imatreenow | six [action/voice]

[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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[When Mithos finishes the song, his eyes slide open. The peaceful expression he had previously worn quickly hardens as he notices Rise listening intently from nearby. This is the girl he had spoken to while he had...not entirely been himself. A false self with false memories. He had opened up to this human, even giving her his first name. A sign of trust that she doesn't deserve. He casts her a cold look.]

What are you doing?

[Well, hey, that wasn't friendly. But maybe he hadn't wanted an audience?] I couldn't help overhearing.

...was that supposed to be private?

My sister used to play that song for me. It's for my ears, and hers, and nobody else's.

[At least she understands right away that she isn't welcome. But just looking at her turns his insides. She doesn't deserve his trust, she doesn't deserve his memories of Martel, she doesn't deserve anything.]

Oh...I see. Sorry, this place is kinda terrible with privacy, isn't it?

[She chuckled a little awkwardly- neighbour, you're acting weird. Her glance falls to the panpipes- she remembers him talking highly of his sister- Martel, wasn't it?- but it sounded as if things hadn't worked out that well. Perhaps he didn't manage to find her in this place? Or he did and she was...? No, it wasn't her business.]

Are you feeling okay? You seem rather stressed today.

Shut up.

[He stands up, not wanting to be in a position lower than hers.]

Don't think that we're friends. [He says the word "friends" like it is an awful disease.] Don't think that I trust you, or like you, because I don't.

[The explosion startles her- her shoulders hunch in surprise for a moment.]

[But that doesn't last, no.]

Hey, that's a little harsh, isn't it? I apologised.

Apologies mean nothing. That song is my sister's and you shouldn't have heard it. [Lots of emphasis on that last part. It isn't just the fact that he doesn't want to share anything of Martel's with any of the filth in this world. Her music soothes him, allows him to be close to her even when she's not there, and this human interrupted that.]

Now that's just being impossible! [Pause, as she attempts to rein things back in. Gee.] I can't help listening to things when I'm outdoors. But if you don't want apologies, what do you want?

I want you to leave me alone. Just leave me and Martel alone! [Now advancing toward Rise to make sure she understands how unwanted she is.]

[The angry midget advancing doesn't intimidate her, but he seems to be in a mood and it- it might be better to back off for today and come back when he wasn't so temperamental. So she'll take a step back.]

Okay, okay, I heard you the first time. You take care of yourself too, okay? Gee.

[She isn't as afraid as she ought to be, and that...just pisses him off more. Mithos almost wishes she would stay so he could have an excuse to lash out at her. Almost. He mostly just wants her to go, because the sight of her sickens him. Giving trust like that to a human... So he will continue to harshly glare at her until she's gone.]

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[action] and now Rise thinks he's bipolar or something :I

[action] It's okay, Mithos, we're all mad here.

[action] .....this isn't wonderland B|

[action] Or is it? Don't worry, we haven't started dancing yet. 1/2

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[action] Or have we? :U

[action] Holy crap, account fail.

[action] pffff /patpat

[action] Shhh. ;A;

[action] YELLS :U