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[adropofjupiter]

[1: Wednesday 8/17 - Action (340 Brady Lane)]

[After escaping Spades, Marisa ran to the first place she could think of where she would be safe, sneaked inside and hid. In a certain magician's room. Under her bed. At least until she calmed down. Sadly, she wasn't hidden quite as well as she thought she was...]




[2: Thursday 8/18 - Phone/Action (1125 Taylor Road)]

[There's a lot of fumbling with the receiver before Marisa finally gets a handle on it.] You know... Some of this milk isn't so bad... This one bottle's kinda like my shrooms. I wonder... I wonder if I'll get those back. Gods I miss them...

Like I miss watching the stars dance in the sky and the... the... trees. Y'know how profound trees are? Such deep rooted knowledge of life and death and the way of balance and the universe. I wonder what the trees would say here with as fucked up as this place is.

[She seems to be talking to someone else now, having dropped the receiver onto the table without hanging up.]

Hey, Patchy... let's go talk to the trees...




[3: Saturday 8/20 - Action (507 Ricardo Street)]

[Fashionable scarf tied around her neck to hide the still-healing bruises from when she'd been strangled earlier in the weel, Marisa decides to go visit Alice and Shiki. Misery loves company and they were all miserable.]

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[not_so_great_wall]

She wouldn't forgive me. [ Not saying that's her only motivator, but the prime one. That and she hasn't killed someone in... she can't even think that far back right now. ] Who?

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The alien I'm forced to live with.

[Meiling is close enough that she might be able to feel Marisa trembling.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She almost manages to look surprised. ] A real alien? I only heard stories, so far.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, from another planet. Some kinda insect-alien. Psychotic asshole. [That terrifies Marisa.]

[not_so_great_wall]

Huh. [ Yep. That's it.

After a long pause. ] Why'd he do it?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Said I was a bad girl and needed punished. He... he was really scary. More than normal. He got all upset at me swearing when he usually swears more than I ever do.

Kept acting like I was his daughter...

[not_so_great_wall]

Droned. [ It takes her a while to reach that conclusion, but it's the last part that clicks the thought into place. The violence was new, but she knew about that, too. ] It happened to Sakuya. [ And here the droopiness in her demeanor was amplified. She said and did so much to Sakuya yesterday; things she can never take back. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Sakuya? She okay?

[not_so_great_wall]

Maybe. [ The truth is, after they parted ways, she didn't check in.

Meiling yawned. ] You should clean up.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

[...]

...okay. Can I stay?

[not_so_great_wall]

If you're a bother, I'll throw you out. [ She reaches out and lazily pats Marisa's shoulder with a hand. ] Deal?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Mm. As long as you don't grab me by the neck if you do. I'll freak out.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She sort-of-claps Marisa's sides. ] Under the arms? [ A ghost of a smile. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa mirrors that smile.] Yeah... that works.

[She lightly bats at one of Meiling's braids.] Thanks.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Meiling nods, her head swaying a bit when the braid swings and then she moves to get up -- which ends in her just sliding off the edge of the bed and landing cross-legged on the floor. ]

--my feet fell asleep.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...

[Marisa stares for a moment and then snickers. Which hurts. So she puts a hand to her throat and rubs it gently.]

You're funny, ze.

[not_so_great_wall]

Oh yeah, well...... you're messy. [ The youkai lifts up her arms and uses the edge of the bed to help herself to her feet. ] C'mon. [ Time to usher Marisa toward the bathroom. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[So not arguing with the gatekeeper. One witch is steered toward the bathroom.]

Where's Patchy?

Translation: Pip doesn't know

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Distractedly. Answering questions AND walking is hard. ] I don't know.

And here I was expecting 'somewhere'

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh. Okay. Good thing I can clean up before she gets back from... whatever she's doing.

That would've worked, too >.>

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A nod. ] Right.

[ And here she's trying to wipe at the edges of Marisa's eyes and cheek with the corner of a damp towel to get those dim stains away. Slowly and carefully. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Marisa would've protested this treatment - she wasn't a child - but she was still upset from the strangling and... it just made her feel safer. Cared for. And maybe... maybe Meiling just needed to do this for herself, too.

So, the witch quietly let it continue.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Age is relative! So it's good that the witch doesn't protest because, in a way, she really does need to do this. Saying she had no problem with the way things were going between those two is one thing; acting on it is another.

But, truthfully, she's just acting on her instincts and not quite thinking that deep into things. Thinking was hard. ] I have makeup. [ She vaguely gestures toward a sealed box containing compacts, lipstick, blush, and various other things. ] I never use them.

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[Makeup was good as it meant she could TRY to cover up the bruises and not get Patchouli on an immediate beeline to the witch's house to kill Spades.]

...thanks. How come you don't use it?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Yes, less murder would be good. ]

[ A slow blink. ] ...do I need it? [ DOES SHE HAVE A ZIT? No, seriously, she's never considered her looks all that important. She takes good care of her body, for the most part, and it's clear. ]