C [He has to admit, the telepathy angle does add another layer of complication to things. It's one thing to look someone in the eye and plaster a smile onto your face before you speak--he's had so much practice with it recently that it has almost become automatic--but it's quite another thing to keep all your thoughts in line. The vigilance required to prevent whatever might lay under the surface from leaking out for all to see seems...daunting.
Still, he'll have to try, won't he? It would be silly not to take advantage of this strange magic--is it magic? It's not like any he is aware of--if it means finding his friends.
His group. Not his friends, his group. He really must be more careful with that.
He takes a breath, thinks happy thoughts--Sakura's smile, the way Kuro's face goes red when he shouts, the little things that keep him sane--and tries.]
Say there, none of you fine people have seen a couple of children and a tall, dark, brooding man walking around here recently, have you? The tall one answers to Kuro-pii, among other things...
E-2
[Oh no.
No.
He really should have seen this coming. He hasn't been here long at all but it was only a matter of time before he caused something really terrible to happen. Wandering these streets, introducing himself to people, being kind and generous and always, always smiling--it's the same as he's always done. But it doesn't work here. Because this place, this awful little world, it knows.
And now here he is. Here they are, he supposes, remembering that there had been someone standing beside him when the ground had opened up and deposited them in this...sewer. That has to be what it is, a sewer. It's wet and unpleasant in all the ways one would expect, and they seem to be stuck down here with no means of escape, and it is all his fault. It has to be.
He's been trying so, so hard. But it doesn't matter. Of course it doesn't.
He has observed enough of this place to have some ideas how this works. He knows the increasingly foul smell and the weight gathering at his feet, pining him down, is likely his own doing. He has to calm down. He has to stop thinking...anything. Just not think. Slowly, the weight on his feet hindering his movements some, he turns to the person who he has trapped here, yet another victim of his failures, and smiles as brightly as he can manage.]
Well, it appears that have an apology to make for all of this.
Fai D. Flourite | Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
[He has to admit, the telepathy angle does add another layer of complication to things. It's one thing to look someone in the eye and plaster a smile onto your face before you speak--he's had so much practice with it recently that it has almost become automatic--but it's quite another thing to keep all your thoughts in line. The vigilance required to prevent whatever might lay under the surface from leaking out for all to see seems...daunting.
Still, he'll have to try, won't he? It would be silly not to take advantage of this strange magic--is it magic? It's not like any he is aware of--if it means finding his friends.
His group. Not his friends, his group. He really must be more careful with that.
He takes a breath, thinks happy thoughts--Sakura's smile, the way Kuro's face goes red when he shouts, the little things that keep him sane--and tries.]
Say there, none of you fine people have seen a couple of children and a tall, dark, brooding man walking around here recently, have you? The tall one answers to Kuro-pii, among other things...
E-2
[Oh no.
No.
He really should have seen this coming. He hasn't been here long at all but it was only a matter of time before he caused something really terrible to happen. Wandering these streets, introducing himself to people, being kind and generous and always, always smiling--it's the same as he's always done. But it doesn't work here. Because this place, this awful little world, it knows.
And now here he is. Here they are, he supposes, remembering that there had been someone standing beside him when the ground had opened up and deposited them in this...sewer. That has to be what it is, a sewer. It's wet and unpleasant in all the ways one would expect, and they seem to be stuck down here with no means of escape, and it is all his fault. It has to be.
He's been trying so, so hard. But it doesn't matter. Of course it doesn't.
He has observed enough of this place to have some ideas how this works. He knows the increasingly foul smell and the weight gathering at his feet, pining him down, is likely his own doing. He has to calm down. He has to stop thinking...anything. Just not think. Slowly, the weight on his feet hindering his movements some, he turns to the person who he has trapped here, yet another victim of his failures, and smiles as brightly as he can manage.]
Well, it appears that have an apology to make for all of this.