nogiku catchall

[disingenuous]

thinking about kasane and that lipstick.....

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week one, sunday.

[pura]

[The backalley is still cursed.

But here's Nogiku, staring at the new additions with a frown on her face. She lifts a hand as if to touch the colors, but her hand stills inches away, as if thinking better of it.

And then she touches it anyway. Hello?]

[disingenuous]

[ Every time something new appears in this Prism, it's always a flip of a coin of whether it'll be horrible or great. This is more on the former side of things. ]

Is it meant to be an elegy?

[ but with symbolism instead of a song or poem. ]

[pura]

... Probably. Though not a very tasteful one, anyway.

[She draws her hand back, rubbing her fingertips together. None of the paint came off, but...]

It feels wet, somehow.

[disingenuous]

A reminder to tell us how fresh the deaths are, likely, in poor taste.

[ She frowns. ]

I do not want more to be put on this wall.

[pura]

Neither do I. But unless we find a way to protect ourselves from the Prism's influence, and soon...

[disingenuous]

... I know. It's hard being in the unknown. At worst, we'll have to prepare to see more added to this wall.

[pura]

And seeing as how we're supposedly trapped here...

I wonder if it's not history repeating itself.

[disingenuous]

It's not impossible, even if I wish it were so.

We'll need to find a way to change the course.

[ even if she doesn't know how just yet. ]

[pura]

Mhm... Now, if only we could find more leads. Or other letters from our predecessors.

[disingenuous]

That's what the new week is for. Whatever new locations... maybe there will be something from the Dreamer again.

[pura]

Perhaps... It would be convenient if we found something else like that.