Description: Aislinn, knowing she has to leave, has a final request of Yurika...
This may be the first time that Yurika can remember ever being summoned to the Student Council room--at least the only time in recent memory that she's had a note in Aislinn's typeset-precise hand. It's as simple and as direct as Aislinn's communications always are. "Student Council Room. 6pm." That's all it says. Nothing personal about it at all. The sun is already setting when 6pm rolls around, Aislinn waiting in the room, framed in one of the windows, a dark shadow against the setting sun. No lights are on in the room, but in just a few moments, lights will be necessary, the sun going down at a rapid clip.
Silently, the NESTS agent waits, without a single movement other than the necessary movement of her body in order to breathe, as still as a statue in all other respects.
Yurika, of course, was rather suprised to get the request. It's never happened before, and yet she wasn't very worried. In fact she was very curious to what it would be about- It was too soon for and previous 'orders' to have been resolved.
The musician didn't mull on it long, she'd find out the truth soon enough and so she went about her usual business until the appointed time; the time in which she walks into the room, purely out of instinct slipping the lights on, and jumps a bit in suprise to see Aislinn there. She's in her usual attire, her light-blue uniform, several envelopes in hand, and of course her mysterious little smile despite the brief scare. "Miss Doyle.. You never do change, do you. It wouldn't hurt you to be a little less dramatic at least while you're on school grounds."
Her maryjanes clack as she walks then toward her desk, but doesn't take a seat. Her dark eyes never leave the student. "Would you like any tea before we begin?"
"No." The answer is just as expected, of course. Aislinn looks... well, she looks as she always does. Almost. There's something... almost sorrowful in her eyes. Almost scared. The ghost of a ghost... it's impossible to say for sure if there's anything really there under that glacial calm.
"You may wish for a cup of tea, however," she says, as she pushes off the wall she was leaning on, the window rattling slightly with the movement. Aislinn begins rearranging the room, pushing everything out of the center of the room, two desks at a time, until the room is cleared, only a small space left by the tea service.
Then she turns and walks to the middle of the cleared space, facing Yurika. "I'm leaving the school," she intones, evenly. That is... she's being recalled. She doesn't know why; she doesn't have clearance to find out about her own situation, which is probably smart of NESTS. But this is what it amounts to; an unavoidable, unignorable, undefiable order. Return to base, assignments canceled.
"Beginning immediately. I was wondering if you would... do me a favor."
"Oh my.. Well, if you say so.." Yurika replies. But it goes without saying, the girl loves her tea so it was actually a prediction anyone could have made! Not that she says that, she heads over to a large, wooden cabinet. Opening them to reveal a water cooler and, cups and plates withdrawn, she listens patiently to the other as she re-arranges the room in a curious manner. "Hmn I see. I had a feeling that would happen soon since some buzz had been stirring about Gedo."
Yurika turns around then, cup on saucer and her opposite hand lightly tapping her chin. "But somehow I feel that it isn't because of Gedo.. I'm not very good with good-byes but.. Hmn. Well before I go on with that please, what is it I can do for you?"
"I am not returning to Gedo," replies the Silent Assassin, softly. Really, she isn't any good at this either. What -does- she feel about Yurika? It's so hard to say... she isn't Yurika's peer, she isn't Yurika's friend exactly. But in some ways those are roles she has filled since she first met the musician. But... she made a request, or at least, the prelude to a request...
"It is a ninety-nine percent assurance that we will never meet again, Kirishima Yurika." Even if they did meet... who's to say that she'd recognize her? Aislinn well knows that a memory and personality wipe may in fact be on the menu. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried about it. But... there are things you can do and things you can't, and that's about the extent of it.
"My request is this: a final match." Something... something to remember her by. Maybe, someday, somewhere in her subconscious, if she is ever returned to Southtown... or maybe if her memories are used to pattern other soldiers... something will remain of her memories of Yurika in the engram patterns engraved by her fighting abilities...
With careful steps, Yurika heads to the tea table, setting her items down upon it. Her feelings for Aislinn? Well, Yurika had sworn to herself that she would never allow herself to have another friend. She since had considered Aislinn a companion of sorts. Apparently it's fine to give gifts to a companion on her book. The musicians gloved fingertips drum lightly on the table, her lips drawn inward for a moment.
Once they're drawn away and clapped togeather in front of her chest, Yurika gives a small nod. "That.. Is quite a high percentage, Aislinn Doyle," she replies. "Well, again, I had a feeling one day this time would come. I'm just suprised it's so soon. Perhaps it's my fault for not prying into your past but.. I felt I had no right to do that. This is a good test, in a way. I have a feeling this will be one of many farewells I will be experiencing during my chosen field of expertise."
