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[IT IS A PARTY we discussed this kisha you know how it is set up. Here is the line to summon an Erika--]

Well of course, "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" is an interesting little game of a story, but the character of Le Chevalier C. Auguste Dupin is interesting in itself.
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It felt like summer. A cool breeze tempered the warmth and carried with it the scent of the ocean from faraway, wild flowers mixing with the salt to create something nostalgic. Blue skies stretched out beyond the horizon in every direction with fluffy white clouds occasional drifting by. It felt like summer and the sky above certainly looked it.

But it stopped there, like an abandoned jigsaw puzzle. The rest of the world was a white that seemed to simply fade into nothing. It didn't give the impression of being endless so much as unfinished. One could follow the breeze to find where a beach might have gone and find Erika sitting among the empty space. She wore a simple white dress, not a trace of ribbon or lace, made of light fabric perfect for a day in the sun.

The only other detail written in was a bit of sand covering her feet. It looked like she had patted it down over them herself.

"I had everything planned out except for the beginning," she explained without being prompted, looking out where the ocean might have been. "Your game should start somewhere that you associate with the board itself and with yourself. But everything I associate with me belongs to someone else. Having chess pieces is nice but a little useless without the board."

She gestured down at her feet and wiggled her toes under the sand to move it slightly. "But I remember doing this when I was a child. I had to find the perfect spot for it, though. If it was too wet, it felt grimy, but dry sand wouldn't pack well. It's really warm. I did that before stepping in to look for seashells. Of course, I only would keep large, whole ones. The ones that were hardest to find."
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[Without contest, Erika is the one who has initiated nearly all of her meetings with Will. Showing up without warning, plastered on windows and banging on doors, and he lets her to wander without question when she leaves and without question when she returns. Through the entire time they've known each other (after they became siblings, after he went insane, after she was slightly tamed, after she first broke down on arrival-) and through all situations (the concept denials, her uniform and existence issues, carving into his shoulder and driving Zelos into furies, trolling his future wife-), the one thing similar to all of these meetings is the fact he waits. Even letters usually come by some initial action on the other's behalf.

That's why the fact the next time she visits Zelos, the action holds significantly more weight than it would with anyone else. A maid flags her down. One she probably does not recognize. One she wouldn't. Bowing in silence and handing her a folded letter before leaving to the labyrinthine rooms and her duties just as silently. The envelope has no name, no address, a blank expanse of crisp white, and the letter inside is just as short and punctual as the blank envelope would make it seem.

Your representation is needed. Be professional, be silent.

There's no name, but she's read enough of his mysteries to recognize the handwriting. No time is written for her to be there by, but it means to appear when she's willing. There's no feeling like it means for the message to be destroyed, but it's replaced with the realization it was done on purpose.

It's for an assignment, but it's the first time he's summoned her first. Let her have a souvenir for the occasion.]
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[Due to her current appearance, Erika can't exactly climb too well; nor could she easily walk through the front door. Instead, Erika picks the library as her entrance. No one will probably be there and it's on the first floor, meaning it isn't hard to get in through.

Once inside, she knows the house layout perfectly and knows enough blindspots and even the servants' various schedules and routines. If she was an assassin, this might be troubling. Since she's just a humiliated girlfriend, though, it's not so bad.

The second she gets to Zelos's bedroom - whether or not he's even there - she locks the door and buries into the bed.]
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[So for a while, Erika didn't wear her corsets like she usually did. At first it was because her ribs were still a little tender. After, though, it was just a new habit of not wearing one. But since she got to go dress shopping, she picked out a few new ones to try. She feels pretty good about this and even laced it up nice.

So naturally, that means she actually has visible rack going on instead of frills and bows and loose corsets that don't prove she has tits. And since it's Erika, it's pretty obvious why she's feeling better about her image than usual. Also since it's Erika, fellow delicate maidens are free to stomp on this bubbling happiness if they want.]
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[Erika does keep some clothes with Zelos. It would just be stupid not to when she does prefer having a change or four around. She likes feeling and looking her best whenever possible, especially around him.

At the moment, she's glancing through her dresses and sighing. She'll need to grab a few warmer ones soon with fall setting in. At least some ones made of heavier fabric since she doesn't care enough to wear proper clothes for winter.

Which...she isn't sure if she needs proper clothes or what. It never exactly came up last year due to the circumstances and this year...

