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

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's...kinda cool.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little] Barney said something like that, too.

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

Well, it is. I mean, it's got to be exciting, right?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it can be very exciting. Sometimes it's very routine. It depends.

[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.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Oh. ... Well ... anything I can do?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

No. It's all right. Thank you, though.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. ... [must cheer her up. um. er. Ohay.] Have you met Phish?

[have Barney's fish, Triela. he was hiding under his hair, and now he's swimming around your pigtails, shimmering hopefully]

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[omg that's weird but cool at the same time]

Hello, Phish.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Phish sort of flutters his wings and puffs his gills at her]

He likes hiding in people's hair for some reason. I don't know why. ... He's pretty chill, though.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[smiles, patting the fish]

He's nice.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't have any idea where he came from. He just kinda showed up. Only, he hasn't gone away, like the rest of the stuff that kinda showed up. ... I'm glad everything's not pink anymore. Yesterday was kinda freaky.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I'm not overly fond of pink myself. Though Henrietta and Rico might have liked it.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

It was okay for a little while, but ... well. It was kinda like the pound cake. Too much of anything after a while ... y'know. ... Was that why I didn't see you? You were hidin' out?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I was trying to train on my own, without a handler.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[quietly] Oh.

... What do they help you do? I wonder if we couldn't put, like, a personal ad in the journals. "Wanted: One Handler/Trainer For Triela. Must Be Able To Teach this, that, and such-and-such"?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I already asked. Maybe I was too subtle.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

We need big posters. I bet there's posterboard and paint around here, somewhere. I could make you a few?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Would that work?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

It's worth a shot, right?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[she nods, looking pleased] I'm not sure what to do in this situation. We're all assigned handlers, you see.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Well ... the castle hasn't assigned you one, so. Maybe it's best if you pick someone that you feel could do the best job, based on what you've told me. You know. Have auditions.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

That sounds a little strange to me, but I know I would feel more at ease if I had a handler.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

You want me to help you make some posters, then? ... I saw someone's starting a newspaper. You could even ask them to put an ad in.