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[madamemoiselle]

{Amshel is back, all is well in Diva's world. Or, that is, as "well" as it normally is. She's opted for a blood transfusion today, so Diva is sitting in a chair with one arm out and taking in a steady drip of blood. It's not something that happens often (especially when Amshel is encouraging her to just go 'hunting'), but it's a nice, peaceful alternative. It's really too bad it's not practical.

But in any case, Diva's lap is full of photographs. Some look very old, while some look more recent. There's not a lot that can be done during the process, so Diva has decided to take a stroll through her memories, humming contently as she flips through the photographs with a fond expression.}

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not as silly as you might think, considering my reality. It wouldn't explain the memory loss, though...[shrugs] I'll figure something out.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, it isn't? You travel in between worlds?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I used to. Through time, too.

[madamemoiselle]

Why did you stop?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Raises his arm, gesturing at the band around his wrist and upper-arm] My wrist-band broke [Not the complete truth, but not a lie either]

[madamemoiselle]

.....Your wrist-band?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

It fried-out a while ago, so it doesn't work for Time Travel anymore, but it still functions.