♢ 2 ♢ ninth pact ❖ {light and darkness}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Marta is mid-pacing when she appears on the plane, hands clasped behind her back and head tilted upward as she loses herself in her own thoughts.]

Come on, Marta, think. There's got to be a way to show him...

[Emil appears on the Plane a moment later. He's also pacing, and looking at a small notebook in his palm, but when he notices Marta's talking to herself he puts it away.]

Hey, Marta... You're not mad because Genis doesn't like your cooking, are you?

No! I'm not mad! [Because that's convincing. She's stopped pacing, though.] I'm just thinking.

[He flinches and takes a step back.] O-okay! I believe you! [... Sigh. He pauses, then ventures a question.] Is it about that weird burning smell?

Hm? Oh. No, not exactly, but... [Well, hey, there's an idea... Maybe if Marta learned to cook — better than Raine at the very least...]

Oh... okay. [Emil plops down on the Milky Way and stifles a yawn.] We should rest here a bit before going back...

[ooc: Marta and Emil have been canonbumped to the beginning of Chapter 4. :D Feel free to bother the lovely couple.]

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[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Marta nods in response to Emil, but goes right back to pacing, more lost in thought than before. She could find the ingredients, and she could surely find ways to practice. Time to actually do so, on the other hand...

Wait! Time doesn't pass here! This could work!

She's smiling now, but still off in her own little world.]

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[Emil tries to figure out what she's thinking, but he can't.

Man, girls are weird.



Since she's so distracted, he's taking out that little notebook again and going through it.] "Library - stocked with many books. None on mana. Colosseum - expansive but empty. Lit with torches. Theatre - familiar magitech. Seems very antique..." Why would I write what I already know...?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[It takes another minute before she's got a sort of half-baked (... more like quarter-baked) plan of action, and she decides that's enough thought on it for now. She goes to sit beside Emil, glancing down at the notebook.]

Hm? Something wrong, Emil? [Why yes, she's reading whatever page he's glancing at now.]

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[He shakes his head.]

I'm still trying to make sense of this. I don't remember writing it...

It's probably nothing. I haven't been sleeping well, so maybe I was really tired when I made these notes.

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Oh. ... Right, all of that. [She bites her lip, looking a little sad. She shakes her head to reground herself and manages to keep herself somewhat neutral.] Remember when I told you that you came here, and you weren't acting like yourself?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He frowns at that.] Not acting like myself... Are you sure it wasn't right after a fight or something? Sometimes I get stuck in... um, "Ratatosk Mode". But I usually remember...

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

But, it wasn't Ratatosk Mode at all. You didn't even know your own name! You even told me you were sure that your real name wasn't Emil...

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Marta...

[What is he supposed to say? She seems so adamant that it happened. And weird things have been happening lately. The dreams-- the visions-- the /memories/. Richter told him not to worry, but Crane took interest in them... Not that he could tell her that he's been trying to fix this. Get stronger... He wants to do this on his own.]

I'm sorry. I know you're telling the truth, I just wish I could remember.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor can't help smiling.]

Looks like someone is doing well.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil blinks at Ten.]

Ah... what do you mean?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[He frowns a bit.]

Oh, well...maybe...have you been feeling all right, Emil?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He has this little notebook in his hands, and he has no idea how he got it. Options: pretend nothing is wrong, or show it to the Doctor.]

Y-yeah, I feel fine.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Aren't you two a little young for a lover's tiff?

Just saying.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Still a little bit under the weather wut]

Everything seems to be as it should for you two.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[BLUSH.] L-Lover's tiff?! It's not-- I mean-- [Watch as she mentally flails and stumbles.]

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Huh? Oh! Hello, Mu. [She gives him a little smile.]

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[She shakes her head.]

It's okay, Emil. I don't understand it, but I know it's not your fault. Don't worry about it so much, alright?

... Anyway, I was just saying that... that's when you wrote those. [She gently taps the page of the notebook a few times.] So if you don't remember writing it, then that's probably why.

[lamb_of_gold]

Hello, Marta.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

It's been a while. How are you?

[lamb_of_gold]

Not well, I'm afraid.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[That wasn't an answer she expected. She frowns, concerned.]

Not well? What's wrong?

[lamb_of_gold]

Several of my good friends...they can't come here anymore.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

They... can't?

[She doesn't grasp the gravity of that statement at first, but then she thinks about what would happen if Emil were suddenly unable to come here. Sure, she'd see him in her own world, but things probably wouldn't be the same. Her frown deepens and she shakes her head.]

Oh, Mu... I'm so sorry.

[lamb_of_gold]

It's alright, Marta.

[It's not, but she doesn't need to worry. So he does what a Saint does best and bury it!]

Now. I sense an idea stirring, and I'm wondering if I should be afraid.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

An... idea? [She blushes, laughing nervously.] Oh, ahah, it's nothing! Why should you be afraid? Don't be silly!