{Animus}

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[ there is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines ]


learn something

lose something
just don't forget it again

our lessons don't arrive
gently

Comments

[other-sights.livejournal.com]

[Fingers again scratch over the lens, and this time it turns it off.]

[flameandpassion]

... find out what?

[hisbutler_bound]

[And where Ciel leaves off, Sebastian picks up, glaring at someone already messing with his newfound prey. He's only had Ciel for a couple of hours]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

that

or the _{o t h e r} thing

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[flameandpassion]

If you're attempting to threaten me, it's not going to work.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

What's the point in making me remember?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

don't need to attempt

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

whim

entertainment

[flameandpassion]

You haven't succeeded at anything but aggravating everyone. I'll come out of this entire thing stronger. You'll just be voices in the dark.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Get over yourself, Ys. Figure it out.]

And how do I know this isn't- some- elaborate hoax? You've disturbed people's memories before.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

what if that's what we want

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

people's memories are disturbing
why would we keep something like that here?

we're airing them out

[flameandpassion]

That's not up to you.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Take it back.

[It's quiet- almost a childish demand.]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

it isn't
that's not very fair

[hisbutler_bound]

[He doesn't bother with a greeting, just a response.]

Hello.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

you'll have to hold onto it until they're done

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

how's the young one

[flameandpassion]

Tough luck. You have no control over me.

[A lie, of course.]

Or my future.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

No. I don't want it.

[As if it were a thing that could be pushed away.]

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

too late
or right on time

we don't want you either

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

if we don't

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Then- let me go- !

[His teeth grit and he shakes his head.]

-back home, if there's still a way that I can-

[Oh God.]

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