Yurika chuckles lightly; and instead of her violin, she chooses to pick up three tuning forks instead. "It's foolish of me to request this but.. Aislinn, I know you have quite a bit of information on me. I need you to be honest with me, and tell me one thing before we fight.." She approaches the 'stages' center, not the slightest hint of being upset in her features but.. Perhaps nervous. ".. I was wondering if it would be used against me."
COMBATSYS: Yurika has started a fight here.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Aislinn has joined the fight here.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
COMBATSYS: Yurika takes no action.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
"I... cannot say whether it is or not." The lavender-haired girl regards Yurika for just a moment, tightening her hands into fists, leather creaking slightly. Those fists are brought up to her chin, her left leg pushed forward, right leg back, turning her left side towards Yurika. Ah... she can at least tell her the truth, can't she? No harm in that.
"I am not aware of any operations in effect against you or your goals." From either NESTS or Blackjack. But... she begins moving, slowly, or rather, deliberately, beginning a cross-step to her right, circling slowly.
"But," she advises, "I cannot guarantee that the gathered information will not be used against you at some time. You would be wise to be cautious, if you wish to achieve your goals efficiently. You do not have the manpower to defend yourself against the myriad or organizations that will oppose you."
Speaking of opposition... Aislinn suddenly launches an attack, closing with the opponent, snapping out a quick right knee to snap front kick combination.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn successfully hits Yurika with Medium Kick.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika's dark eyes widen just a bit, suprised by Aislinn's first answer at first. But, she's not left completely in the dark thankfully. Again, the Blackjack member offers very helpful advice.. Advice that will be kept to heart of course, she can't rely on her brother anymore for that kind of information. "I see.. Very well then, I'll be sure to remember that, thank you."
And so the match begins. It had been a little while since she had last fought Aislinn, the girl's probably improved since then. When the fight starts, there's a different kind of glint in those eyes of hers. In all these months she had taken fighting so.. Seriously. But she'd been learning, slowly, to relax, and have a bit of fun with it. But being too lax would certainly lead to a knee to the gut, Yurika letting out a huff of air from the strike, and the kick that follows sends her staggering to the side. But she's quick to regain her balance, and maybe even quicker to getting back at Aislinn. A spring in her steps, she seeks to leap up, barely grazing the ceiling so she can land on Aislinn's shoulders. If she can, then she'd use the momentum to flip off of her with enough force to send her crashing onto the floor.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn endures Yurika's Quick Throw.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Yurika
Honest truth, that's all Aislinn knows about anything planned at NESTS or Blackjack. The sad truth is, Yurika is just not a force to be reckoned with... -yet-. Her head tilts up as Yurika leaps, seeking to land on the Silent Assassin and use her as a springboard. And she's partially successful, as the landing is made... but Aislinn is already rolling with the impact--literally, shifting so that it isn't a straight-down impact... rolling into a back handspring and then lunging forward.
Her attack is simple, and direct, but perhaps not any less effective for that; her backward momentum is transferred, in an instant, to a forward momentum, in a low lunge that sees Aislinn trying to land a punch into Yurika's abdomen, her hand flaring with red-white lightning. It seems very little has materially changed about Aislinn's fighting style...
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Aislinn's Fierce Punch.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika is well aware she has a long way to go.. However it isn't a secret to Aislinn that she is always planning ahead, even if it may not be of siginifgance to anyone other than herself. Of course, because of her feelings she's made a few mistakes she's well aware of. But that isn't what's on her mind, her mind is on the match, and somehow becoming the victor.
Aislinn is quick on the return blow, Yurika just a step faster, her long tuning fork is unsheathed and with a quick swipe the metal meets the fist and redirects its momentum. The musician twirls in a complete circle, the second fork withdrawn that, once facing Aislinn again, she clashes togeather as she springs backward. The sound is pleasent as always, but the air in front of her distorts and twists, the musical energy looking to slam right against her opponent if she isn't quick.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Aislinn with Tragic Serenade.
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Aislinn 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Yurika
Just a step faster--that's Yurika. The last time they fought, Aislinn won in the eleventh hour, so to speak, battling Yurika within her own fighting space--being fast. This time... not so much. But even as that energy crashes into her... Aislinn is almost smiling. The corners of her lips are curving upwards...
