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[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't understand it at all...

{Diva is looking very fashionable in red today, wearing the hairstyle and clothing of a Victorian fashion, complete with all the equipment at her waist or in her hands for archery. She's nocking an arrow with a very practiced fluidity. There's no way she would be able to use the bow in her hands as a weapon, just for sport. To further accentuate that, a distance away is a rather beat-up looking target with a few arrows in it already, though very few are even on the target.}

I mean, it would make sense when I found that book, but now is such an odd time. I hadn't even been seeing the palace lately.

{She stops murmuring to herself for the moment, aiming and shooting the arrow, and much to her own surprise, gets fairly close to the center! This is surprising for her, since her aim was always pretty terrible.}

...Ah! I hit it!

{Diva smiles, quite pleased with herself, drawing another arrow out of the quiver to try again.}

((ooc: Experiment start for Diva! You can find the details here, but she's chillin' in her memories of Russia at the moment, basically.))

Comments

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Diva, Two doesn't understand your moonspeak.]

What about your own kind?

[madamemoiselle]

There are no others...There's sister, but she wants to kill me.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[For the first time, Two seems to have a reaction that isn't slow and thought out! His eyebrows knit together and he tilts his head, mildly disturbed by the idea.]

There are no exiles in your... world?

[madamemoiselle]

{Shakes her head}

There's only Saya and I. Everyone else is human. So it's lonely! Or, well, it was. Now that I can come here, I'm not lonely at all.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Brain break.]

They must have done away with us.


[p.s., I apologize for how much Two assumes this is all part of the matrix. 8D;]

[madamemoiselle]

They? Ne, you're fine, though, right? Ah, did you get hurt when you were fighting Ray and everyone else?

(TOTALLY OKAY. I love misunderstandings, lol)

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

In your world - the programs.

My brother and I, we don't get hurt.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, that's good, I suppose...Oh, but knowing that, could you try not to hurt those humans? Sam especially, but Chris too. I guess I can't say that for Ray since he stole something from you, but can you at least try not to hurt those two?

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

We won't have to if they don't get in our way.

[madamemoiselle]

Then let me say that if you hurt Sam even a little, just a little cut, then I'll kill you.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Slight, temporary smile and a step forward.]

Oh, will you?

[madamemoiselle]

{She stands a bit straighter} Absolutely.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two is trying to weigh how serious she is, but in any case, he probably isn't taking the threat as seriously as he should be - he's overconfident. Regardless, he has another idea.]

Maybe then, he could help us. He's a friend of Ray's, isn't he?

[madamemoiselle]

{She thinks about that}

Um...I wouldn't say friends, but Sam and Ray are colleagues.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he can convince Ray.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, to give your knife back? I might be able to do that much.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

We would appreciate it.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles brightly, nodding}

I'll make sure to get it back for you, then!

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

You're very welcome. Ne, so if I get that, Sam will be safe?

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[After a beat, he extends his hand to shake on it.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes his hand and shakes it delicately with a nod}

Then I guess that I'll say thank you also.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Oh, and sorry about shooting you.

[He seems more amused than apologetic, but oh well.]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, that's no problem! I'd rather get shot than other things, since it doesn't hurt as much. Besides, I protected Sam, so that's just fine.