Well, whatever, she'll think about it later and keep sorting her clothes.]
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[Possibly you may remember a time, way back before Will was too insane - still crazy but not quite too bad - when Erika enjoyed creeping on the window of his bedroom and popping in and shaking him or clawing him or surprise falling on him from the ceiling to wake him for late night talks? Those bygone days.

Well Erika is reviving the tradition by rising near his head like Jaws and very slowly prodding him in the face.]
Wiiiiiiiillard I'm here!
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[WELL, THAT ALL ENDED WELL.

As usual (why is this usual, again? Damn it, London), people have to resume their everyday lives. Time waits for no man, after all. No man, no woman, no one inbetween. This is exactly why Michi can be found hitting the books outside at her usual cafe! ... Or more like. Sitting there, staring death into the book until its information sticks in her brain. She plays with her hair idly and watches as the people pass by, head sort of lolling off to the side in a very unladylike fashion -- she couldn't look any more bored if she tried to.

But if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to head on down to the Thames, where you'll see a young blonde girl, approximately age sixteen, washed up on the shore. Her clothing is a good 61 years younger than "today's" fashions, for anyone that would notice. A cute, yellow dress. A-line, floral print. Very 40s.

She doesn't scream. She doesn't even try coughing the water out of her lungs. All she does is sit up and look around the area, with wide eyes -- one blue, one a brilliant gold.]
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For once, Erika didn't climb in through the window or wait on the bed. She chose instead to gather her own thoughts in a long bath and now she stands, smoothing out her dress, wondering why this feels so difficult. It might be a big decision but it won't go wrong or be bad. They won't make a mistake. So it's fine, right?

Well. It could change their relationship. It is a big commitment. Now it sounds like something else entirely. She laughs - a short and not entirely happy sound - and shakes her head. That ridiculous thought gives her enough to be at ease when she pokes her head into Zelos's room.

"So then, do you want to be my master?"
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[By now, Erika has washed any grime and blood off of her after several intensive baths. Her hair is mostly dry, twisted up into a bun with her chopsticks. As for her clothes, they're probably being washed or thrown out. She managed not to get them torn up but the blood was a little thick. Erika is still unhappy with that. Ughhh her clothes. So disgusting.

For now it's like last time she came here after fighting. Laying out on Zelos's bed in her slip and reading. She knows he's been busy but he'll probably be back eventually.]
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[Erika is aware of how bad of a note she left on. Still emotionally cracked, a little bit furious, enduring a worsening heart attack, and probably aware of how everyone else decided that was the day to stress him out further. So she might be, rightfully, concerned. Considering that was Tuesday and now it's the Sunday after and oh god he's probably going to kill her the moment she plasters his window or he's dead or-

Or he's leaned back in his chair, back to the window, and throwing pencils at the ceiling to see them stick in the plaster. His pattern of reacting to stress is weird.]
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[It's much easier to find Mikado than she expected it to be. The Great Detective Knows. And she knows how he's feeling. That has less to do with their meta bond and more to do with simply having stayed at his side for so long. He's alive, so Willard didn't kill him, so he's atoning in his way.

Erika walks along the Thames until she spots him, busy with his new project. Just saying 'hello' or calling out is far too simple. So, Erika takes it upon herself to hop over, beheading a Deep One in the process. The head rolls off the blade of her scythe and she jabs it in before it can go far. She can be useful!]


I missed you. It looks like you're working hard.
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[After a rather exhausting time of however long, Erika is finally quite fine enough to walk around without any worries. Of course, she's still a little tender, but going without her corset a week or two more isn't the end of the world. It means simpler dresses and walking around outside like a normal person instead of a stand-out lolita.

Maybe for the best right now. She was generally associated with Dagon but surprisingly doesn't get many looks. And the fresh air of the park is...actually kind of nice. Not that she'll so it like that.

This is also for Zelos. Poor dear. He probably needs a break from her so she figures spending it outside might be good for her.

At the moment, she's flopped over in the grass, staring up at the sky with a quiet mind.]
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[After intense debate - a word which here means 'a lot of whining and pouting' - Erika got Zelos's permission to go talk to Willard. The only conditions were that Zelos be allowed to wait nearby and no fighting. Both very reasonable requests, really, considering the state Erika was left in after the last talk.

Right now, she has a theory. Will's been in a bad state and probably by this point doesn't even know what day it is or what events are going on. Probably he was at fault for the whole Dagon thing but that's not so surprising. More surprising is that it happened. And Mikado wants to talk to Will about it, meaning who knows what could happen, but Erika wants to check Will's mood first.