What could it mean? Struck hard, however, Aislinn is forced to back off, taking a few steps back, nodding to Yurika. Someone she can truly respect as a rival and a fellow fighter. Like Aislinn, Yurika looks like not much... and like Aislinn, she's far more than she seems. Speaking of energy...
Aislinn's red electricity starts climbing her body, from the flooring, as she gathers that power for larer use. It may not affect the flow of the fight now, but it will, later... that's almost certain...
COMBATSYS: Aislinn gathers her will.
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Aislinn 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika has never really considered the prospect of a 'rival', herself. There are some people she considers a little more than opponents when she fights them, Aislinn being one of them. Having fought her has always been a rewarding experience, sort of like going toe to toe with a disciplined Marine. She's never find a suitable replacement when it came to fighting that style, she was sure of it.
Aislinn had backed off a bit, just as the musician had hoped; she was still feeling the sting of the first blow and yet she couldn't back off now. Twin forks in hand, the tips still vibrating, she comes at Aislinn with three strikes. The first upon the left shoulder and downward, the second the opposite arms elbow, and the final is a forceful thrust foward into the gut. In normal circumstances, the resonating sound would prove capable of weakening her opponents senses a bit.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Aislinn with Tragic Minuet.
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Aislinn 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Three strikes, all of them potent. Aislinn is sure she can withstand them, however--and while she does, it's only out of luck. The forward thrust, the last attack, slams in directly and forces the lavender-haired girl back; she wants to rub her stomach and yet she doesn't dare. She must never show weakness, not to any opponent. This is her code. Instead... instead, she acts. She lunges forward, closing the short distance between Yurika and herself easily--
--now it all depends on Yurika's reactions, as Aislinn's hands snap out for Yurika's shoulders. Of course, should she hit, she'll have to modify the technique but... that's relatively simple, for her, isn't it?
COMBATSYS: Yurika parries Aislinn's Momentum Overdrive!
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Aislinn 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Yurika
And with Yurika's eyes, there's no doubt that if Aislinn shows a bit of weakness, she will find some way to capitalize on it. It would seem for the time being she's left in the dark, but the small smile of hers doesn't display that feeling very well. Aislinns attack that follows, it really could be anything, but the moment her shoulders are snatched there's a chime, and she may realize there's a problem. What's grabbed isn't exactly a person, which is more apparent when the image blurrs and distorts into nothingness. Naturally Yurika is dropping down on her opponent from behind, "A little too soon for that," she murmurs not-so-helpfully, swinging her fork down to bean Aislinn right atop her head. She then pirouettes in a smooth, quick motion, to follow up with a chopping strike to Aislinn's chest, each blow proceeded by her distorted, musical energy.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn blocks Yurika's Tragic Hesitation EX.
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Aislinn 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Yurika
Her attack--her ultimate technique--denied. But that doesn't throw Aislinn off, as disappointing as it is; she recovers quickly. The combination of strikes is absorbed on the forearms, Aislinn shifting her arms to absorb each blow, cushioning them against the impacts of those blows. The last blow -does- drive her to her knees--but it's planned for.
In fact, it forms the basis of her next move--a bold, and perhaps ill-advised one. But she isn't fighting for an end here; she isn't out to destroy Yurika, or teach her any particular points. This fight--it's for... fun. Yes, for fun. A pure fight, the purest fight she's had in a long time.
Aislinn is in that crouch... and then she explodes out of it, into a somersault kick, her booted feet slicing up and back as she goes into a back somersault.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Aislinn's Medium Kick.
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Aislinn 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Yurika
Yurika, on the other hand, doesn't fully understand the purpose of the fight. She hasn't the slightest clue what Aislinn has to gain from it, but the most she can do is just give her best. So far it seems she has her opponent on the ropes, but even as she fends off the somersault kick, she knows that unless she's extremely careful, the tide could turn. The kick meets her crossed forks, not redirected but fended off this time, she forced to take a step back upon impact.
And then after that another chime rings. While Yurika closes the distance again, she crouches low and proceeds to spin in a circle, the distorted music again coming to life and forming a tornado of sorts as she leaps upward, hoping to drag Aislinn within and assault her with the rather unusual chi.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn dodges Yurika's Fatal Rondo.
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Aislinn 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Yurika
Oh, no, not this time. Aislinn -continues- her backflip, sensing that Yurika has something nasty planned; she flips once, twice, three times, to the edge of the circle of desks, and it's just enough to keep her out of the area that Yurika can affect. That storm of sonic energy is intense but thankfully brief; Aislinn isn't left idle too long, really. But she does intend to have her way with Yurika, or at least... to try.
