[ She hears the voice, and the words that follow it. While this isn't the first time hearing her voice in Cerealia, it's been a long time since then, and she can't help but slip out the name, the barest of tears starting to trick down her eyes.
Of course she can't help but want to help her, one of the few true friends that she has. That she had. She can feel her breath catching in her throat, static almost permeating through her mind, but she stops, clenching her hands into tight, balled fists, wiping her eyes.
Her mind reels as an all too distant memory plays out in her mind.
"Did you plan on offering him to me? If you plan on offering him to me, why are you still presenting such pain?" Ah, that's right, she betrayed herself didn't she— ]
Wait, Iori, I— [ She shakes her head, suddenly realizing that the girl couldn't possibly be here. Her rationality wins out as she chews nervously on her lower lip before giving the illusion a firm stare. ]
You're not Iori.
[ How could she have ever thought otherwise? Her friends, her family... they can never exist in this world, she feels. To her, that thought is what brings her back to reality, and yet, even so, she follows it. If it's asking for her help, she has to know for what reason they would take on the form of her best friend.
Which is why she chases after the image, bumping into people along the way without a care in the world, though eventually she loses track of her, which causes her to be somewhat frantic as she calls out to the next person. ]
Ah, excuse me, you haven't seen a teenager girl, around my age, violet blue hair, matching eyes... goes by the name Nagase Iori?
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Shit.
[ The curse leaves Inaba's lips, and she soon realizes that she can't feel anything at all. No, it's not in the physical sense, but in the emotional. Instinctively, she heaves a breath of relief, but there's absolutely nothing behind it; it's just a practiced gesture based on things she's done before.
For those who can sense emotions, they might notice that currently, Inaba is like an empty teacup, completely devoid of any slight emotion to the point where she could care less about anything.
Even her worries are gone, and she can't help but laugh, even if the hollow laughter doesn't exactly meet her eyes. ]
Hm, what is this... some sort of phenomenon to try and rattle me? [ The voice that slips out is somewhat monotonous, uncaring, unwavering. ] How boring.
[ She then turns to her companion, whoever is the closest in the area. ]
Don't you think so too?
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I..ori...?
[ She hears the voice, and the words that follow it. While this isn't the first time hearing her voice in Cerealia, it's been a long time since then, and she can't help but slip out the name, the barest of tears starting to trick down her eyes.
Of course she can't help but want to help her, one of the few true friends that she has. That she had. She can feel her breath catching in her throat, static almost permeating through her mind, but she stops, clenching her hands into tight, balled fists, wiping her eyes.
Her mind reels as an all too distant memory plays out in her mind.
"Did you plan on offering him to me? If you plan on offering him to me, why are you still presenting such pain?" Ah, that's right, she betrayed herself didn't she— ]
Wait, Iori, I— [ She shakes her head, suddenly realizing that the girl couldn't possibly be here. Her rationality wins out as she chews nervously on her lower lip before giving the illusion a firm stare. ]
You're not Iori.
[ How could she have ever thought otherwise? Her friends, her family... they can never exist in this world, she feels. To her, that thought is what brings her back to reality, and yet, even so, she follows it. If it's asking for her help, she has to know for what reason they would take on the form of her best friend.
Which is why she chases after the image, bumping into people along the way without a care in the world, though eventually she loses track of her, which causes her to be somewhat frantic as she calls out to the next person. ]
Ah, excuse me, you haven't seen a teenager girl, around my age, violet blue hair, matching eyes... goes by the name Nagase Iori?
► phase iii: because it's more entertaining that way, i guess
Shit.
[ The curse leaves Inaba's lips, and she soon realizes that she can't feel anything at all. No, it's not in the physical sense, but in the emotional. Instinctively, she heaves a breath of relief, but there's absolutely nothing behind it; it's just a practiced gesture based on things she's done before.
For those who can sense emotions, they might notice that currently, Inaba is like an empty teacup, completely devoid of any slight emotion to the point where she could care less about anything.
Even her worries are gone, and she can't help but laugh, even if the hollow laughter doesn't exactly meet her eyes. ]
Hm, what is this... some sort of phenomenon to try and rattle me? [ The voice that slips out is somewhat monotonous, uncaring, unwavering. ] How boring.
[ She then turns to her companion, whoever is the closest in the area. ]
Don't you think so too?
► phase wildcard: hit me baby one more time
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