♢ 7 ♢ seventeenth pact ❖ {dark horizons}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil and Marta appear on the Plane again, this time sans bags upon bags of souvenirs. Emil looks particularly tense and brooding, but he isn't saying anything, just crossing his arms and standing off to the side.]

[Marta is quiet as well, out of worry. She may sometimes get frustrated, maybe even a little angry at his hiding things from her, but all of that just fades every time she looks at him... And it takes her a long moment, but she gets the courage to take a step closer, hand gently held out toward him.]

Emil...

[He glances over at her. His voice is a bit rough, but it's strangely soft when directed at Marta.] ... Stop looking at me like that. I'm fine.

I'm just worried! [She looks away.] I mean, with everything that's been happening, and the things people are saying... ["And the way you look when they say it..."]

I won't let anything get in the way of my promise to you. [He pauses.] ... Unless you want me to turn back.

[ooc: Hey look, another dual-post. No threading order this time though, everyone gets their own thread with Evil Teddy Bear Emil. Also, as of this post, we are officially at Chapter 6 (of 8). Awesome.]

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[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Turn back?

[Okay, now she gets a little indignant.]

Of course not! [She can't stay mad, though. Almost instantly, that vague anger fades completely, and she's back to worried... maybe even pleading, hoping he'll hear her.] You're Emil, too! That's what I've been trying to tell you!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. He seems a bit thick-headed just like the normal one.]

Then you need to trust me. [calmly] Everything will be fine. It doesn't matter what they say or if it's even true. It's complete irrelevant to what we're doing.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She wilts a little, like a flower, and rubs her arm as she looks to the side. It's been bothering her, too.] But... what if it's not?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He blinks momentarily in her direction, then shrugs.]

It'll only get in the way if you let it. That idiot's been running himself ragged, you know.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Let's crash this party! Actually, no, Satoshi is just cautious. He is not completely inept at telling when people Aren't Quite Themselves.]

Did you find the notes?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil seems to recognize him, but it's not in a happy way. He folds his arms.] Why does it matter?

[ex_fatalist246]

I wasn't sure you would remember.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I did.

Tell me this: why are you so interested in what I remember or don't remember?

[ex_fatalist246]

It interests me when two or more people seem to have the same body.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Too bad that's not the case here. [He throws out a guess.] Personal experience?

[ex_fatalist246]

[He doesn't miss a beat.] I know twins. Who are you?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Emil. Who else? Maybe you're more blind than the glasses let on.

[They're going to be staring at each other like this for a while.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Yes, yes they are] The other one didn't give a name.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. I'm not him.

[ex_fatalist246]

You talked about turning back.

[It is inarguably true that Satoshi will be a lot harsher on an Evil Teddy Bear than on a derp like Mr Apologises Lots.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

You must've heard me wrong.

[ex_fatalist246]

I must have. [it's the glaring contest of the ages.] Sorry for interrupting.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't make such silly mistakes. It could turn out badly, especially for a control freak like you. ['Predators circling each other' has just upgraded into a grade A pissing contest.]

[ex_fatalist246]

How could it?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

One misunderstanding leads to another, and it could get bigger from there.

It was just a thought.

[:|]

[ex_fatalist246]

I'm sure that won't be a problem. You seemed like a careful person, the last time we spoke.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Of course I am. I also know how to stay out of crap that has nothing to do with me.