[Here's an angel in a library....though, he's not at all looking at the books. Instead, he's sitting on a table, looking very intently at a glass jar in his hands.]
[He doesn't even notice her approach. He seems entirely fixated on his jar...which seems to be filled with little floating lights.]
[ an angel and a magical reactor walk into a library. there’s no punchline because they just found out that they’re supposed to kill each other for some stupid spell and one of the people she shared the villa with has died.
ayaka walks into the library with zero books in her hand. she sits down in front of him and just kind of… stares. would he be capable of murder? he said something about execution, but he’s so focused on that jar…
but then again, she’s a killer too, isn’t she? what gives her the right to judge when she’s just as bad? ]
[He lifts his head slowly, noticing she's there, before his gaze awkwardly moves back to the jar. It's quite clear up close that this is a jar of fireflies.]
I... didn't see her body. [ her throat tightens at the idea of her body. how did she die? ayaka has no idea, and that only lets her imagination run. ] But I... don't think he was lying about this.
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[He doesn't even notice her approach. He seems entirely fixated on his jar...which seems to be filled with little floating lights.]
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ayaka walks into the library with zero books in her hand. she sits down in front of him and just kind of… stares. would he be capable of murder? he said something about execution, but he’s so focused on that jar…
but then again, she’s a killer too, isn’t she? what gives her the right to judge when she’s just as bad? ]
Hey. Are those bugs?
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[He lifts his head slowly, noticing she's there, before his gaze awkwardly moves back to the jar. It's quite clear up close that this is a jar of fireflies.]
Yes. They have little lights.
[He doesn't know what they're called.]
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[ this is a joke, right? she’s feeling an oppressive guilt in her chest over the death of one of their own and here she is, talking about bugs. ]
Fireflies. [ she pauses, and then adds, just in case: ] That’s what they’re called. Fireflies.
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[He falls into silence again, his expression...barely even there, but there's a tightness in his eyes.]
So that man wasn't lying, was he.
[About someone being dead.]
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[ ... ]
I... didn't see her body. [ her throat tightens at the idea of her body. how did she die? ayaka has no idea, and that only lets her imagination run. ] But I... don't think he was lying about this.
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[Like. How can they believe what he says? At all?]
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[ she, right now, doesn't know who or what to believe. when it comes to magic, not even your own memory or sight can be reliable. ]