2nd Bloom ~ Video / Action

[nephentes_rajah]

[ Yuuka appears on the mirror and she looks tired. Like... "hasn't had a scrap of food or sleep in a week" tired, not "hasn't fought something in a week" and bored. The distinction is in the bags under her eyes and the way she tracks the movement of leaves in the wind lazily. Even her tone lacks any of her normal vigor. ] ...this isn't where...

[ She can't even complete her thoughts. It's pretty bad for herm but if one is wondering the cause of all this, it's quite obvious. The green-haired youkai is literally sleeping in a pile of marigolds. Some have survived this attention, but some haven't.

Yuuka is also clutching something small and white in her left hand, but details are hard to see unless someone finds her in person; at risk to their own health, of course. ]

Comments

[swordthrowing]

As are you. That's not the point here.

[The point here is that this is weird and Yumeko is unsettled by it.]

[nephentes_rajah]

Mmn, the point is I'm tired.

[swordthrowing]

And why are you sleeping in the dirt?

[Maybe this will actually be as satisfying as it should be to see if she knows why?]

[nephentes_rajah]

Dirty? [ She draws a hand up and turns it over and back again. ] No more than nature allows.

[swordthrowing]

[Ugh. Ugh.]

Giving yourself over to your nature as a filthy animal, then?

[nephentes_rajah]

Everyone says it... [ Not the most profound admission, when punctuated by a yawn. ]

[swordthrowing]

[Flatly:] Yes, I wonder why. Well, I suppose it's none of my concern why you're acting so...so bizarrely.

[Other than the fact that it's kind of unnerving, but you know.]

[nephentes_rajah]

Am I? [ She rubs at her face and then looks down at her hands. Yes, she smudged some dirt on her cheeks, but zero fucks were given. ] I'm just so tired. No one will let me rest and dream.

[swordthrowing]

Maybe someone should just put you out of your misery, then.

[Is she being serious or just reflexively hostile? Who knows.]

[nephentes_rajah]

Yes, turn the clock and bring spring again. [ If she felt threatened in even the vaguest sense, Yuuka didn't show it. ] That will end this misery...

[swordthrowing]

[SIGH.]

Now you're not even making sense...

[Good lord.]

[nephentes_rajah]

A dull, colorless season is coming. [ Painting any pictures, yet? ]

[swordthrowing]

[Ah. That does make more sense, and yet...]

That doesn't explain as much as I suspect you think it does.

[nephentes_rajah]

[ Yuuka yawns and curls up. ] Wake me with the spring.

[swordthrowing]

If you want to sleep straight through the next few months, I won't stop you. But if you do, I don't intend to wake you up again, either.

[nephentes_rajah]

I'll wake when the dreams come. [ Okay, now THAT was cryptic. ]

[swordthrowing]

[Nope. Her frustration with the conversation just hit critical levels.]

Yes, well, I suppose you can grace the rest of us with your presence again then.

[Aaand her mirror curls up.]