It's a bad time to look like a ghost.

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Characters: Naminé and passersby.
Setting: The lower library.
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Reaction to the network posts. It's not a good time to look like a ghost when glanced at in passing.
Warnings: None yet besides creepy.

[Naminé is not about to respond to those posts. She can't even quite bring herself to touch the computer again at all, despite the fact that that second message is stuck on repeat. Moving away from the terminal seems to be beyond her at this point, too, or perhaps it's something else that keeps her sitting there in the pale light of the screen, totally still, her eyes wide and her white-knuckled hands gripping the sides of the chair. Dressed in white and with her already light skin blanched, she looks more than a little ghostly when viewed in passing.]

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[The bad memories keep fighting to come back. She and Johan as children, begging their mother not to let go of their hands, merged terrifyingly with the little girl's pleas. She was locked again, in a dark room, in her mind. It couldn't be happening again.

But it was, and she couldn't stop it.

Nina's heart is racing, her chest pounding unpleasantly. Even as the girl's voice and the memories it brought up staged an unwanted assaulted on her mind, she kept trying to make some progress, to uncover why this was happening.

But she can only take so much. Eventually, she has to flee. She feels dizzy and like she's going to faint, but she keeps trying the terminals, desperate and horrified, a woman possessed.

It was no wonder that when she managed to pull away from the terminal and saw Naminé, she gasped loudly and stumbled back.]

Who...?!

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[Naminé has managed to keep at least some of her wits about her; she's distracted, with her thoughts and with the message, and she feels ill, feels... something strangely akin to claustrophobia, like even in the large library she is in too small a space, but she has at least enough of her mind under control to realize that she's heard a sound that doesn't belong to the computer terminal. She raises her head just slightly, listening for it again, but her nerves don't allow her to wait long. Chills creep down her spine, and the feeling that she's being watched urges her to move quickly, so she turns suddenly, eyes searching until they land on Nina.]

[Naminé flinches back herself, her eyes still wide. Her throat seems to have betrayed her at the sight of an unexpected companion, so the only sound that comes out of her mouth is a gasp.]