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|Subject Post 1Subject: Of Messages and Madness [Silvia/Yaksha] Tue Mar 13, 2018 11:48 pm|| |
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Of Messages and Madness [Silvia/Yaksha] Thu Mar 15, 2018 10:39 pm|| |
Yaksha, The Überseele
It had been a productive day, and like any productive day, it left him feeling both drained and excited at the same time. He wanted to find somewhere very alone, very quiet, and sit with a nice book, or perhaps a few cookies. He'd made a few just before this, on the reasoning that if this went -wrong- he'd at least have the solace of sugar and starch to comfort him. The notion that neither of these things had any nutritive value for him changed absolutely nothing; it wasn't merely those things which kept you alive
that made life worth continuing.
He could sense it, in a back-of-the-mind sort of way, like when you had that distinct memory of someone entering the room, and no memory of them leaving. Perhaps it couldn't be called a -sense-, not in the way the others were. Yaksha didn't actually believe you could tell the presence of someone else by just -wanting- to. There were certain signs you looked out for, and since the start of this meeting, he'd looked for signs that hollows had arrived...and left. In many cases, he'd gotten every indication that both had happened. In a few cases, his brain had never quite fully given him the indications that the presences had both come and gone
. It wouldn't surprise him to hear there were a few hollows that had chosen never to stand out, or perhaps one with a power unbeknown even to him, something to make identifying them even harder...who was even now hoping to create a vacuum of their own, and fill it in one swift motion. He hadn't expected it, but now that the thought was in his head, he couldn't really call himself surprised. He accepted it with a dread, icy calm, and had already begun to plan out just how to send each one away like a whipped dog.
He inhaled, turning around in place, hands folded behind his back, feet swinging back and forth, as he spoke to the air itself, looking at nothing in particular."I was thinking of going to get a cream soda, and perhaps a nice steak. If you're hoping for an autograph, or my head, or both, then please kindly let it wait until I'm nursing my second glass. I want to remind myself that people are really worth my time for a bit, before I go off on my own again. So unless you're going to be good company...please just. Don't. Don't bother. Trust me when I say there will be better times."
Coding Altered From: [The Frost]