I didn't know all of her friends, so this will have to be a general message to the network. Mio Amakura has returned home, so if you can't contact her or you wake up with one of her animals, don't be alarmed.
[Mayu hesitated for a bit before answering to the man. She just wants to ignore the man and everyone else associated with him She...just doesn't want to face anyone there in Saffron right now.]
['Because I'm nothing like Mio and I hate you.' was what she wanted to say but that was too straightforward. She'll just ignore that question for now.]
[Ziva saw the text, and it took only a few moments deliberation to come to the conclusion that no, she really doesn't want to leave Reid alone right now.
It's been a while since she was able to use her ninja skills for good, but the time she and the other agent had been spending together recently--more and more, though Mio and Mayu always took priority and right now that was the problem, now wasn't it?--made it easier to predict where she would be able to find him.
She was getting rusty, she'd had to check four places before knocking on the door she was by now nearly completely certain Reid had barricaded himself behind.]
So, two options. Pretend he's not home or try to pretend everything's normal.
Reid likes to pretend his problems don't exist, so he's going to stay curled up on his couch with his face buried in a book, his expression frightfully neutral, and his animals pawing at his knees. Ellie and Flora in particular keep pawing him, more sensitive than the others to his pain, while Yang paces the floor feverishly, kneading the ground his his claws and wondering if he should get one of the other Pokemon to open the door without Reid.]
[She can hear the activity of Reid's Pokemon behind the door, which ups her estimate to 98 percent certainty, the two percent allowing for a window escape. She calls out again.]
I know that you are in there. You do not have to let me in, though I should warn you that I can pick this lock in...
[She casts a critical, practiced eye over the deadbolt, the only part that would give her much trouble.]
...about 20 seconds, at most. I would prefer not to, but I really do not have that many qualms about doing so.
[Ziva is very capable of being patient, she waits for a minute or two before sighing and pulling a bobby pin out of her hair--not exactly the most ideal lockpicking tool, but the department store seems to think that selling kits would encourage crime rates to increase, despite it seeming that only the transplants bother to lock their doors and everyone else comes and goes as they please, whether it's their house they're entering or not.
True to her word, she has the deadbolt eased back in about 17 seconds, after which she uses her trainer card to pop the doorknob lock in deference to most people's preference for not having their door kicked in.]
Spencer.
[Given her usual preference for using his last name, it might sound weird that she's not.]
[Oh. Oh. Yup, she's pretty sure she knows exactly what her dear Dr. Reid's doing right now — the same thing she did herself when Hiccup left, and then Kiki after him. It's not as though it's hard to guess. And guess she does.]
[He doesn't run physically. There's always some kind of responsibilities rooting him in place. But within his own vast mind, he's further away than anyone could dream.
[She runs physically, when it's her turn. Run far and fast enough and maybe the sadness won't be able to keep up. Nothing else in the world can; why should that be any different?]
Not if you're still talking to me, it's not.
[She does know how to play both sides of hide-and-seek, even if she does favor the one much more than the other.]
Oops he put a filter up beforehand I just forgot to note /o\
[Better to separate himself now. Better to become lonely now. Better to turn everything into pure objectivity and to bury his too-tender heart in the ground. Better to do all of that before everyone else goes away, because that's what happens. People leave. Sometimes they can help it, sometimes they can't, but it's one constant: in the end, he'll be alone.]
[Mio Amakura - she never talked to anyone named Mio, as far as she can remember but something rings a bell. And that's that she has talked to an Amakura, and on it striking her, that she's talked to Mayu Amakura, who had a dead sister who she was terribly lonely without, she feels suddenly submerged in cold.]
[Mio's disappearance felt like another family death to Misaki but unlike the others, Misaki took it pretty hard. Even chopping off most of her hair in retaliation, which the text function was able to hide, thank god.]
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leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2013-04-01 09:16 pm
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not in saffron
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Are you safe?
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[If she plans on coming back.]
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i don't know when i'll come back
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It's been a while since she was able to use her ninja skills for good, but the time she and the other agent had been spending together recently--more and more, though Mio and Mayu always took priority and right now that was the problem, now wasn't it?--made it easier to predict where she would be able to find him.
She was getting rusty, she'd had to check four places before knocking on the door she was by now nearly completely certain Reid had barricaded himself behind.]
Reid?
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He's been spotted.
So, two options. Pretend he's not home or try to pretend everything's normal.
Reid likes to pretend his problems don't exist, so he's going to stay curled up on his couch with his face buried in a book, his expression frightfully neutral, and his animals pawing at his knees. Ellie and Flora in particular keep pawing him, more sensitive than the others to his pain, while Yang paces the floor feverishly, kneading the ground his his claws and wondering if he should get one of the other Pokemon to open the door without Reid.]
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I know that you are in there. You do not have to let me in, though I should warn you that I can pick this lock in...
[She casts a critical, practiced eye over the deadbolt, the only part that would give her much trouble.]
...about 20 seconds, at most. I would prefer not to, but I really do not have that many qualms about doing so.
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Ignore them all and they'll go away, Reid.]
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True to her word, she has the deadbolt eased back in about 17 seconds, after which she uses her trainer card to pop the doorknob lock in deference to most people's preference for not having their door kicked in.]
Spencer.
[Given her usual preference for using his last name, it might sound weird that she's not.]
text;
Don't run far.
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I am afraid it's too late, Carmen.
[He doesn't run physically. There's always some kind of responsibilities rooting him in place. But within his own vast mind, he's further away than anyone could dream.
And he may not come back for a while.]
welp now this is a | private text;
Not if you're still talking to me, it's not.
[She does know how to play both sides of hide-and-seek, even if she does favor the one much more than the other.]
Oops he put a filter up beforehand I just forgot to note /o\
[Just let him pretend there's no pain and his brain is nothing more than a glorified unfeeling calculator, okay?]
everything is now private forever;
Don't do this. To yourself or to me.
Sure let's go with that
[Better to separate himself now. Better to become lonely now. Better to turn everything into pure objectivity and to bury his too-tender heart in the ground. Better to do all of that before everyone else goes away, because that's what happens. People leave. Sometimes they can help it, sometimes they can't, but it's one constant: in the end, he'll be alone.]
no subject
[Her mentor spent ten years buried in depression and guilt because of her, waiting for her to come back—]
And cutting yourself off isn't the way to make it stop hurting.
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Do you know if her sister Mayu is OK?
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I think she'll be okay if she's given some time to herself.
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how are you holding up?
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[It's a bit of a kick in the gut. Heather had always been fond of Mio, in all her sheltered glory.]
[... But she wasn't as close as Reid. Which is why her first response to the text is:]
are you gonna be okay?[Not 'Are you okay', because... yeah. He probably isn't.]
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