♥ don't want to be the voice inside

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka looks upset. No, more than that - one can almost feel it if they approach, a potent aura of guilt and dismay. She realizes what she's doing and turns it down a few notches, but it won't serve to make her feel any better. She finds herself curling up beneath a big leafy tree, bare feet digging into whatever earth Amaterasu left behind.

It's not that she wants to be left alone. Quite the opposite, actually.

She already feels alone right now, at home. And that's why she came.]

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[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[The bag slung over her shoulder carried her notes and books from home. Originally she had been on her way to the Library for research but the occasional distraction was always welcomed, even if Ai didn't think that to be true.]

... Miss?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at the voice, long purple hair sweeping from her shoulders.]

Is there something I can help you with?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[She hoists her bag up a little to hold it more comfortably.]

No. [A little blunt, yes, but her tone is a tiny bit kinder when she adds-] I was only wondering if you were all right.

HELLO WRONG ICON

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, then smiles down at her feet; it's not a completely honest smile.]

I'm okay. I'm just having one of those moments where everything happens at once.

IT'S OKAY. IT'S EARLY IN THE MORNING (?)

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[Observing for a moment, she speaks up again.]

Maybe you should rest?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn spots her, frowns and makes his way over.]

Hey there. [He kneels in front of her.] What's a gorgeous woman like you doing looking so sad?

[The line is cheesy. Incredibly so. Meant to provoke a laugh more than to actually attempt flirting. He legitimately sounds (and is) concerned, worried and friendly.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that is actually sort of adorable, and Kuhn succeeds at making her laugh. It's weak, but it's there.]

Haven't you heard? Apparently the world is ending again.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little - he likes making people laugh - but goes back to concerned!frowning when she mentions the end of the world.]

Wow. Yours, too? Or, did you maybe mean this place?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Both. [Her smile still takes the edge off.] But it'll be all right at home, I think. I just need to give it time.

The fighting... that's... that's going to take all of our willpower. If we can even formulate some sort of plan.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He'd like to pry, ask what's going on in her world, but he knows now isn't the best time. He leaves it alone.]

The Colosseum, right? [He sighs.] That barrier... I can't get past it. I can't get anything past it, either. I tried throwing stuff. Didn't work. [Sheepish, "whoopsie?" half-smile] I don't know much about real magic and barriers, but... I don't think that one's going to come down from just brute force.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is wandering by, but slows as he sees her. There are probably massive psychic pings coming from him at the mo'.]

Something amiss?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There are, and it kind of strikes her dumb for a second before she throws up a barrier of sorts - just enough to keep her emotions from bleeding into his, or vice versa.]

A few things, but they'll turn out eventually. I'm just... tired of it right now. [She rubs at her temple.] We're not helpless, are we? There has to be something we can do. If not individually, together we can accomplish... something. God.

I can't stand feeling any more children get killed.

[lamb_of_gold]

[If he notices, he doesn't say or do anything that would give it away]

I'm wondering that myself. I've seen people speaking to the fellow in the Cravat during the matches. Perhaps I will follow suit when they begin again.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

That would be a good idea if you can stand getting close to that place. I'm afraid I lost my temper the first time we met, and any other attempts at speaking to him will probably end the same way. It's not very mature - I understand that - but at this point I don't think I can manage anything better. [At least she's honest.]

[lamb_of_gold]

I am no stranger to death, if that's what you mean.

I don't blame you. I've very little patience for people who do not provide straight answers.

[collector]

[stopping by the woods on a starry evening, Braxiatel looks down on Sirkka, his enforced shields protecting him as much from her aura as they protect him from revealing anything he's feeling at present]

Sirkka. Offering tea twice would be a bit uncreative, I imagine?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She realizes what's happening and clamps down on it. She doesn't mean to project. She's just not used to people being around to feel it.]

I'm really not picky right now, Mr. Braxiatel. It's always a treat to see you, especially when I'm a wreck. [laughs]

[collector]

What are wrecks for if not to bring us into the company of friends? Tell me how you'd like your tea. And if you want anything with it.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

That's true. [She dusts herself off.] Unsweetened is fine. I'm not sure I can eat too much right now, but - maybe I can get biscuits from the kitchen... I'm not imposing too much, am I?

[collector]

Not at all, Sirkka. [an easy smile] If you like, I'll get you something from my kitchens back home.

[bit_impossible]

[for now, his own mental shields are up and going strong. it's not too long after his chat with Oliver, so he hasn't bothered removing them just yet. at least he won't surprise her with an onslaught of emotions, though he just might simply by showing up]

Oh, hello. What are you doing there?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She's actually never met the Tenth Doctor, but she knows from those shields just who and what he is. It makes her mind's presence retreat just a tiny bit.]

It's a nice tree. I thought I'd sit beneath it until I felt fine again, or someone handsomely distracting walked by, and I seem to be blessed with both.

[bit_impossible]

[he smiles, flattered by that. oh yes, he knows he's foxy]

Well, let's see if we can get you feeling well again to make it three for three!

[squats down near her] So! What seems to be the problem? I'm the Doctor, by the way.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Psychics are attractive. So are derpy men in suits. Mmm. Also, Sirkka may or may not be a bit promiscuous, but she doesn't have to be one to flirt, right?]

It's nice to meet you, Doctor. [Another one of you. Ahaha. She curls her legs beneath her so that she doesn't seem so closed off, tilts her head and smiles.] I'm Sirkka. You're the same kind of doctor as the one with the ears, right?

I'm just a bit annoyed at someone from home. And here, well, you know what's going on, I'm sure.

[bit_impossible]

[nope, flirting's fun no matter what one's promiscuity status/level/whatever is!]

And you, Sirkka. [he didn't think he'd meet the one who helped Oliver so soon!] Actually, I am him. Same man, new face--better ears and hair. And a sunnier disposition, if I do say so myself.

[though that sunny disposition goes a bit cloudy at the mention of the current Plane events] Yes, well, that's understandable. None of this should have happened.