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[presgarddihellis]

[Action | Prayers]

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8/16

[darkholder]

[as they come into the auditorium:]

I trust I don't have to tell you to be on your guard.

Re: 8/16

[presgarddihellis]

You don't. I'm very practiced.

Re: 8/16

[darkholder]

In that case, should we get started?

Re: 8/16

[presgarddihellis]

Shall I do the echo while you work on the writing?

Re: 8/16

[darkholder]

If you're alright with that, I am.

Re: 8/16

[presgarddihellis]

That's more than fine.

I'll start, then.

[he's gonna Quick Brown Fox troubleshoot this echo. maybe a bit of Lorem Ipsum.]

Re: 8/16

[darkholder]

[while he does that, she's going to move to the wall and start to write the questions they decided on, silent so he can listen more closely.]

Re: 8/16

[presgarddihellis]

[hmmm... noticeably a bit puzzles as he tilts his head, listening intently to the echo saying the words back to him, exactly.]

--ah. It's no use. I can't really pin down anything identifying and it's only saying the word back as I say them.

august 19

[ordimame]

[what time is it? time for good little beans to be in bed!! perhaps Smith has already managed to find his way into his own? hopefully he hasn't nodded off too much, because suddenly--]

The Blessed of the Spirit World and the Sefirah Castle. . .

[. . . and so on and so forth, until the prayer is completed. after which it is followed up by some meandering stream-of-consciousness]

Is this really working? Can he really hear me?? If so, I wonder how long it lasts. . . wait, can he hear all of my thoughts?? Shit, do I need to make sure not to think anything weird now?! HI SMITH IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS PLEASE IGNORE M--

[okay he's done]

Re: august 19

[presgarddihellis]

[..................







why is there always ONE that does this.]

[ordimame]

[sorry]

[so sorry]

[presgarddihellis]

[when you lay awake for two more hours because you're full-on expecting another prayer to happen and hyperalertness and such.

this bean is going to get SUCH A LOOK at breakfast in the morning.]

[ordimame]

[on the bright side!! he doesn't pray again!!!]






[on the downside, at breakfast the next morning, he aggressively avoids eye contact]

[presgarddihellis]

[approaching!

smiling!

leaning in just a bit!]

... just so you know. I was a sea god once. Lightning's fun to throw.

[listen, he doesn't have any powers here but he can still do a Bully. even with the WRONG FACE.]

1/2

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . .]

[ordimame]

[SHOVES A HAND INTO SMITH'S FACE]

There's no way you could smite me all the way from Katsumori.

[. . . . .]

[PROBABLY]

[presgarddihellis]

[he was already amused by that first face, so the hand in his face does crack him and get him laughing.]

I'd also need that scepter, and I've already let someone else have that title.

[amused amused]

sept 18

[ordimame]

[where is Smith and/or Raven today!! Puck is looking for him, a battered library book tucked underneath one arm]

Re: sept 18

[presgarddihellis]

[lad's in the auditorium.

for some reason.

don't worry about it.

but he's mostly just kind of sitting in the audience and seems to be fiddling with a marionette puppet that looks remarkably like himself.]

[ordimame]

[CONSIDERING WHAT THE AUDITORIUM LOOKS LIKE NOW. . .]

Dude.

This is like the creepiest place to brood.

[he eyes the bloody letters warily, before turning his attention to Smith and the. . . marionette. . . in his lap]

[great dislike]

[presgarddihellis]

They're just words. It's fine.

[a little blood that wasn't even gotten from someone directly is just mildly spooky, in fact.

but he does look over and makes his marionette wave at Puck as he smiles.]

Were you looking for a performance? Or for me?

[ordimame]

[MILDLY SPOOKY TO YOU, SIR!!]

[grimaces a bit as that marionette waves at him, before letting out a sigh and plopping into a seat next to Smith]

You, of course.

. . . the fleshy you, not the wooden you.

[presgarddihellis]

[could make jokes about being a fleshy marionette but no. setting the wooden one in the empty seat next to him.]

Alright. He's minding his own business over here, then.

[looks to Puck. and to the book.]

Did you find something?

[ordimame]

He'd better keep minding his own business, too.

[a low grumble, because he doesn't trust that thing to not, like. jump up and attack them both. he's seen Annabelle!!]

Anyway-- yeah. I did.

[propping the book onto his lap so Smith can see the battered cover. Seventy Eight Degrees of Wisdom. a book on the tarot!!]

I took your advice to heart and pulled this out of the library.

[presgarddihellis]

[the real Annabelle's a Raggedy Ann doll, please.]

Oh?

And what do you think?