Marisa Kirisame (
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-07-24 12:21 pm
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[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.]
[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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She kneels again once she gets close enough to see that tiny figure.]
Marisa? What happened?
[Her voice is soft, quiet.]
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After a moment, she registers the face she's seeing and swallows.]
I don't know.
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[With that, she moves, off to get trash bags and at the very least get the body out of here. This, she can do quickly and - somehow - without getting very much blood on her dress.
She comes back a few minutes later, mop in hand, and takes care of what's on the floor, including where Marisa got sick. One last wash of her hands, and she's kneeling in front of Marisa again.]
Tell me what you remember.
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[She furrows her brow, looking distracted for a moment, before continuing.]
I said no and left. She grabbed my shoulder and I shoved her hand off me. And then... there was blood. Everywhere. On me... she was screaming.
[Getting way too pale again.]
H-her arm...
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I see. That's not your way or your kind of magic. I'm sure of that. And that means it isn't your fault, Marisa. Let me get you some water, okay?
[She stands, getting the witch a glass of water, and comes back a moment later.]
We still need to figure out why it happened. Has anything else unusual happened over the past few days? Strange deliveries to the house, anyone acting different than usual, anything at all?
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[She doesn't take the water, just stares at it.]
But it's healing magic.
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...and how did you come by this magic?
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[There's a sinking feeling in the pit of Sakuya's stomach. She has a feeling she knows, but she's hoping she's wrong.]
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Post office.
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...tell me that you didn't know beforehand what that place does normally.
[Not bloody likely. She sighs, extending a hand to the witch.]
You need to go back over there and give back that magic.
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...I just looked around inside. Had a good plan. Was invisible.
[She takes Sakuya's hand and pulls herself out from under the table. Welcome to some nasty abdominal pains, maid.]
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...you...what?
[If she wasn't too busy feeling like she'd been stabbed in the gut, she'd be chewing you out, witch.]
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...no. Feels like - like someone stabbed me...
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You're not bleeding...
[So she raises her hand, it glows a bright yellow, and a powerful healing spell settles over the maid.]
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...I'm surprised I wasn't. I don't -- wait.
...you went into the post office and came out with things. That...probably means they still want payment from you. Of some sort. Could've cursed you...
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[She braces, then holds her hand out.]
Touch it again. See what happens.
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