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[entropied]

Characters: The Psiioniic and the Handmaid
Setting: 12th floor
Format: Starting with action, but whichever!
Summary: The Handmaid and Psiioniic hang out. Awkwardly.
Warnings: None?


[The Handmaid has never been a huge fan of the star floor, but it's quiet, and not many people tend to hang around here. After the events of the past week or so, she definitely needs some alone time. She still can't bring herself to believe that the Summoner actually forgave her for destroying his wings. Part of her is still terrified that maybe it wasn't completely the Tower's influence that forced her to attack him. She has no proof of that, of course, but she's generally not very logical when it comes to things like this.

So she sits down, leaning her back against one of the walls, which sort of ruins the illusion a bit. Her wands are locked away securely in her trunk. She still doesn't trust herself with them.]

Comments

[entropied]

[She's not really sure what else to say, either, so there's an awkward silence for a moment as she traces a groove in the floor absently.]

I haven't seen you in a while.

[She's so bad at this. She's not even sure what the point of that statement was.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

I ended up getting caught by the Midnight Man in that thtupid game, and it... it really... kind of messed me up. I've jutht been in my rethpite block since then.

[He sighs, and draws in on himself more.] Theems like maybe that was a good thing, judging by the pothts on the network I've seen. I don't really want to get killed by my moirail again.

[entropied]

[She falls silent for a moment, seeming to curl in herself further. Let her fight through the guilt for a second!]

Yeah. Probably.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He goes quiet as well. He's not sure what he said to upset her, but whatever it was, he doesn't want to make it worse.]

[entropied]

[That makes for a moment of awkward silence, at least until she gets the horrible image of the Summoner's poor destroyed wings out of her head. Now she's grasping for something to say.]

Are you alright now?

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Yeah. For now. What about you? [It's hard for him to tell if she's more upset than usual. She's never very forthcoming.]

[entropied]

[She shrugs, staring down at her knees again.]

I will be.

[Which is basically her way of saying no, not at all.]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

[He's not sure if she's being honest or not, but he's not nearly brave enough to call her on it if she's not. If she's says she'll be fine, he's not going to question it.]

That'th... good, then.

[entropied]

[There's another pause, though shorter this time. She's getting better at this! Sort of...]

What do you... Do here?

[The floor is pretty nice if you want somewhere quiet, but she can't imagine how he stays entertained when he comes here so much.]