Mazhigigika Miludin do Din Nolurun Dou [Magilou] (
spinatalltale) wrote2017-08-17 05:35 pm
[WEEK 2, THURSDAY EVENING: Lief]
[it's still fairly early in the evening, not too long after the visions and hallucinations being. should Lief be hanging around the hut area, he'll find. . . well]
[one (1) Magilou, sitting in front of the Magilou-Lucina hut, her legs drawn up to her torso and her head pressed against her knees]
[huh]
[INVESTIGATE, Y/N?]
[one (1) Magilou, sitting in front of the Magilou-Lucina hut, her legs drawn up to her torso and her head pressed against her knees]
[huh]
[INVESTIGATE, Y/N?]

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[she stopped caring about his approval and disapproval a long time ago. so it's a bit irritating that these hallucinations are focusing so much on that aspect of things]
Long, boring story! But to cut it short, there was a point where I found myself protecting a certain entrance so illusion guy wouldn't close it and trap my traveling companions inside.
[that's. vague. but she can't succinctly explain the earthpulse to Lief and the importance of keeping the entrance to same open, sooo]
He tried to grind my heart to dust with the power of illusions to get me to relent.
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Do you even know what kind of face you made when I approached you?
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[she knows]
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No. They're pretty boring. There's only so many times a girl can deal with the same old trick before she gets suuuper tired of it.
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What kinds of illusions did you see?
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. . .
Nnngh. . .
[she lifts a hand to her head, palm pressed against her temple, as flashes of illusory pain sears through her skin. my greatest failure.]
[she closes her eyes, mouth quirking upward, but the smile is wry this time]
An old "friend."
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I suppose I was in his way. . .
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That is never an excuse for cruelty.
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[she asks, tone even. emotionless]
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[uuugh her head is starting to pound again. she grimmaces, leaning forward to press her face in both hands, shoulders slumped]
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[He steps forward, reaching out towards her, before he stops himself—the gesture might not be appreciated, especially depending on her mental state at the moment.]
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Shhhhhut uuuuuup. . .
[if it was just a headache, it wouldn't be so bad. but it isn't. it's a headache, and an old man-- an old mentor, an old father-- standing over her, reminding her that she was and always will be a disappointment]
I don't caaaare anymore, why does this place think I neeeeed a lecture from an old, dead ghooooost. . .
[she drawls out each word slowly, but at least she sounds more annoyed than panicked]
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Would you like to talk? To try and drown out whatever it is you hear.
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[her fingers dig deeply into her temples]
This is my. . . fight. I can ttttake it.
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[her words are strained, forced through gritted teeth and a set jaw]
You can't really. . . break someone who has already been broken.
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And that is how you protect yourself?
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