moezama | Voice/Action for House 48

[Kazuma was just reading a book in his room, when he heard a loud wailing from the other side of his door. It certainly gave him quite a fright and it sounded like...Tao? His journal picked up their conversation as he went to investigate]

Tao? What's wrong?

Boo-meow...Litchi is...is g-go...Tao can't say it!!

What?

[Tao's words were incoherent, covered in her constant sobbing that Kazuma couldn't get anything else out of her. So..rather than keep pressing her, he'll go to Litchi's room to investigate himself. The journal will just pick up Tao's wailing and wheezing for a while until Kazuma comes back.]

Tao...Tao, it's okay. I'll tell everyone. You just...[Just what? What could he even say to make this better? ] Take it easy, all right...? [Kazuma went to his bed and sat down, his journal now in hand. He stared blankly at the page, Tao still crying in the background.]

To those who knew her, Miss Litchi Faye-Ling has been sent home. [She's gone] She left behind...well cooked a few things for people before she left...I think. [Why does it matter to me?] A lot of things actually...we can't possibly eat all of this, so I'm positive this was meant to be shared with those she knew. [We were from different times, we would have never met anyway] So please feel free to come by House 48 to pick some food up. I'm...sure she'd be happy to know her cooking was appreciated here.

[So why does it hurt here?]

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[And here lies Tao, wheezing and crying where she was. Probably on Litchi's former bed.]

Me-ow...

[There is the sound of something actually dropping.

And then silence. As the person on the other end digests the news.

What it means.

Where things have to go from here.

What will need to be done in the next few days.

But not this second. Law will indulge in the comfort of shock for a few more moments.]

Thank you for letting us know.

[And the village's assortment of doctors thins a little more...]

...Thank you for letting us know.

What.

[The word sounds as if she had been threatened. The Major, Michael, and Kirimi had left just a few weeks apart, and now Litchi!?

She wants to direct her anger and sadness in combat. Something to redirect everything she felt. She is in a mode to fight and kill an enemy that is not here. To which she cannot even reach.

It takes almost a minute and all of her willpower to tame those feelings.]

...

Understood. [Her words are cold. A Spartan's way of coping.] I don't know if I'll come.

[A pained sob breaks the silence of the journal feed for a moment.

Litchi. Litchi. One of his closest friends... someone he's known for almost the entire year he was at Luceti.

So gentle. So intelligent. So kind...

... And he never got the chance to learn more about her. He never got the chance to... understand who she was.

Gods, he regrets not doing more when he had the chance. He regrets...]

I... I... I u-understand...

[The words are a harsh, pained effort, and Robert has to pause to breathe again, before he continues. He doesn't even have Don right now, to dull the pain by sobbing into his plastron.

He just wrings his fingers against his chest and stares into the suddenly-foreboding dark shadows of his room.]

... Th-thank you for... i-informing us.

[... Who else is next?]

[You're still here, eh.]

...I'm sorry to hear that. [She'd liked Litchi.]

[To those who knew her, Miss Litchi Faye-Ling has been sent home--

She's not even going to finish listening to the message.]

What? [Everything comes full-stop.] She-- Miss Litchi... she's gone!?

[No. She doesn't want to believe this. She's known Miss Litchi almost as long as she's been here. They've become such good friends, and-- she just can't be--]

[Action] and this is being broadcasted all over the journals welp

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