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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is sitting in a chair, legs crossed and martini in hand, and obviously in the middle of a conversation. Though, depending on who you are, that conversation may be of little importance in comparison to what she's wearing. Diva is wearing a long black robe, thigh highs, and matching underwear. At least the robe's top is conveniently placed to cover her chest, but otherwise, that's it. You can guess what Diva was doing before.}

---to kill me. So he should die. It's what I've...{But she trails off as she realizes where she is, taking a sip of her martini instead}

...Ah~ Ne, that's really bad timing. And today was already a strange day.

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[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ Well, someone--a friend--tried to kill me, so I'm a little upset.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

To... kill... B-but, that's terrible! Th-that... can't... couldn't it be a misunderstanding?! [Cannot handle this place. Japan burning, friends trying to kill each other...]

[madamemoiselle]

{Takes a sip of her drink} Solomon was very clear. He loves my sister, so to protect her, he thought that I should die. {huffs}

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[She just looks at Diva for a moment, then her eyes fill with tears and she hugs her.] D-Diva-san, y-you... You can't. You said the movies were wrong, right? You said you are not that way. You cannot hurt people, even if they're mean, even if they're terrible to you.

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is very still in Tohru's arms for several moments before she seems to deflate, resting her head on Tohru's shoulder} But what do I do? I don't want to die, not yet.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

O-of course not. [Hugs harder, because the last thing in the world she wants is for someone she knows to die.] I don't want you to either, Diva-san. B-but... b-but... you cannot kill. Killing hurts people, too. Not just the person that dies.

[madamemoiselle]

...You want me to live?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Surprised.] Of course, Diva-san. Of course I do.

[madamemoiselle]

Even though I'm not human?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Still surprised.] That doesn't matter. I care about Diva-san. Losing someone you care about... is the worst thing in the world.

[Steps out of the hug and takes Diva's hands, looking earnest.] And that's another reason Diva-san shouldn't hurt her friend, because even if what he did hurts, won't it hurt you more for him to be gone forever?

[madamemoiselle]

{Just stares} You really think so?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Firmly] Yes, yes I think so.

Diva-san has lived... a very long time. And Diva-san will live a lot longer, right? So... so... it would be sad to spend all that time remembering you lost a friend. And... isn't that long enough... I mean, I-I think... Isn't the time Diva-san will keep living through long enough to forgive them?

[madamemoiselle]

{Looks down; it wouldn't be good to offer that she might not live longer anyways, so she just nods}...I guess...I guess that's true.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Despite her cluelessness in other areas, Tohru can be surprisingly intuitive.] Diva-san? What's wrong? Is... is there something else wrong?

[madamemoiselle]

Not really. I was just thinking of one of my past Chevalier. Martin tried to kill me too.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Her grip on Diva's hands tightens, and yes, her eyes are welling again, and she isn't really sure what to say.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Laughs sheepishly} Don't worry. I can take care of myself. I'm not exactly well-liked at home, so this kind of thing, well, it's kind of common.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

Com...common... [OKAY CRYING AGAIN NOW. And moar hugs for Diva-san.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[madamemoiselle]

What? No, you don't need to be sorry. Um...{D8} Don't cry...

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Swiping at her eyes and still hugging.] B-but... b-but... it's not right. D-Diva-san is a good person, I know it, I do, I just do not understand...