bamfsecretary | 6th book; up a creek without a boat or paddle {video/action} (dated to the 10th)

{So, how bout those hideous weather conditions? Pretty bad time to be at the beach, don't you think?}

{Isn't it a pity that Nanao's house is literally just next to the beach... And the feed shows her staring despondently at the waves lapping at the top of the hastily-erected sandbag wall in front of her porch. A baby Absol is curled on her lap, whimpering unhappily.}

I suppose that even I know when it is more prudent to retreat than to keep fighting.

{Wheeling back inside, it seems that most of the movable furniture has been taken upstairs, but the upright piano sits defiantly in the middle of a bare room. Too big to be taken upstairs, and too unwieldy to really be moved, there is little chance of it surviving the flood. The light flickers overhead.}

I would really appreciate a hand in leaving, given that I'm stuck in a wheelchair, and my lone Water-type is too young-- {A massive crash of lightning rattles the windows, and the light finally gives up the ghost and dies, leaving the room dark.} ...well.

Help would be wonderful, the sooner the better.

{OOC: She'll be replying to video tags ICly an hour later, but action tags would be absolutely fabulous c:}

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[He shifts, trying to get comfortable against the wall, and glances at her curiously. And he is curious, very much so, but...he also knows about having secrets. He shrugs, looking back out at the moving shadows in the darkened lobby.]

You don't have to tell me. But if you want to, I'll listen.

[Heather had done something similar for him, back when he'd been sick and dealing with memories of his own death.]

{She looks over at his feet, not fully willing to meet his gaze yet. There's so much to tell, and she's never told anyone about it - although she has dropped a few hints to Heather, she's never faced anything like this before.}

{It really is a measure of the trust she has in him that she actually begins to speak at all.}

I... drowned. I think I've told you that before, but it doesn't... quite end there. It was a murder - I was murdered.

[And it's a measure of how much he cares about her that he's asking in the first place. With the other homunculi, he either already knew or avoided the topic save to joke about it. He tenses briefly in surprise when she says she was murdered, and after a long moment of hesitation lifts his hand to put it on her shoulder.]

[There's an awkward unsurety to his grip, the way there always is when he's trying to give comfort, but there's also something possessive about it. Someone hurt his sister, and he doesn't like it. He'd go back in time to kill whoever it was if he could.]

Why? [He breathes the question without really thinking about it, some of that possessive protectiveness showing up in his voice too.]

{She shudders under that grip, and she has to force herself to not push him away, to not try and run. She isn't a coward, she isn't, she isn't. It's Envy beside her, not him, Envy would never hurt her, he wouldn't dare.}

{Breathe. Breathing is good.}

He was jealous. Jealous and angry and more than a little touched in the head. So he took it out on my mother and my sisters and me. Thought in some twisted way that he was doing the world a favour by slitting our throats and dumping us in the river to die. {She's started to cry, heavy, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It had been brutal, it had been painful, and she'd tried so hard so very hard to forget.}

6th book; up a creek without a boat or paddle {video/action} (dated to the 10th)

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[Action] bb Nanao ;o;

[Action] so many threads with feels ;o;