my nona

[bookpapers]

nyeheheheh

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w0 saturday

[bookpapers]

[appears in nona's vicinity... HELLO]

Hey! Got your crossbow back?

[CAN HE SEE IT....]

[segnale]

[hewwo

she is now in her normal clothes, as she grins and whips out her crossbow.]

Sure did! Ta-daaaa.

[bookpapers]

[IM SORRY DOES SHE HAVE A STOMACH DIAMOND WINDOW? IS THAT SKIN? Lavi is temporarily distracted by this crossbow as I wait for you to answer my brackets,]

Oooh, it looks real nice. Did it get wet at all while it was in the box?

w0 monday

[segnale]

[nona is wandering around, collecting sticks and feathers off the ground... projected through her glove are the words miracle child.]

[bookpapers]

[Lavi watches her do this for a couple seconds, and then heads over to interrupt? obstruct? help?]

Hey, Nona. Whatcha doing?

[segnale]

[waves with sticks in her hand]

Trying to gather materials to make arrows with. Cloud's idea!

w0 fri the 2nd

[bookpapers]

[WELL HE IS COMING OVER TO CHECK THIS BLUE PYRE AND ALSO THESE MOVIE POSTERS???]

-- What the hell?

[segnale]

[THAT'S A MOOD]

I... I don't understand...

[bookpapers]

[IT'S SO FUNNY FOR NON-INVESTERS DAMN

his mouth presses into a taut line, hand closing into a fist like he's thinking of punching the board in a stupid display of rage.]

...Are they really dead?

w0 saturday... two

[bookpapers]

[he is going to find Nona!!!! where is she]

Nona?

[segnale]

[she's a little apart from the main areas, just shooting a spot on the tree as though it's target practice, before fetching her arrows again.

when lavi comes along, though, she pauses.]

... Hi, Lavi.

[bookpapers]

[he looks from her to the arrows in her hand, Boothill's grin when Lavi waved him over to ask.]

...I'm sorry.

w1 monday

[bookpapers]

[THEY'RE AT SUMMER ISLAND... at the ranch where Lavi will mosey on over to next to Nona, leaning over one of the railings and maybe a little into her too?]

The island's pretty nice, huh?

[segnale]

[nona allows this...]

Yeah! There's probably a catch, but right now I don't care.

[she looks so nostalgic... island...]

[bookpapers]

[this is so real.... he leans further over as a few curious sheep come up to the railing to bump at their knees]

Wanna say hi to the sheep?

[if she says yes then he's gonna pick her up. i have to tell you this before you write your tag to express dominance]

w1 friday

[segnale]

[just. staring at the posters.]

Three...?

[bookpapers]

[Lavi looks at the posters. He had a bad feeling when he saw the fcking chest in the THEATER, but the other two?

His expression tightens, before he forcibly tries to relax.]

...The sleeve in the chest. You think it's Karma's?

[segnale]

... It was his item chest, right? [FEELS LIKE KARMA WOULD HAVE A JAR OR WHATEVER OF LEECHES...] So I think so.

i hate you so bad w1 sat

[bookpapers]

[i'm robbed of my SATURDAY PC so im gonna give you THIS instead i hate you so BAD

Lavi thinks of a way to mourn. It's hard-going, because he knows so many different ways to grieve, thousands of traditions sequestered in his head, but he can't seem to pick any. nothing seems... right. which is strange, because it doesn't really matter in the end. what he picks. how he mourns. he's not supposed to grieve at all. he hadn't with the others -- not really. simply memorized their passing and committed them to memory.

memory. his lips twist into a mirthless smile.]

...First Hill, now you. Maybe I shouldn't have given that crow your name, huh?

[lavi nona boot. why the hell did he curse these two people so bad. hopefully that means he's next!!!!!]

Wish I can say this somewhere else. Maybe at a place that actually meant something to you? Guess I could wait for the memorials, but...

[he lapses into silence because well. he's not a fan of memorials. and he doesn't know if he'll be sincere enough by then to express what he means.]

Sorry, Nona. I can't promise to look after the others. And I can't promise that I'll live. [...] But I can promise that I'll remember ya. Everything you've said and done, what you were like when I first met you, and the words you said at the end. Every part of you.

[it feels hollow a little. because he knows if their positions were reversed, then Nona would properly mourn for him. instead, all he can give her is this -- because he can't afford to give more. (can't afford to, and yet --) He looks up at the sky, letting the pressure of the moment build and build and build -- until it's gone, just more heartache whisked away onto yet another page. mourning, but chronicled. the only way he knows how, and the only way that means something to him. a little like a girl with rose-colored hair and a bright smile, and a keeper of so many promises.]

w6 wed

[bookpapers]

Hey, Nona. Wanna take a spin around the market with me?

[MY NONA!!!!]

[segnale]

[MY LAVI!!!!]

Hehe, of course! Show me around.

[bookpapers]

[he sweeps an arm out dramatically in a bow]

Follow me, my lady.

[HEADS TO THE MARKET!!! it's artist's alley...... somewhere around here are dolls of charles and hikari.... he picks one up of shigure]

Aren't these cute?

w7 saturday

[segnale]

[RUNNIN OVER TO LAVI]

Lavi! Are you okay?

[bookpapers]

[THERE'S BLOOD ON HIS FACE FROM WHERE HE WAS ARM SLAMMED INTO THE GROUND

but he gets up a little unsteadily and flashes her a shaky thumbs up]

M'alive!!

[segnale]

Honestly, what am I going to do with you...

[CASTS HEALING ON HIM]