can read it, that seems pointless. And that there are ghosts who are not ghosts.

I've also learned that the washroom and bathing facilities, along with the kitchen, are rather alien.

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ feeling that gaze on her, she...ignores it ]

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ you do that :> not like she isn't used to being stared at. usually for different reasons though ]

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ she will kind of slow...and halt when she realizes something. NO MORE VOICES? que? curious, she looks in his direction ]