So Zelos gets to wait with some church ladies while Erika heads Will off. If she's right, he probably still was thinking he had to show up at Dagon at some point to check on her, too. Or he's just really out of it and who knows but either way, given everything that happened and Will's status, she figures her guess is spot on when she catches Will heading out.]


Willard, you're looking splendid as ever.
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[A worried and restless kitten has decided to try expending her energy. Well, she doesn't have that much laying around but Erika hates being idle. Since she can't do a lot, though, she settles for stretches and flopping around. Technically, she's still in bed, so Zelos can't really be mad at her or anything.]
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[Certainly, Ib's heard of London before, but she can't say this is much like the London she's read about. It's not scary though, nothing's trying to attack her like in the art gallery, but it is... eerie. Oddly reminiscent of when she first realized her parents, and indeed every single one of the patrons in the gallery, were nowhere to be found and only the paintings and statues were keeping her company. Only this time it's Mary who's suddenly disappeared, having already been separated from Garry.

It's not scary. But she can't deny she's lost.

Which is how a little girl ends up wandering the streets of London, perfectly silent and looking almost... calm.

There must be a sign she can read somewhere...]
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[Your life has been shitty today. Really shitty. A potted plant fell from a window and smashed into your head. A black cat with a stupid ribbon on her tail ran by and ripped open your legs. A carriage seemingly appeared from nowhere and almost hits you. Deep ones chase you down the street where you get tripped and robbed by a homeless kid.

But there's some hope to be had. A person helps you up. Tells you the same things have happened to them. Literally the exact same things. And getting a book from this crazy bitch made it all stop! It's wonderful. You should do it.

You think the idea is complete bullshit, but you still end up walking to this bookstore somehow. You don't know why. It's a big fancy store, with signs saying it's a signing session for the famous Hachijo Tohya. She's famous and you've totally heard of her before. You don't know why.

She smiles pleasantly and waves when you enter. A black cat with a stupid cat sits on her shoulder wags its tail. You've seen this cat befo--wait. No, you haven't. You're positive of this. You don't know why.

Then she opens one of her books and offers a hand out. The same signature spiel. 'Hello, what's your name?']


Hello, Child of Man. What's your wish?
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[Most people do not accept visitors if they work. Or if they do, only through such normal venues such as knocking on the door, or calling first to make an appointment.

In this case, there's only a moment where Will freezes before setting down his pen and rising. Going through the effort of moving a chair under an air vent in the ceiling and making sure it's aligned properly. Right, looks fine. Sitting down and, rather than resuming his work, leaning back with his arms crossed and just. Waiting.]


All clear.
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A back alley in London. Body parts fall to the streets. Two hands. The forearms. Feet, legs, a hollowed torso in several pieces, internal organs. A human head. Each of the parts is light enough that a falcon could conceivably transport it from one place to another in its claws, and the blood is all clinging. Altogether, these parts would make a full human being--short one eye.

Huey has only done this once before, so it takes some time before his body reassembles. Like cells of an organism, like a well-coordinated swarm of ants, his flesh and bones and organs pull themselves back together, joints locking in and blood flowing once more. He is now as whole in body as he was that day he was made immortal, minus an eye and a ponytail. Huey Laforet looks around him, and in a calm, quiet voice, calls for his youngest daughter.

"Leeza? ...Hilton?"

But there is no answer, and the streets beyond don't sound like 1930s Chicago. Nor did this place seem to have any connection to Alcatraz. So. Something didn't go to plan. (Again.)

"Ah."

But at least he has the clothes he had asked the Poet to fetch. He may as well dress and go looking for answers. He places a hand over his empty eye socket and wishes Renee the best.

[blah blah spam or prose, I don't care which, apologies for his lack of social, you know the drill]

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Apr. 6th, 2012 02:06 am
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[So, Richard does know Zelos is in this city. Well aware of it. And while he hasn't sought out the Chosen, he is has, in the course of his job, ended up with the pleasure of being able to dress up and act out certain things. Today, to bring more people to the theatre, he is "acting" as the great Zelos Wilder, dressed for the part. Personally, he thinks he's rather fetching in pink. And while he would never do something so base as to solicit people on the street, he is set up outside, in a main thoroughfare, comfortably lounging on the edge of the booth promoting this season's performances.]

[And he's getting into the part. One hand on crossed knees, lounging on the table rather than the chair, looking entirely pleased and smug and entitled, he flirts and acts flippant and arrogant but charming.]

[Something he would never get to do back home.]

My my, come my darling hunnies, don't be shy. ♥

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