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[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[...Did the temperature just drop a few degrees?

The answer to that is probably (unless you have about fifty coats on) something along the lines of: yes, yes it did. Why is that? Because a Cally just arrived on the Plane; except this Cally is not her usual bubbly self: instead she's sitting cross legged on the ground; with her eyes closed and her eyelashes wreathed in something that looks strangely like frost... In fact that strange frost thing appears to be spreading in a small circle shape around her.

She just remains in that oddly cold state for a moment- and then, suddenly, her eyes snap open- but her head doesn't turn. Instead she just keeps staring straight ahead with a oddly blank expression. Not really seeming to breath- in fact the only indication that she's actually alive are a few rather tiny twitches.

Yep, she'll just be sitting in her creepy corner of the Plane now; being creepy~]

[OOC: Canon update! Check her app for the new history ^^]

Comments

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Not everythin'; but some things must.

[ex_fatalist246]

I suppose.

You're better now?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

...Ya want to go?

[ex_fatalist246]

Yes.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Really?

[ex_fatalist246]

[giving her a look that wants to know why he isn't believed]

Yes.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Giving him a rather hopeful look right back, a girl can hope!]

...Ya looked after me.

[ex_fatalist246]

[impassive] It's what anyone would have done.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Nah, ya may think that 'M dumb but I've met lots of folk- most of my family would've just left me there; lots of folk who didn't like me much would've just left me there.

[ex_fatalist246]

[looking down] It isn't about you. I'm a police officer. It's what I have to do.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Ya don't have to do anything; there ain't any other police around here... An' your father ain't around here either so you ain't under any obligation really. Except yourself.

[ex_fatalist246]

[his tone is almost sliding straight into 'sullen teen']

Then my blood still has some morality left. So what?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[She glares at him; she shall slap that teenage angst out of you if needs be, Satoshi] Don't get all sulky with me, Mister.

...Is that what traps ya? Your mind?

[ex_fatalist246]

[sensing that they're about to get into one of their 'fights']

I don't know what you mean.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[It's strange but she's almost starting to develop the same sense]

Ya expect too much of yourself, at least that's what I think. Ya think that you have to do everythin' for yourself; and that ain't healthy.

[ex_fatalist246]

I rely on my police officers.

[he is deliberately misinterpreting that]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Curse you, Satoshi; she shall continue in her plans to make you happy!]

Yeah, but they can't help with emotions and stuff.

[ex_fatalist246]

It's not a problem.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Is too; emotions are fun and sparkly... Mmmkay, so perhaps not sparkly- but they're healthy to have!

[ex_fatalist246]

We've had this discussion.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Ya didn't listen then, or the time after that- ya should really stop doin' that y'know. That's how ya get into time repeatin' itself and that ain't fun at all.

[ex_fatalist246]

[there is a STUBBORNNESS in his unwillingness to expression emotion right now] Goodbye. I'm happy your well.

["I'm happy" in monotone. Joy of joys.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[This stubbornness is met with POUTING AND RESENTFUL STARING; it'd send any normal robot person into vague shock] No ya aren't; ya sound like a cow just died.

[ex_fatalist246]

[well he is a SUPER robot!] May it rest in peace. [and now the robot leaves, HAH]