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[adropofjupiter]

[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.]

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[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem surprised to see her, cheery smile fixed in place.

His counter-top, of course, remains intact.]

Marisa! What can I do for you on this lovely day?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Of course, the counter remains intact - just to MOCK her. Marisa looks up at him once she's addressed balefully.]

I don't... I don't want it anymore. Take it back.

sorry for the delay!

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

Haha! Want what back?

[he continues to smile as if he has no idea what she means.]

it's okay!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Oh Gods, this asshole was going to make her say it? Admit to it? She was so tempted to just reach across the counter and grab him in hopes that maybe the damn curse would leave him covered in cuts.]

The healing magic. The stuff I took. I don't want it anymore.

Take it back.

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

I see.

[his smile finally fades. it's a little unsettling.] But why? You were just so eager to get your hands on it!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

That was before you turned it on me and made my life hell.

[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.

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[He smiles again.]

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.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She practically collapses at the shock of the sudden silence, grabbing onto the counter for support. It was gone... it was all gone... No more voices, no more feeling like everything around her was going to die, but also that amazing healing power was gone. It left a void inside, but she knew that would go away with time, rest and... love.]

Gods, I hate you.

[The words were mumbled as she righted herself and walked out of the post office.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

See you soon, Marisa! Have a great day!

[he waves her off cheerfully.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-Patchouli had remained outside, just as she said she would. She turned to Marisa as soon as she saw her, though did not immediately close the distance between them.-

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[It occurred to Marisa that she must have the most horrible, greasy, downright ugly hat hair imaginable now that her hat was gone. It made her so embarrassed to be seen by Patchouli this way. How could anyone be attracted to what she was right then?

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.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Is... Is it over?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa winced at how loud Patchouli sounded and put a hand to her temple.]

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.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-... What? Yelling? No time for that. Patchouli immediately moved to Marisa to give her a huge, loving hug.-

Don't ever do that again...

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa immediately tensed up, terrified the contact would hurt Patchouli, that the curse really wasn't gone. But then nothing happened and Patchouli was so warm...

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.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Mm... You're forgiven. So long as I've still got you to hold at the end of the day...

Come. Let's get you to my house. We can get you cleaned up and properly fed.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Those words made her feel so warm inside... and made her cry even more. How could she have even thought for one moment that anything was better than this?

She nodded in agreement, but it was with great reluctance that she let go.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-She wasn't separate for long, as Patchouli took her hand.-

Meiling can cook you up something nice and hearty. You'll need it.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa squeezed Patchouli's hand and stayed close.]

...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.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I already took care of that... She and I had a talk before I came to you.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. She okay with...us?

[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.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Mm... She seems to be. At least that is the impression that I got.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

Gods, I've got such a headache. Everything's so loud...

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

What you need right now is food, rest, and comfort... All of which I will provide.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

And a bath. I probably smell really bad...

[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?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I can handle that much, yes.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa stayed close as they walked, just in case her body gave out on her along the way. It was looking more and more like Marisa wouldn't even stay awake long enough to eat once at Patchy's before sleep took her.]

Can I... Can I stay... tonight?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. For as long as you need to.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I owe Flandre a play day... and a night. Promised as soon as it was safe... Don't tell her I chose you instead...

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Don't be silly. She'll understand.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

She will? But... I'm breaking a promise...

[Oops, Marisa just tripped over her feet and grabbed into Patchy to steady herself.]

Sorry...

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

-She stumbles a bit, but somehow manages to recover. She may have used flight to cheat a little.-

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[At least Patchouli can fly.]

...you tell anyone else?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I told Koakuma. Incidentally, you should be nicer to her.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I will when she is.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I mean it, Marisa Kirisame. She feels you don't respect her. She's a growing demon, and she doesn't need to have her confidence shattered by your dismissal of her.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I don't. She's irritating, easy to defeat and yet still acts like she's got a chance. It's really irritating to hear it over and over about how she's going to stop me, protect you from me as if you aren't capable of it. I get it - cause she's your familiar - but she's right; I don't respect her.

[she sighs]

...but I guess I'm going to have to learn to.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Mm... Do it for me, at least? You're both important to me, and I want you to be able to get along. You're the more mature one, so it will be better if you extend the olive branch first.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[It's not often Marisa hears the word mature in reference to herself. She catches Patchouli's eyes.]

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?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I'll try.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Then I'll do my best to be nice to her.

[yaaaaaaaaaawn]