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asgardeventide2012-06-20 05:14 pm
murderiwrote) wrote in asgardeventide2012-06-20 05:14 pm
03 [Accidental Video/Text]
[The feed starts with an image of a man dressed in a black suit sitting in a chair, unaware that he is being filmed. While the post is under Mary Clarissa Christie's name, the only one that can be seen in it is that man as he's shifting uncomfortably, occasionally mumbling something to himself. After a minute or two, he finally came to a decision and turned to the bracelet to seemingly send a message, before realizing that it had filmed him this whole time. About to say something in response, he stopped before the voice came out, choosing to close it silently instead.
Finally, about an hour after the feed is cut, there's a text message sent as a follow-up.]
(ooc: Mary and Charlotte got hit with the curse that swap their face with someone else! Tags will be coming from both of them)
Finally, about an hour after the feed is cut, there's a text message sent as a follow-up.]
Would anyone happen to know of a way to end a curse as soon as possible?(ooc: Mary and Charlotte got hit with the curse that swap their face with someone else! Tags will be coming from both of them)
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And while she's uncomfortable with the idea of meeting others with his face, if it really does come to it, she'll tell Moran straight in person.]
He's not here, Moran. This is just another cruel trick done by this place.action;
When Hel district yields nothing, she heads towards Mary's district, with the nest of cables and wires where her heart had been feeling heavier and heavier. He would go there before searching for his own weapon? ...No, it was to be expected. The golden-eyed girl is who interests him the most. Little by little, he's changed somehow.
She doesn't like it.
At last, she glimpses the edge of that familiar coat, which normally smells of cigar smoke and blood, or occasionally the perfume of other women. His expression is the same as usual, stern and stiff.]
...My master.
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--Moran!? I...
[Again, the voice that comes out, while familiar, is still not her own and Standing up, Mary can't help but stumble on her words as she tries to think what she can say to the other woman. Averting her eyes from Moran as she does so]
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No, just her imagination. Master wouldn't be surprised to see her. He wouldn't forget her.]
Yes, master. ...James.
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I... I am sorry, Moran. I'm... not him.
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She looks closer, examining him. It's too good, it's better than perfect, it's better than any imitation or imposter. It can't be anyone else but him.
But M never jokes. He certainly never apologizes to her. Which means—]
...It's alright, Mary Clarissa Christie.
[And she turns on heel, back straight, hands stiff at her sides, intending to take her leave as quickly as possible, and perhaps later gather the broken remnants of her dignity. What a fool she is, making such a basic mistake.]
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[Truth to be told, Mary honestly doesn't know why she suddenly moves forward, grabbing Moran's arm before she could leave. She knows that the longer Moran sees her with this face, hear her with this voice, would only cause the other woman more pain. Still, she can't let Moran go alone like that. Not after everything they've been through.]
...Regardless of this place's... tricks, sooner or later, he'll come here. And if he doesn't, then we'll find him together, I promise.
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Her muscles go rigid when she is grabbed, still refusing to look at her master's face, to see another in his eyes. No, Mary's eyes, her eyes. Her hand lays atop those familiar fingers, prying them loose with firm strength.
Together, she had said. She wanted to find him as well, and as always, James would choose Objective A over his weapon.
Like always.]
My master will decide when he would like to be located. You are important to him...
['You are important to him, and that is the only reason you are still important to me.']
So avoid unnecessary action, Mary Clarissa Christie.
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But, even if that might please Moran for now, Mary can't do that. She won't lie anymore. To herself and to everyone she cares for. After all, while she might have been just a tool to him before, if there's something she can do for the people important to her, then she won't hesitate to do it.
Even if they weren't welcomed in the first place.]
I am sorry, but I... can't do that.
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But she isn't in the mood to deal with her stubborness today, not while such syrupy words are spewed in M's voice, from M's lips. She turns stiffly towards the door, holding her arm away as if scorching.]
...Don't forget. You made a contract with my master. If you choose to break it, that is your choice.