✜020 [voice | open]

[deadly_legacy]

[The device clicks on as she is about to make a recording, but before her first word is out she makes a startled gasp instead.]

Is someone there?

...Hello?

[Another gasp and her voice trembles.] When did that get there?

[But she already knows it's part of the curse even if she'd like to think otherwise, so she just stares. What else can she do? But how long can she do it?]


(OOC: Backdated to the Don't Blink curse. And I'm going to bed and then work which I should really not use for tagging!, so I might not respond until tomorrow evening, but I will respond!)

Comments

[deadly_legacy]

I am. Are...are you really not supposed to blink? [How is that even possible?]

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

You aren't. [Talks to you while staring at the angel before him.]

[deadly_legacy]

Okay. [But...] What happens if I do?

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I heard they... eat your time and disappear.

[deadly_legacy]

Eat your time... [She has no idea what that means, but it sounds bad.]

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

They transport you to a time where you haven't been born, I think.

[deadly_legacy]

[She doesn't know how to process that.] I'd like to stay here and now I think.

1/2

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I think everyone of us would like that.

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

[And then he slowly backs away, still staring, but when he did so, his device falls off. It surprises him and when he turns to look at it, the angel before him makes it move.]

[deadly_legacy]

Yes, I suppose you're right. [Assuming he means everyone wants that for themselves.]

[She hears something fall and she nearly looks around to see if it is something there in the apartment rather than over the network but she stops herself. She waits for a response from him, but there's nothing.]

Syaoran?

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

[There isn't any sound. The angel got him, Euphie. >: See him angsting over it in his latest post.]

[deadly_legacy]

[Calls out his name a few more times, sounding more worried each time.]