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W5, TUESDAY: BELPH AND...?
[On Tuesday, Belph 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 speech. Enjoy your charades!
3. Once their time is up, our ghostly friend will abruptly disappear. Better be quick.]
Rules:
2. Our ghostly friend will be intangible, see-through, and cannot communicate through verbal or written speech. Enjoy your charades!
3. Once their time is up, our ghostly friend will abruptly disappear. Better be quick.]
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This would be a hell of a lot easier if he could talk. There's some nuance here that he has no idea how to get across -- and that's just regarding the information he came to share. He wants to ask about how Belph is feeling, even though he definitely wouldn't tell him - and if Steph is okay, and a hundred other things, but here he is, with a time limit and a clipped tongue. He'll just have to hope they get a real chance to talk later. And what a thing it is, to actually hope for something.
For the time being, he tilts his head, cocking a brow questioningly and looking expectant. ]
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again.
belph pauses. when it becomes clear hikage isn't continuing, he thinks for a moment. then, he raises a hand, counting off his questions through his fingers.]
I take it something bad'll happen if we do the pink tasks? Does it give them more power, or something?
[he lowers a finger. question two.]
Do the dead know what Pink is? [another finger; three.] Are they more than just residuals?
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He holds up his index finger. A nod - this one more serious. Then another finger, and a shake of his head, followed by the third and another nod - although he wavers afterwards for a moment. This one's hard, too. He chews his bottom lip in thought for a moment. First, he brings his hands together like he's going to clap; then, instead, he slowly pulls them apart, as if he's holding an inflating balloon between them. ]
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it would be so much better if he could just talk with hikage as if it were any other day—but that, at least, would certainly be an illusion.]
So you don't know what Pink is, but they're more than just residuals and they're... expanding? Growing? Taking over?
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So that's all his time, then. Regret sticks in his gut as he realizes he spent it all trying to share information. Is this what he thought would help? He'd rushed in, desperate, and that was the best he could come up with? He'd always been terrible at comforting people, and terrible at comforting Belph, especially, but he'd still shown up here to try. That was why he was here. Not for the game, but for Belph.
"How would you cheer somebody up, then, Hikage-kun?"
"... Fine. Let's see..."
Another moment of hesitation; then, a step forward, a little stiff, and he lifts his hand not to gesture, but to place on Belph's shoulder - it passes through, but the intent is obvious, just like the apologetic, genuine smile on his face visible for a moment before he simply vanishes like he was never there at all. ]
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and so, it ends. belph couldn't even say anything that wasn't business. ha—no wonder he's been called cruel. why is it that even hikage is better than him, at least in this moment?
well then.
he knows he should get this info out as soon as possible. he has people to find now. but... for another few moments, he stays rooted to the spot, staring at where hikage had been.]