“A book with no name, no author nor any lines, you say? Hmm…”
“Perhaps that someone ought to have read it? You must remember that no book in existence cannot tell a tale. The conception of the text itself to the hands that held it speaks a story in itself. Why was the book placed there, then? And by whom? What was to be their goal?”
“See, Hana, there is always a story to be read. As for whom…perhaps the wayward traveler may find it!”
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❝ …Guess you’re right- whoever found it, the wayward traveler or whoever, would be pretty unlucky, though. ❞
❝ To have a book with no content, only the stuff behind it…you’d have to have a bit of imagination and determination to figure all that stuff out, right? ❞
❝ …That is, if you could even figure out that the book was empty. It’d probably be ruined by the elements, and maybe you’d think that maybe there actually was once something in the book- but really, there would be nothing, just washed out pages to make you think that there was something when there was… ❞
❝ 'If someone lays a book down in the middle of a field, and the book has no name, and the book has no author, and the book has no lines to it…who will read it?‘ ❞
█ XX █ ♥ ;; Oh, so that’s how it is. The ghost is seemingly starting to communicate with the living. A nice improvement it is in the singularity’s eyes. After all, Hana truly semed like she was withdrawn and would rather talk to no one at all.
The smile came on her face, it looking almost motherly. Michiru felt like she should work harder on her goals. “They will be, I assure you. I have seen no black rings around their neck. They will at least live to see another month,” she said, glancing at the construction site not far away from the duo before averting her gaze back to her conversation partner.
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Bewilderment at the statement isn’t clear at first, as throwaway information is missed, then barely (just barely) caught by her unsteady fingertips. Really, if the statement hadn’t been snagged on a rough nail, she never would have noticed merely going back to mundane conversation characteristic of herself.
❝ Rings, wha…t? ❞ disbelief is impartial in her stare, jaw hastening to bring itself to normal settings as it hangs low. Lips, dry and crackly and the same as ever, finally manage to stop their ludicrous parting in order to utter their next words; ❝ I, um, uh…don’t understand… ❞
█ XX █ ♥ ;; Michiru could understand, for she too had to go a lot of changes not so long ago. Longing for the past, trying to deny the future were things she has done too. But still, changes were nice too in a way. New kind people and miracles would come, and learn you a new thing. That’s why the pinkette is neutral about this subject.
“I can understand that. The construction workers will be gone soon, and if people bother you again after that, please do tell me.”
Humans would listen to her after all, whether she had to use force or not. Michiru isn’t afraid to use her powers, after all. As much as she loves humans, she too tends to find them vile for their way of acting towards supernatural beings.
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❝ Bother…then…tell you? ❞
❝ No, it’s…not like that. I think you…misunder- stood. ❞
Explanation hovers upon the tip of her tongue, manipulating position of not-quite human form. She stutters, she frowns, she shifts, but meaning will be made clear in time. Girl is merely waiting for slightest breath in other to make of certain that she still has her audience.
Satisfied, after seeing movement in breath, pause is no longer sustained and explanatory vision is allowed to take shape.
❝ I mean that they…talk to me. ❞
❝ I…guess it’s kind of nice. The problem is telling whether they’re safe…or not. ❞
█ XX █ ♥ ;; Michiru blinks, remembering that some of the construction workers had greeted her this day when she was going to the graveyard. They were nice, trying to avoid troubling the others in the neighborhood as much as possible.
“Because some things changing wouldn’t make it feel as much as home as it used to be, right?” she said. The dorms had recently been broken down too, making way for an apartment where the new loaners could live. It left Michiru with a bit of a hollow feeling each time she saw it. After all, a piece of her past was now gone, probably never able to return to how it once was.
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A frown is deep-set into her features, as neutral an expression as one for her can be. ❝ …Yeah, maybe, ❞ is her unsure reply or, half of one, really spoken more to the air than anything, ❝ I-I guess that could be it. ❞
She shifts uncomfortably, hovering a mere centimeter above her wall and knotting her previously frowning features into a more than ugly grimace. Lips tilt, off- center, and eyebrows bear down upon her eyelids. ❝ …Things used to be much nicer…for me, at least. Things were…quieter. ❞
❝ …Even though people still bothered me a lot, things were quieter. ❞
█ XX █ ♥ ;; It has been a while since she has visited a graveyard, let alone this one. A wave of nostalgia came over here while she entered the place. She wondered how it was going with the ghost she had met during one of her so many part-time job.
Green coloured eyes look around for a certain spirit until she found her. A small smile came on her face, glad that they could talk once again. A nod was given, signing that she did came here to this graveyard to visit the other. “Indeed it has. So, how have you been?”
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Giggles and shrugs, she supposes that would beckon unbecoming behavior in the presence of an acquaintance, so girl settles for tiny smile unrecognizable unless looked at through magnifying glasses. Words spoken next could be self degrading, if she wanted them to be; but growth, oddly enough, is displayed again.
❝ …Fine, things are getting better here. ❞ she notes with a sigh, senses (left intact, apparently, for little more than to torment her further) picking up the heavy vapours of construction and machines nearby. A gesture leftwards, ❝ Construction, they're improving things, making changes. ❞
Death and it’s latter incidents has kept the child unraveled for too long, she and her physical ashes strewn by cremation fire; but companionship of those has calmed her and grown her in trust, if only in slight. Yet girl still jumps, as another has entered the graveyard without her notice; only indication of presence with vision of apparition coming across a familiar face.
Still, she has grown enough not to remain breathless and speak the words; ❝ …Coming to visit? It’s…been a while. ❞
“An Apple?” Whiteface queries also. Oh! That red-skinned fruit that had a wonderful crunch to it! “Well…I don’t think I should be the one to ask for that. I don’t have a sense of taste. Atleast not in the same sense as you.” Whiteface tells her. He could only ever taste food from his own realm: anything less tasted bland to him. The only exception to this was royal milk tea.
“Did you want me to ask some of my friends? Maybe Polka might know…” Whiteface replies, relaxed and calm about him. “They have better taste buds than I, so maybe they’d know! Why did you ask, anyways?”
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Hesitant is smile, again, nervous in being, yet it is still present on features. Unnerved by the thought of asking another whom she has had no contact with, she quakes in slightest amount; though by all means is it unnoticeable, she tries to make it so for the sake of the other beside her. Voice, however, betrays emotion anyway, with it’s slight decrease in volume and cheer.
❝ Aha, yeah…maybe I will …if they’re trustworthy… ❞
Question befuddles her for moments before correction of it dawns in copious amounts.
❝ Um…I can’t eat. I haven’t eaten for years n-not that I need to, though… ❞
❝ Hey, uh, Whiteface? ❞ nervous, perhaps, but curiosity plays upon her weakest point. Meaning for question to be answered, she fiddles with her hands for a bit, making sure she has the other’s attention. Query is then left from her lips for retrieval within the consciousness and purpose to be pieced together.
