six [action/voice]

[imatreenow]

[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.]

Comments

[action] Shhh. ;A;

[analyzing]

[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.

[action] YELLS :U

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[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.]