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

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

Thanks.



It's just that I'm not used to this kind of stove.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. I guess everything in this place takes some getting used to.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

It probably does. Yet, I know what castles look like. It's just parts of it that are strange to me.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[she nods] The same's probably true for everyone.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

I guess - except if it incidentally looks like someone's home. But how high are the chances of that?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I've been told that it's magic, so it can look however it wants.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

So have I. But it does mostly look the same, right?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Not always. It changes sometimes.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

Yes. It did during the last few days.

How long have you been here, anyway?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

One month. It changed shortly after I arrived.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

Really? Permanently?

I've only been here for... not even a week.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Not permanently, but longer than a day. It was a week.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

What did it too?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

It changed into a ship. A lot of people died.

[takes the kettle off and pours two cups]

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

What? They died?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Yes. Some were the victims of the battles we had to fight, and others died in more horrific ways.

[says this all matter-of-factly, taking down the sugar and adding some to her tea]

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad that I didn't come then.



I wonder if you can sue a sentient castle for murder?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Why would you do that? Sometimes deaths are an unavoidable consequence of battle.

[stirring just as she was taught, so the spoon doesn't clink around]

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

You sound like you speak from experience.

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

I do. I've killed before.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

... oh.



Shall we go to the dining hall?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

Sure. [smiles and takes her teacup carefully]

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

So, uhm... why did you kill?

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

It's my job.

[andcockleshells.livejournal.com]

But... you're so young! You look about my age! Who is cruel like that?