W5, TUESDAY EVENING: FLAYN AND...?

[gatonina]

[On Tuesday evening, Flayn is accosted by a ghostly friend...

Rules:

1. 10 comments total to this thread.
2. Our ghostly friend will be intangible, see-through, and cannot communicate through verbal or written means. Enjoy your charades!
3. Once their time is up, our ghostly friend will abruptly disappear. Better be quick.]

Comments

[shixiong]

[ oh! watch surprise flicker across yin yu's face, followed quickly by his brows coming together in worry. he briefly reaches up to touch the spot on his own face, looking concerned. that must have happened the night he died... (of course; he wasn't there, she got hurt, twice in a row - )

mn. focus. this is important. yin yu gives a shake of his head to her question. it looks exactly the same - he knows what color flayn's scrunchie is, and he can't see it differently. he lifts his own wrist so flayn can see: instead of a scrunchie, he has a faintly glowing blue ring around his own wrist, opposite of his banishment shackle, like a tattoo.

that being done, yin yu takes a couple of steps away from her--luckily, the hall is little, and moves to the one for minako, focusing on the flowers. he touches the pink cherry blossom on her memorial, followed quickly by the pink center of the orchid that sits there, too, then looks back to flayn to make sure she's watching.

he taps the pink of the orchid, again, and then raises hand above the plant. up, up, up, in slow increments, stretching tall. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she shakes her head once - it's fine, it's not important, she's okay. (she's not okay, really, but she will be. she can deal.)

what is important is trying to find a way to communicate. her expression falls a little as he shows her the glowing blue ring, but then she nods; it's good to know, at least. after a moment, as he's stepping away - she speaks softly.]

The sequins changed for me. It must mean something - I am trying to find out what.

[...but, she'll follow him over to Minako's memorial, and watches as he touches the pink cherry blossom and the pink center of the orchid.

up and up...]

Is the pink voice... getting stronger? More powerful?

[shixiong]

[ his brow furrows. the sequins changed....? colors? yin yu tilts his head, and reaches for the blue periwinkle, touching the petals and giving her a questioning look.

but then!! ah! flayn! you're so smart. yin yu nods twice, and his expression lights up with a muted, fond, pride, clearly visible even if he's a little ghostly. there's a moment where he hesitates, trying to think, and then -- he lifts his hand as if holding the handle of a knife, and then stabs downwards, a few times, repetitive.

he then mimes upwards on the pink plant, again, that same growing upwards motion. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she follows the motion of his hand to the periwinkle, then shakes her head.]

The scrunchie itself is still blue - but the sequins on it are not pink anymore... for me, they have turned gold.

It is like that for a few others as well... has anything turned gold on your side?

[she kind of hopes it has, but honestly? she doesn't know. everything is confusing and the only thing she knows is she wishes he was here, really here, so she could just talk to him - but thinking about how much she wishes she could hear his voice isn't helpful.

her face pales a little as he makes that stabbing motion.]

That is... we do not want it to get stronger, do we? To save everyone...? But - it is still... if at least one person does not die, that is the end of all of us, is it not?

[shixiong]

[ ... gold?

slowly, yin yu shakes his head. could that be the cooperation that they're supposed to find? this gold color... perhaps because she won (an execution, his stomach flips at the thought) or... maybe there are others.... ?? that's hard to get across with charades.

he looks a bit apologetic. he can't answer that, because he doesn't know. moving along. the comment on the orchid gets a nod, and he holds up one finger - only one, if he can get that across. once a week. it has to stop.

yin yu pauses, trying not to waste his time. she'll see his cheeks pinken a bit like he's a little embarrassed... before he makes an expression, a bit more silly - lifting both of his hands to his face and miming crying motions, then, trying to make an especially angry face - and then touching the pink, and making the growth motion again. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[hmm. just one. flayn nods, thinking that over, and then watches as he mimes out... oh, yikes.]

...so we must limit ourselves to only one death a week, so that we can buy ourselves some time. And... being sad, and being angry - that makes the pink entity stronger? Which we do not want.

[please nod. please let her be right. she feels so stupid.]

...Yin Yu, we are trying to find a way to make it so that everyone is on the same team and we can all escape this. I have been told that it has been confirmed that we can bring you all back that way. Have you heard that as well? Have you found anything at all that might help us find a way to guarantee it?

[shixiong]

[ a slow nod to confirm both of those first things; he counts "one" and "two" with each nod on his fingers, so it's as specific as possible. she's right on target. he listens carefully, for her to complete her sentence.

he puts up a third finger. another nod. that's true.

...and a fourth, with a shake of his head, mouth curling into a small frown. yin yu bows, apologetic. they're still looking, but that's so impossible to get across, in such a strange way. as he rises, he drops his hand, then mimes writing with his right hand on his left, mimes folding a letter shut... then reaches back and brushes his hand against the flower petals.

there's still so much more to say, but the time is borrowed. all he can hope is that she'll see his letters and know.

something very heavy, very sad, crosses yin yu's expression, and he puts his hand back over his heart, and bows low. it's the best he can do. his hand stays there as he straightens.

at first, he managed to mouth something. maybe he can, again. i love-- and whatever he says after that is gone. to flayn, it will appear that the area where his mouth is almost blurred out, silencing that particular method of communication, too.

time's just about up. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

The letters... I wrote to you, too. I - I hope it makes things a little more clear.

[but she doesn't know if it will. she's - she's worried. there is so much that could go wrong, and so much that is depending on them getting it right. there has to be some way. there has to be.

...he's already warned her, that sadness and anger feed that pink entity, but. she can't help it. when he tries to say something again, she watches his lips, but then - they're gone. can't stay long, he'd said.

are they out of time, then?

they have so much they need to do, but flayn can't help it; her eyes fill with tears, and she reaches forward as if to try and take his hands. she wants to hold to him tightly and keep him here. but her hands pass through his, and she chokes out a pained gasp:]

Please, do not go—

[...but he's already gone, isn't he?]