Once again, she lunges in, after that brief storm of chi, but she's staying low this time--seeking to slidetackle Yurika's legs out from under her, again a simple technique. The glow of her chi sparks along the floor, as if she were kicking up a bow wave of power, energy overflowing from her body and expressing itself in this manner.
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Aislinn's Strong Kick.
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Aislinn 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Yurika
A slightly brighter smile touches Yurika's lips. A fine move on Aislinns part for sure. It seems to be a trade of chi for more chi, in which it dawns upon Yurika that she actually isn't sure what -kind- of chi makes a color like that. She doesn't want to find out the hard way, though, the barelling NESTS agent is close, but Yurika is able to athletically spring off the toes of her feet and cartwheel in the air over the woman. Now it's her turn to back off a little, the musician creating a bit of distance between the two- Though it isn't much even with the size of the room being what it is! Her gesture isn't subtle, however, as the instruments are tapped lightly, and then twirled between her fingers as if they were sai. The resonating sound is collected, instead of forced forward, eyes locked on her opponent still. "My only real regret.. Is that I never managed to get you into a dress. I always did want to see that just once." she murmurs, in a teasing tone.
COMBATSYS: Yurika gathers her will.
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Aislinn 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Yurika
Sliiiiiide! But she didn't hit. At the same time, she wasn't hurt either. Stopping her slide against the wall, she springs forward, tucking neatly to come back up within the makeshift fighting arena. "That," she comments, drily, "has a less than 0.001 percent chance of occuring, Kirishima Yurika." It's odd, maybe her tone even sounds a little teasing about the whole thing. Aislinn? In a dress? Never.
With Yurika gathering energy, Aislinn knows she has to do -something- to try and disrupt it; the musician is, simply, far too dangerous with her energies... She takes three steps forward--left, right, left--and thn plants her left leg.
All her momentum is put into her right fist, as she arcs it up, over, and down, hurling an all-out punch at Yurika's head, the kind of haymaker blow that promises pain... especially with her energy still sparking around it.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Aislinn's Fierce Punch.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Yurika
"I see.. I'm afraid you're correct only because of the circumstance.." Yurika replies, a light chuckle passing her lips. She's more than sure she'd be able to do it, even if in reality she may be wrong. She keeps her pace steady, Aislinn's next strike isn't difficult to see coming, though it doesn't make it any less dangerous.
The fist smashes into the tuning fork; or at least it seems like that's what happened, and her gentle redirection makes it seem that way. But she's stepped to the side while pushing the fist away with the humming instrument, and is quick to last back, that same arm swinging back and striking forth with a very quick smack to the back of the neck. It isn't very strong, but she's relying on her speed at the moment to limit her opponents options.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn blocks Yurika's Weapon Jab.
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Aislinn 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Yurika
"I am correct, that is the only thing that matters," she replies, even as she's offbalanced by Yurika's defense. It sure should seem like she's easy to put off balance, with the nature of that attack--but she plants her right foot, sliding it forward to bring her center of gravity low, thrusting her left forearm up to absorb that weak swing.
"You will need a stronger attack than that to defeat me," she says, matter of factly, as she throws her arm upwards to throw that weapon out of the way, drawing her legs back in and forcing her way back to a standing position... feinting an uppercut with her right hand.
But, the real attack is a hard front kick, her booted foot seeking Yurika's chin once more.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn successfully hits Yurika with Strong Kick.
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Aislinn 0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1 Yurika
"Hmn," Yurika ponders aloud. Somehow she doesn't seem too phased by the mention of her attack slowing her path to victory. ".. Is that so.."
Though Aislinn does prove her point in her own way. The foot hits her chin and hits it hard, the force of contact is enough to really send her back, the musician crashing into and against the desks, taking a couple of chairs with her. She cringes, holding her jaw and knows she's going to be feeling that one for a while. A light trickle of blood falls down the corner of her mouth, and she gets up with another chuckle, "I think I see where you're getting at.." she says.
Yurika brushes forward again, the chime of her forks filling the air again and she makes a swipe short of striking Aislinn. She continues to twirl and spin, and the blurred cyclone comes to life again, attempting to drag her into the piece that would assault her body.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn dodges Yurika's Tragic Lullaby.
