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flickerflash) wrote2013-02-10 02:15 pm
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[Has everyone forgotten she's here? Assumed she's gone home?
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]
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[It's been more than half a year now since Ikki first showed up - and since Katara and Aang had been taking care of her, aside from the brief periods where Tenzin showed up and Ikki spent some time back at home. Even if he was used to kids living on their own and being free - and while Katara had told him about the responsibilities that were assumed in her tribe from a young age - Aang still worried for Ikki, and he worried for Katie, too. He had to make sure the kids were alright.]
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Y-yeah, I guess they do. What ways are you thinking of, Katie?
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Oh yes. They speak the ancient language of the death gods. ['Death god' being something she'd never heard of before she met Rangiku, but hey. They sounded awesome.]
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Wow, I didn't know there were death gods. [Should he thank one of them for the spirit water working that one time?] What're they like?
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[And she wonders, very briefly, if by doing what she's doing today she'll get to see one of them again.]
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You're still here. [Said gently.]
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I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave now, Katie?
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...Katara. Would you do me a favour?
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Sure. What is it?
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