Marisa Kirisame (
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-08-13 11:47 am
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5th ☆
[Action - POST OFFICE]
[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside.
What a sight she is - pale with dark, dark circles under her eyes, her hair limp, eyes bloodshot and dull. Marisa had lost a lot of weight and it showed with the way her clothes hung loose on her body and there was old dried blood covering her left forearm. She moved slowly as if walking was a struggle, which it was at this point.
The witch was so miserable and she chose Patchouli over the magic. Now she just had to give it back.
When Marisa reached the counter, she used it to support herself, leaning heavily on it. She didn't look at the Postman yet, but at her hands to see if the counter would crack or break like everything else she'd been touching did.]
[ooc: This post is specifically for interaction with the Postman. PM me if you wish to have your character interfere.]
[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside.
What a sight she is - pale with dark, dark circles under her eyes, her hair limp, eyes bloodshot and dull. Marisa had lost a lot of weight and it showed with the way her clothes hung loose on her body and there was old dried blood covering her left forearm. She moved slowly as if walking was a struggle, which it was at this point.
The witch was so miserable and she chose Patchouli over the magic. Now she just had to give it back.
When Marisa reached the counter, she used it to support herself, leaning heavily on it. She didn't look at the Postman yet, but at her hands to see if the counter would crack or break like everything else she'd been touching did.]
[ooc: This post is specifically for interaction with the Postman. PM me if you wish to have your character interfere.]
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His counter-top, of course, remains intact.]
Marisa! What can I do for you on this lovely day?
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I don't... I don't want it anymore. Take it back.
sorry for the delay!
[he continues to smile as if he has no idea what she means.]
it's okay!
The healing magic. The stuff I took. I don't want it anymore.
Take it back.
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[his smile finally fades. it's a little unsettling.] But why? You were just so eager to get your hands on it!
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[She swallowed and glanced back toward the entrance where she knew just outside the woman she loves is waiting for her. Patchouli said it was either the magic or her... and Marisa made her choice.]
It's not worth it. I give it up. Take the healing back, take my own hat back. I don't want it anymore.
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That's all I wanted to hear!
[With a wink, a pile of packages appears on the desk, and Marisa will find herself free of the curses, although missing the regains- they've been returned to where they belong.]
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Gods, I hate you.
[The words were mumbled as she righted herself and walked out of the post office.]
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[he waves her off cheerfully.]
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Marisa steadied herself on the wall to the building, leaning against it. She didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything.]
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I... think so. Why are you yelling?
[It was a silly question, but after having voices in your head talking constantly for two weeks the sudden absence of them made everything so much louder.]
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Don't ever do that again...
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She clung to Patchy, buried her face in the crook of her neck, not even realizing tears had begun to slide down her face.]
Lesson learned. So... so sorry, Patchy.
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Come. Let's get you to my house. We can get you cleaned up and properly fed.
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She nodded in agreement, but it was with great reluctance that she let go.]
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Meiling can cook you up something nice and hearty. You'll need it.
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...gotta be careful not to get sick. Is Meiling gonna--? She thinks she needs to keep me away from you. She was drunk and I was... kinda mean.
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[As much as Marisa had wanted time to get used to the idea of her and Patchouli being reality and not just her own fantasy... after this she couldn't hold off anymore. She did tell Patchy that she loved her. Out loud.]
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Gods, I've got such a headache. Everything's so loud...
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[Attempting to not kill the atmosphere now...]
...but all that sounds heavenly, ze. I, uh, don't know how to get to your house from here, so I guess, lead the way?
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Can I... Can I stay... tonight?
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[Oops, Marisa just tripped over her feet and grabbed into Patchy to steady herself.]
Sorry...
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...you tell anyone else?
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[she sighs]
...but I guess I'm going to have to learn to.
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I gave up amazing, powerful magic that I'll probably never achieve in my human life-span for you. It'd be silly to deny you this.
...but can you tell her to can it with the 'must protect mistress from the rat' crap?
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[yaaaaaaaaaawn]