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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

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SUCKS TO BE US

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]

YUP

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Like she can really leave.

Still, whatever happened was obviously violent. Glowing, magical symbols begin to surround Rita in preparation to cast a spell as she shoves open the door and moves inside. ]

cut and pastes like a boss

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[When the door is pushed open, the pool of blood shows that something had been dragged through it - most likely the body of the one it belonged to. The amount of blood is far too much for someone to have lost and survived.

A bit farther inside is a dark shape laying on the floor, the blood trail leading to it. It's not going to take a genius to figure out what that is, though something seems very off about it. One can't quite put their finger on it right then.]

laaaazy

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Well, somebody's dead. That much is obvious.

The body lying there doesn't look like Marisa's, though - her own magic is giving enough light to see that. But whose body is it?

She moves to drag the body over with her newly-acquired telekinetic powers, but a sudden surge of pressure in her head occurs when she tries to grab onto it, and the body, instead, goes flying, crashing into the wall with an incredibly loud smashing sound.

Welp, whoever did this was obviously onto the fact somebody was there now. But Rita wasn't thinking about that, as she was now doubled over on the ground, clutching her head instead. Sheesh Rita, set some priorities... ]

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[Well, if Rita hadn't notced the bpdy's severed limb, she does now that she'd doubled over and essentially staring at it. Really, it looks more like it'd been twisted off than severed.

And there's a shift of movement to the side, a rattle of a lamp, as Marisa huddled under a side table splattered with blood.]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Ow ow ow ow head........

Arm?

Rita grits her teeth, tearing her eyes away from the arm back to the room, casting worried glances about when she hears that rattling, and-- ]

Marisa?

[ It's just too bad her voice comes out a bit higher than expected... Why was that?

Rita's features have shifted to younger, a kid, and her hair's turned a shade of platinum blond... but she's still recognizable as Rita. ]

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[Marisa just whimpers, staring at the scene. She's not coming out it seems.]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Hey. Marisa.

[ Rita's pretty much dragging herself over. Bro, you'd best be snapping out of this... ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Rita?

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Who else would it be? [ Sheesh, she's right here.

Rita doesn't realize she looks any different, though. ]

What happened?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...you're blonde. And... ten.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

I'm-- What?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...go look.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ ndog fine.... Rita finds a mirror and, using her new power, she'll bring it over.... NOT tossing it this time.

She stares at her reflection for a minute. ]

What- What's going on?

[ She concentrates on her appearance.... and with some effort, shifts her appearance back to normal. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I don't know.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Hrrrngh.... Well, at least she's back to normal. ]

But that's not important...

Marisa, what happened here?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...she's dead.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Who's dead...?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

The drone... mother.

[points at body]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Glances over. So that's whose body it was. ]

But how did it happen?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I dunno. she grabbed me, I shoved her hand off me and then her arm was gone and there was blood everywhere...

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

. . . Your magic can do that?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No!

...at least not at the level I have it back. I don't make people blow up or rip limbs off.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

If that's so...

[ Something pinged here there. Was Marisa lying? Was she!?

...No, that was stupid. Why would she... . . . . ]

Maybe our new powers are starting to act up. [ Right, that actually made more sense... ]

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[Marisa lied a lot, but not about this.]

That'd make sense if I was using any magic. But I wasn't...