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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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[ Concern rolls in first, followed by a slow wave of confusion, and then—a dawning realization as she slots his voice to a face. ]

It was that bad? [ There's a childish instinct to be defensive, or to slip her mask off and toss it in the corner, but she manages to refrain. ] ...sorry about that. [ Look at her, finally taking accountability.

Sorta. ]

[hallowedly]

I'm certain you are. ( So very certain and airy and noncommittal. ) All the same, I think it would benefit everyone involved if we agreed that what happened was a regrettable Host incident.

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[ MMM ] Yeah, that's because it was a regrettable Host incident—and we already called it even.

[hallowedly]

And because common knowledge of your... unfortunate lapses could lead to retaliation.

That said, we should, perhaps, discuss them.

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Seriously? [ Deadpanned. Fucking retaliation? Really? ]

What's there to discuss, Mr. Sakurazuka?

[hallowedly]

I'd like you to describe, to the best of your ability, what happens when that... madness takes over.

Studying it is the only way we can ever hope to counteract it.

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...it was like someone switched off everything inside of me. The whole world went red, and anyone in my line of sight had to go. [ She maintains a somewhat flat, steady tone as she speaks, but the murmur betrays her discomfort—a warble of shame. ] The best comparison would be like—like sleepwalking. I'm not even really sure what snapped me out of it.

[hallowedly]

Was it... as if your body was not your own, or your mind?

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Both. It felt like—[ a hard sigh ]—like I'd been disconnected. I wasn't there. Not in my head, not in my body. Even the memories are hazy, like a shitty nightmare you can just barely remember.

[hallowedly]

Thank you.

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Yeah, sure. [ ... ] How's your arm?

[hallowedly]

Grievously wounded.

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[ MANNN. Guilt is a real bitch. ]

...want me to get you something that will heal it? I might know a person.

[hallowedly]

I am, I hear, some manner of professional. ( Amusement, thin but palpable. ) You should learn, if you're going to inflict injuries, to deal with the reality of their persistence.

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[ Sir, you are the most frustrating man she's ever met. ] You could just say "No, Sharon, I'm a masochist, and I enjoy walking around with a hole in my arm," instead of offering a lesson I'm already well acquainted with.

[ Flatly: ] Thanks, though.

[hallowedly]

It is aminor wound, on target to heal cleanly.

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Just a minor grievous wound, then. Right. [ sourly ]

[hallowedly]

Are you upset at me for not being more affected? I could groan and moan a bit, if you'd like.

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—yeah, that was it, and not the fact that your statements about your wound felt a little contradictory. But what do I know? I'm not a veterinarian.

[hallowedly]

I was only trying to make light of a... regrettable incident.

The wound is bearable. I've lost an eye. Really, this is... nothing.

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...if you say so. [ :| ]

[hallowedly]

Really, I don't keep grudges. It's a hassle. Besides, if anything, I'm in your debt. We were already even on the day, and I've since given away your knife.

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I didn't figure I'd get it back. Hope it serves them as well as it served me. I guess. [ She's not bitter! (Yes, she is.) ]

Who'd you give it to?

[hallowedly]

Do you believe in true love?

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[ l o l. not even a little bit, sir. ] Is that who you gave it to? Your 'true love'? [ There is no way this man is serious. ]