[After being appropriately shamed on Sunday for being a rude little jackoff, Lio has pretty much avoided Luna - probably best to stay out of her way for a while. He's not quite sure how to approach getting off on a bad foot with what seems like a perfectly nice person, and apologies are . . . about as hard as pulling teeth. Which he's never done before. Because he's a Burnish. hm. Eventually, sometime on Monday, he'll try and find her wherever she is, approaching in the way a Man on a Mission does.]
[It takes her a moment to notice him, tucked away into a corner of the conservatory. But once he catches her eye, Luna immediately flinches, taking a couple steps away and nearly walking into one of the chairs nearby].
[It actually feels a little Bad that he's now entering rooms and people are immediately dodging out of his way? He realizes that he's spent a lot of the past weekend yelling at people to stay the fuck out of his way, but. He really did only mean specific people. He stops in his tracks, hands raised slightly in the air.]
[He's giving Luna some space after . . . all of that happened. Taking some time to talk to a few others, maybe change out of the bloody clothes. Gather a little bit of food to carry around, just in case he runs into it. Eventually he does, in the gardens. Moving to come sit next to her - offering a packaged snack food. Maybe a Twinkie.]
[She's seated on one of the garden benches, looking off at one of the bird baths. While it looks like she's cleaned all the blood off her skin and face, her dress, once a delicate mauve color, is now stained with brown and black and red, her hair in disarray with long strands of wavy red dangling around her face.
She'll give Lio a weak smile when she sees him approach.]
It's okay. I... can't say I have much of an appetite right now.
[It's an understatement, considering she hasn't been at any of the meals today. Still, she'll take the plastic packaging from him, settling it her hands but not bothering to open it.]
...Thank you, Lio. I appreciate all you did today.
[Hey, guess who is exactly where you found her yesterday!
Except whenever Lio does come to the garden, Luna is collapsed on her knees on a more secluded part of the path, her hands clutched to her face as she brokenly weeps.]
[Well! Yeah. I mean. Same. On the inside though. When he spots her, he's hurrying over, but he doesn't say anything. He just moves to kneel next to her, reaching a hand to touch her shoulder.
If she needs to cry, then she needs to cry. There's nothing wrong with that.]
[Sometimes you just gotta let your eyes leak it's fine
Now that Lio's closer, he can notice something... odd. An unnatural sound in her voice whenever she chokes for breath, like the echoing sound of a nail being scraped across a can.
But his touch doesn't go unnoticed. She starts, slowly straightening herself up, trying to press her palms against her eyes in a failed effort to regain her composure.]
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
[Luna completely vanishes once Hunter and 45 make it back into the house. Weird. But by the afternoon, she can be found up in the infirmary, carefully rummaging through supplies as though this is the first time she's had a chance to take a good, long look at what they'd been provided.
Her notebook lies open on the bed as she works. It looks like it's a list of... names?]
[What up, Luna. Girl where you at. Lio is . . . where he normally is, by the Library fire, just staring into it again. Maybe avoiding people a bit? It's been A Lot this week already. But if Luna is at the entrance, he'll actually turn.]
[She'll nod quietly, being very cautious of her outfit as she crosses the room to sit down next to him. She has a blanket folded against her arms, but... it looks different? Bulkier, almost, and definitely not one of the ones from the other parts of the house.]
I'm glad I found you. I, um... I was able to get something that I thought might help you.
[She is in the infirmary! The door will be closed while she works on poor Zenitsu's arm, but after that she's just going back through the stock of what had been taken, the somber look on her face about the norm for a Saturday.
Unlike last time, she'll actually be listening for people coming in. So when she sees that flash of green in her peripheral, she'll turn, giving Lio a tired smile.]
I was wondering if you would look for me. I'm sure you have some questions.
[Well, presumably some time after they've managed to stabilize Galo and get him comfortable somewhere, and only after Lio feels comfortable leaving his side for more than 30 seconds at a time, he's coming to track down Luna wherever she is.
He did just kill a man, then turn into a dragon, and then was killed himself, but . . . he still smiles when he sees her.]
[She's in the infirmary, surprising literally no one!!! She's just cleaning up all 90009450495 tools she just used for fixing up poor Galo and his glass confetti adventure.]
...You're welcome.
I... I-I'm just glad you're both still alive. I thought... I really thought that was the last I would ever see of both of you.
[Well, he's been a little busy playing Nurse (badly) to Galo, and then getting distracted being a dragon furry AGAIN - scalie . . . ? - but he realizes he hasn't seen Luna around for a while now. He checks all the usual places before finally coming to her room, knocking on the door.]
