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[closed] there has got to be a better solution than this
Sakura stared at the Atori Teahouse, wishing she had the ability to do more than a mental frown. Well, she did, it'd just send Marco spiraling into another panic attack, which would send her into her own version of a panic attack, which would be even less okay than it was earlier with some of his friends (partners, teammates) in attendance.
Her general consensus was that this sucked, and she was highly displeased with the situation. The things she was used to doing with a thought were balked by her own check on reaching out and directing herself -- hisself -- to do anything, leading to many abortive attempts to do met with sudden stops of wait, I can't.
Look up to the roofline, she asked, frustration coloring her mental voice. Then scan right. If I'm where I last was, I should be inside.
The reason for why she asked him to check the area was also there, less coherently thought-out. She didn't plan to explain unless he asked. He could choose to sift through her general unease and discomfort in the meantime.
Her general consensus was that this sucked, and she was highly displeased with the situation. The things she was used to doing with a thought were balked by her own check on reaching out and directing herself -- hisself -- to do anything, leading to many abortive attempts to do met with sudden stops of wait, I can't.
Look up to the roofline, she asked, frustration coloring her mental voice. Then scan right. If I'm where I last was, I should be inside.
The reason for why she asked him to check the area was also there, less coherently thought-out. She didn't plan to explain unless he asked. He could choose to sift through her general unease and discomfort in the meantime.
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< Sakura, do you have any clothes that are gold and shiny? > Ax asked, half-flying and half-hopping between the windows. Fortunately, his seagull eyes were meant to see through water, so the reflections in the window glass didn't present a particular problem in his investigation.
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Why?
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Flower petals, actually, and goodness knows how she got them.
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He trotted into the bathroom, sniffing around so that he could pick up that flowery scent. Walking back out again to where Cassie was, he could tell that she was right - the smell just stopped.
<And who says they'd have to gain anything from it? Some of the people on this ship are nuts. For all we know, all of this is just for someone's kicks.> Marco said, answering Cassie's earlier question.
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< Did you find anything? > she asked anxiously as she watched Marco come back out of the bathroom, trying to pick up the scent that she'd been unable to follow.
Cassie was silent for a moment as she considered Marco's response. < I... I can't believe that anyone would do something like this so carelessly. > In this case "can't" and "don't want to" where synonymous. < This... seems so cruel. There must be a reason for it. We just need to find out what it is and then maybe we can figure out how to put things right again. > She hoped at least. Cassie couldn't bring herself to put her fears into words as though if she kept quiet about them then they wouldn't come to pass.
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< Brainiac 5's mother is still running about undetected aboard this ship, > Ax said. < From what I understand, cruelty is something of a hobby of hers. I am not sure how or why she would have transferred Sakura's mind to Marco's body, but it might be well within her capabilities. >
He cocked his head, peering through another window. < I haven't found anything yet. >