trustfell | It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world

It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world

[ So, Yuri's going to be going around, putting up slips of paper for everyone to see, because even with everything that was that trial, he is sure it could help. He doesn't know--it's worked from time to time before anyway and someone should do it. ]

[ Yuri, for once, is going to be making some food for the afterparty that isn't desserts. On his side of things, his food is generally going to be geared towards something more western-style and hearty. In essence, there is some things of curry with beef, chicken, and vegetables in them, take your pick. Sayaka and Kyrie also will be assisting with food, providing stuff that is likely to be geared towards something asian.

This whole set up, of course, is going to be done in the dining hall, since that's where it usually is. ]

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Who are you angrier at, in the end? Susan for dying, or Aligula for doing this?

You, for asking me to chose.

[ She snarls. ]

Fine, put me at the lowest of the low. I won't object.

[She bounces her foot again, somewhat agitated, and... Eying the bottle next to her? No, her gaze seems to stop just short of it, and lower than it's label.]

I still want to know.

[ Elda...

Elda has no time for this shit. She's going to kick the filing cabinet Rin's on if she doesn't get off it or just clarify what she's getting it. Ooops? ]

[Well that's going to knock the bottle over! It looks like Rin makes to catch it—or maybe not? Her hand darts low. Either way it topples over, and now brandy is dripping all over this cabinet.]

Dammit, Elda!

Spell your meaning out clearly or not at all! I don't have time for this nonsense!

[ . . . Nonsense...

Fuck dammit, Aligula. ]

[Setting her glass down, she leaps down with a surprising display of balance for someone who's obviously a little buzzed.]

I have something I want to give you, but I don't want to make you feel worse, you impatient vampire!

Oh don't start being so considerate of my feelings now, girl! [ She... She ...

Relents. ]

[ For her... what, did the girl make something for her? Elda inclines her head, and she... ]

... I'm furious at Aligula. There was no reason there. Nothing. Maybe she had one - I still think I'm right, but perhaps being callous is simply her nature. And Susan, she... she did her duty and died for it. That woman failed me, but there's- there's no helping that, is there.

[Rin takes the outburst with a flash behind her eyes, and a retort on her lips but... Elda caved in more easily than she expected, without any further prodding.

She must be so tired.]

You can cuss and scream at them as much as you want, when we find a way to communicate with them. As much as you want and with all of your heart.

When that... time comes. If that comes. I very much doubt I can maintain this anger so long. But who knows. I've held onto hatreds and resentments far longer.

[ She suspects though, in her heart, that if it comes she'll just be grateful to say one more thing to them. ]

It's different, with people you love.

[And... Rin takes a couple steps closer. She seems to be considering a motion, only to rethink it. Instead she takes a letter from her sleeve, and presses it into the vampire's chest. Should she check the envelope, Elda will find it's still sealed, and addressed to her.

She'll probably recognize Susan's handwriting as well.]

... she better not have known.

[ Is her first thought, once she collects the document and notices the handwriting on the seal. But then she forces the air from her throat and she ... opens the letter, using her long nails as a letter-opener. She draws it out.. and reads ]

[ It begins where she expects. In the middle it goes to the sort of thing that in any other mood would make Elda smirk - the sort of thing which was the cornerstone of their friendship. That sort of matter of fact spite. As is, her eyes simply start to mist again. And by the end...

Yes.

She cries again, her hands tightening on it. Win.

Win this.

She folds the letter up with some surprising care, and she ... ah, this lolita dress doesn't have a convenient spot to put it she immediately recognizes. Well, she'll just shove it down her top for now, then. ]

She probably just did what I do.

[This is said quietly, and Rin trails off as Elda begins to read.

...If she hadn't opened it up right then and there, Rin probably would have left. If not the room, then just this storage closet. She probably wouldn't get further than the halls, even if she'd intend to. She's too concerned about Elda to leave her alone.

But that decision is made for her, when Elda doesn't even hesitate to open it in front of her. Rin backs up again... Towards the filing cabinet at first, before her foot touches the slick floor. Right, the brandy. She moves over to the opposite wall then, taking her glass back with her. It'll probably be finished by the time Elda has folded the note back up.

She wipes at her eyes, quickly. It's just the fumes, okay?]

... that smells.

[ the spilled brandy? Apparently, that's something that she's sort of apologizing for? Who knows, man. That said... ]

So what, you keep this up every week? This is clearly recent.

[It takes her a second to get what Elda is talking about. She can't be calling out the brandy.

Though thinking of that, she's going to reach for what's left of her glass and gesture maybe they should leave the room. Elda has a more sensitive nose than her, after all.]

Mm. I've worked on letters since the second week. I tear them up every Wednesday, then start over.

What a hassle. Just edit the existing ones, to do them all over must take hours, especially if you make a lot of them.

[ But yes, please, let's get out of there. The spilled brandy is ... well, not too sharp, but it's still irksome. ]

The pages would be a mess if I did that! Opinions change, so I'd have to cross too many things out, or lose track of things.

Do they ever.

[ she puffs out some air. ]

This time you've got... what, maybe five to write?

[Well that's something to indulge, to get Elda's mind off things.]

Five, huh. [She slides out of the storage closet, twirling in place as she takes a seat at the nearest stool.] Who would you guess they're for?

It could be more, you're a meticulous sort.

[ She shrugs, but once they're back in the art room, she walks over to her half done painting. A night sky - a hill covered in trees overlooking a small city - more a big town than a city, it's only a fraction the size of Fuyuki let alone real epicenters in Japan. A river off to the right. she sits on a stool near there. ]

And I don't know your life... but at this point. [ Let's see, who does Rin talk with... ] Everyone loves Sayaka. Alex. [ She tilts her head ] Tarrlok. Perhaps that Luca man. And then... I suppose I shan't be blind - myself.

[Rin sets her glass down in a tray, fingers laced over her knees and head tilted to view the painting. What a scenic town.]

The priority is wrong, but I do have letters for each of those people.

[Yes, you too, Elda. She admits that easily enough.]

[ ... Hah. ]

It's everyone, isn't it?

[ Sheesh, overkill, much?

She can't help but snort at that as she touches up the river a little. Dark blues. ]

[Heheh.]

Some of them are more notes than they are letters, to be fair.

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