[There's a pause, followed by the muffled, rumbling sounds of the furniture being jostled around in the back of the room. Someone approaches the door, but doesn't open it.]
...Who is it? [The voice is Luna's, though it's tired and rattled.]
[Well, the robot appears significantly less dead today! But she's had something on her mind for... a while... and after all the shenanigans at trial, the execution, seeing and talking to people over the beginning of the week and seeing what the ghosts had left out...
well yeah hi she's coming to talk
She'll try not to be too quiet in approaching Lio, at least. She knows that she's going to be startling like this, regardless.]
[He's only mildly startled - honestly he doesn't want to freak her out by reacting to her appearance. He knows she's sensitive about it right now. But she's still Luna :(]
[After Akechi's giant ass meeting where we all talked about everything, Luna slips away as she so often tends to do. At the very least, though, if one is to go looking for her, she's not hard to find - a quick peek in the lounge will see her curled up on the couch in this little number, appearing to be asleep.]
W0 - MONDAY
I wanted to speak with you.
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this will end well surely
...Hello, Lio.
I... u-um...
...
I owe you an apology. For yesterday.
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I'm not going to hurt you.
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WEEK 1 - POST INVEST + . . . WHATEVER HAPPENED WITH ASCH
You should eat something.
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She'll give Lio a weak smile when she sees him approach.]
It's okay. I... can't say I have much of an appetite right now.
[It's an understatement, considering she hasn't been at any of the meals today. Still, she'll take the plastic packaging from him, settling it her hands but not bothering to open it.]
...Thank you, Lio. I appreciate all you did today.
W1, - saturday post-trial
Except whenever Lio does come to the garden, Luna is collapsed on her knees on a more secluded part of the path, her hands clutched to her face as she brokenly weeps.]
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If she needs to cry, then she needs to cry. There's nothing wrong with that.]
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Now that Lio's closer, he can notice something... odd. An unnatural sound in her voice whenever she chokes for breath, like the echoing sound of a nail being scraped across a can.
But his touch doesn't go unnoticed. She starts, slowly straightening herself up, trying to press her palms against her eyes in a failed effort to regain her composure.]
I-I'm sorry... I...
G-give me a minute, please...
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WEEK TWO - POST BODY (1/3)
A creeping dread grabs at your bones. You know what's coming. You fear it. You can feel the sparks on the edges of your mind, like the grinding of metal on stone. It doesn't hurt. But it doesn't belong. It's hard to think. It's hard to breathe.
And then the names are read.
And everything goes R̴̢̡̗̥̖͉͙͚͎̲̦̒̓͛̍͐́͗̒̄̉͠Ȩ̷̧̫̪͚͕͉̲͖̣͕͙͒̍ͅD̷̨̧̘͕̭̱̣̻̙̪̗̞̗̈́̅̈͑́͝
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and then, just as suddenly as it starts
it stops
with a cold, harsh snap
and you are alone.]
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WEEK 2 - SUNDAY - POST EXECUTION
Her notebook lies open on the bed as she works. It looks like it's a list of... names?]
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Lio is . . . very quiet normally, and he's certainly not different now, so just. Taking a lil peeskie.]
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WEEK 3 - TUESDAY - MEM SHARE
. . . You can come in.
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I'm glad I found you. I, um... I was able to get something that I thought might help you.
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I'M SO GLAD YOU DIDN'T DROP THIS THREAD I WOULD HAVE CRIED
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WEEK 3 - POST TRIAL
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Unlike last time, she'll actually be listening for people coming in. So when she sees that flash of green in her peripheral, she'll turn, giving Lio a tired smile.]
I was wondering if you would look for me. I'm sure you have some questions.
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WEEK 4 - POST EXECUTION
He did just kill a man, then turn into a dragon, and then was killed himself, but . . . he still smiles when he sees her.]
Thank you.
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...You're welcome.
I... I-I'm just glad you're both still alive. I thought... I really thought that was the last I would ever see of both of you.
[No offense to Galo, because he did his best!!!]
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WEEK 5 - TUESDAY
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...Who is it? [The voice is Luna's, though it's tired and rattled.]
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WEEK 5 - THURSDAY
well yeah hi she's coming to talk
She'll try not to be too quiet in approaching Lio, at least. She knows that she's going to be startling like this, regardless.]
Lio? Can I ask you something?
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Of course.
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WEEK FIVE - SUNDAY
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Luna . . . ?
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