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Aislinn 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Yurika
"In any contest, Yurika, the end result is all that matters," is Aislinn's sage advice, as she retracts her leg from the kick. "In debate, in battle. THe end result is what history records. All else is malleable." Like Aislinn's position, which is in fact malleable--changeable. She moves with Yurika, her partner in this intricate dance, staying just out of reach--not expanding the distance between the musician and herself.
But she will -contract- it, following the leading edge of that tornado of energy around a half-step and then simply stepping in with an attempt to shoulder Yurika down, yet another flash of her potent energies flaring out upon any potential impact.
"That is my final advice to you. The victor takes all."
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Aislinn's Medium Punch.
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Aislinn 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Yurika
"I understand," is Yurika's simple, but purposeful reply. It's said quite easily despite that fact that she actually doesn't stop spinning, even when Aislinn evades and counter-attacks. As if she could clearly see her opponent, her spinning makes it so that the elbow is actually just short of actually striking the musician and her weakening field. But in just an instant it's more intense; the dull distortion becomes its more familiar, colorful blurr of musical bars. She again hopes that she can pull Aislinn within, because she fully intends to springupward again and use the force of her music to batter and blast the girl skyward. "You'd think it'd be a more difficult answer for such a complicated goal."
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Aislinn with Fatal Rondo.
Glancing Blow
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Aislinn 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Yurika
Aislinn leaps back, but is caught in the tail end of that spinning blur of musical energy; it ravages her for the brief moment she's there, but its action actually throws her free early, to crash into a desk. "It is the only answer you need," she insists, as she rights herself.
"It is the world's answer. Win and you gain everything. Lose and you gain nothing." It is simple, direct, and to the point... and in as far as Aislinn is concerned, it's completely true. Now they've entered the end gae, both starting to be on their last legs...
Aislinn closes with Yurika, seeking to reach out and grab her by the head, her hands at Yurika's ears. The plan from there? A headbutt, singular and painful, for Yurika's forehead.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Aislinn's Brutal Hammer.
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Aislinn 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Yurika grunts slightly.. Aislinn is more evasive than the girl remembers. And the points are further explained.. And while the musician may not agree entirely with her opponent, it does make sense. Perhaps Yurika is too green to fully understand, but there's nothing.. Poetic about it. Nothing beautiful. Nothing at all like her music.
Yurika doesn't ponder it long, there's resistance when she's grasped, and she uses her gloved arm to lessen the blow at the last moment, it's a very nasty attack! She doesn't have much left, that; the girl can't hide. But there's still energy running through her body! Breaking away from the hold then, Yurika again raises her hand, and stands on one foot, suddenly rushing forward again to slam her tuning fork across the bridge of Aislinn's nose. The impact may be suprisingly fierce, but it's nothing compared to the trail of shaking energy behind her, which suddenly bursts forward to go right through Aisliin and dance about the outheld forks afterward.
COMBATSYS: Aislinn fails to counter Fatal Nocturne from Yurika with Heaven's Drive.
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COMBATSYS: Aislinn can no longer fight.
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And here, and now, Aislinn intends to illustrate her point---but Yurika just did, for her. Her hands up to try and catch Yurika's leading attack.. but she misjudges, and instead gets ripped up by the lunge and the attacks that come after it. She is tossed into the air, slamming against the ceiling... and then down onto the floor.
For a long moment, she's very still... and then she rises. Dusting herself off, she turns to look at Yurika, intensely, intently, her lavender eyes alive with emotion that just won't be expressed.
"Remember--in the end, victory is the only thing that matters." A pause. "Thank you, Kirishima Yurika. And... farewell." With that... suddenly... the lights cut out. And by the time Yurika can go turn them back on... Aislinn will have disappeared, not only from her sight, but from school records, as if she'd never existed...
It's a very close call, Yurika knows it, she really had to push herself in order to complete her technique perfectly. The girl leans forward, feeling a bit dizzy and at her limit.. But somehow she has managed to come out the victor. ".. I suppose. But are you sure you wouldn't like one last c-" And the lights go out.
Yurika is perplexed, she didn't sense anyone else about and she's quick to turn the lights back on.
And Aislinn is nowhere to be seen.
The musician gives another chuckle, a more exasperated one as she shakes her head and heads back to her teatable.. Her cups thankfully gone unbroken. "Honestly, that girl.." she murmurs as she pours herself a cup, but notices a second set of ripples forming within the brew.
Yurika swallows hard, her lips curled inward for a moment, and her then free hand raises to brush at her tear-stained cheeks. "Farewell, Aislinn."
Log created on 20:31:10 03/02/2008 by Aislinn, and last modified on 01:14:46 03/03/2008.