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

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

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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[Her reaction isn't that odd to him considering what's going down. He gives her an small but awkward smile to try to help her relax more.]

Are you okay?

[She appreciates the smile as much as she's capable of at the moment, and tries to smile back. It's not exactly the most convincing smile ever by any stretch of the imagination, but she manages it all the same.]

...Yes. I'm fine. [Even if she does look a bit sick. She exhales, then,] Are you?

Yeah, I am okay. I am just going to get my lance, um, so that I can defend myself, and also look for things with Molly. [It's cool, his awkward smile isn't as convincing as it could be, either. He's used to creepy things - he's a troll - but that doesn't mean he likes them by any means.]

Good. [But-- hey, that's a familiar name! And she's only too happy to find something else to think about, if only for a moment.] Wait... Molly? Do you mean the Molly with brown hair, like this? [She raises a hand in a rough approximation of hair length. ~~She's not really sure how else to describe her without involving subjective traits.~~]

Yeah, that is the Molly that I am talking about, since, I do not think there is another Molly, since I have not met one.

[She hasn't, either, but with all the alternate universe shenanigans going on in this place, one can't be too sure.] I know her...! She's very kind. [...Wait,] You two are going looking for things? [Which, judging by Naminé's expression, is not something she is entirely certain is a safe endeavor.]

Yeah... because, um, there are some people that might need help, so, if we go to help, that might be a good thing for them.

[...She can't exactly tell them not to go, so she doesn't. It's worrying, yes, but she knows Molly's strong and, apparently, invulnerable, and Tavros is... going to be armed, anyway. It's a good thing to do, and honestly, she's not surprised - but she still frowns when she says,] Maybe. That's very brave of you. But... please be careful, okay? It might be dangerous. [Since, when one thinks about it, it's very suspicious to have two messages so different arrive so close together and in such a manner.]

Err, yeah, I was definitely going to be careful, since careful is a good thing to be in the tower. [He thinks it's suspicious too, but he's not really about to let Molly go do it on her own.]

[She nods, and it does nothing to alleviate her frown. For a moment, she's quiet, since, really, she's not sure how much good saying what she's thinking will do. She gets the feeling Molly will probably want to go investigate, regardless, and it's better that she not be alone, but,] ...So... do you think there really is someone? [Since he's going, probably, but she's not quite sure how else to introduce her skepticism. ~~She's had a hard time even trying to decide for herself whether or not to believe it's nothing more than a trick.~~]

[He shrugs. He's not really sure.] I don't know, because it's possible there could be someone.

Mm. Or it could be a trick. [Not that he necessarily hasn't realized that, but she finds it best to be clear when it comes to things like this.]

... Yeah, but, it is still better to be safe than sorry, and to investigate. Err. I promise I'll be careful.

[She gives him a funny look at the promise, as if she's surprised, somehow, but after a second or two she smiles.] ...You're right. We can't just leave them, if there really is someone trapped. Just... make sure to keep your promise. [There's a hesitation, as if she feels she should probably add something. What she comes up with is a gentle and obviously joking,] Or else.

[He relaxes when he hears the last bit, and he just has to ask:] Or else what?

Hm.... [She obviously has to think about it, but she does so while smiling.] ...Or else I'll have to think of something. It'll probably be something you won't like. [It would be pretty difficult for that to sound less malicious.]

[Man, you suck at this malicious thing, Namine. Points for trying, at least??]

I guess then, um, I will not disappoint you, so that you do not have a chance to do something that I would not like.

[Yeah, she does. Fortunately she's not actually putting much effort into it.]

Good...! I wouldn't want to have to do that. ...Thank you, Tavros.

... You're welcome. But... um, why am I being thanked?

For promising. And--... for trying not to disappoint me. [Although that part's a little more joking. Those aren't all of it, though.] ...And for being so kind. [She's still just not used to that, and she really appreciates what kindness she finds in the tower - especially at a time like this.]

Oh.

[Well. He's never actually heard that before because those are things that people have never really said to him at all in his life.]

You're welcome. Um. For sure.

[Welp, they've been said now, and it looks like she means it. She smiles a small smile for moment, then looks like she's realized something.] --Oh! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be distracting you. [He's got (possibly a few fictional) people to help.]

It's fine. You didn't mean to, and, I was worried about you, so I don't mind stopping for a little bit and being distracted.

[She looks embarrassed, even though she's smiling just a little. It's so strange to have people worry about her, and she can't help feeling she doesn't deserve it.] I'm still sorry. I appreciate it, but you... don't have to worry about me, okay? [And that's a general statement, although it also applies to the situation at the moment.]

You can say that a lot, but, I don't think that will make me stop worrying, since I think you are a friend.

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

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