Mission Eight

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[here we have Triela in the kitchen, wandering around searching for someone. She turns to a nearby ghost]

Are you my brother?

[the ghost floats away and she continues her search]


[ooc: ttly open post for loss start]

Comments

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

[have a naruto raiding the cupboards for some ramen and hears her, looking over his shoulder and staring a bit... before avoiding the crazy and just continuing what he's doing]

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[she turns to Naruto hopefully]

Are you my brother?

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

... [blinks and turns again, a little wary] Um... no? Why, do I look like your brother?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

He was my loss. I don't remember what he looks like.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

Uhm... ?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[turns to address the new person]

Are you my brother?

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not your brother.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that.

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

[Because it's always fun to confuse the confused, Haru is wandering in, glad at least now he can eat again]

...Were you talking to someone, Triela-san?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[and now she looks to him]

Are you my brother?

1/2

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

[Blink]

2/2

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

I...um. No?

Unless this is some sort of slang I've missed out on?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Sorry. It must be the castle. For some reason I have to ask everyone.

[lord-morrolan.livejournal.com]

You have a brother, Triela?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[lol poor girl]

Are you my brother?

[lord-morrolan.livejournal.com]

[He sounds disappointed.]

Most assuredly not. My father died before I was born.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[and he looks most physically similar to Hilshire so far, not that Triela remembers this]

Not that kind of brother. It's hard to explain.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[wanders in, looking for something to eat. preferably something he can share with Phish. ... ohi, Triela, you haven't seen him all hippie-fied yet, HAVE you...]

Hey, Tri. Long time no see!

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[compelled to ask even though she knows the answer]

Are you my brother?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Not officially, nope. Sorry. ... Everything okay?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

No. I still haven't found a handler, and... the castle is trying to help me, apparently.

[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[have a Hartmann, radiating question marks at the sight]

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[she's forced to ask, although she knows the answer]

Are you my brother?

[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[bzuh] No...?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Sorry. It's the castle.