[ Siffrin had originally just been eating on his own when Lynne had joined them. they didn't have the heart to push her away, so the two of them were eating together, but Siffrin had been mostly quiet and focusing on his food until-- ]
Wait... are those lamps... moving on their own?
[ (Or maybe you're just hallucinating. It's very possible! ]
[Lynne says that as if it's the most normal thing ever. After the night she had before appearing in this murdergame, things moving on their own are no big deal to her!]
Uh...yeah. They do. Ghosts are the souls of a person after they die. But look on the bright side: maybe it's an animal's soul. Animals can be ghosts too, you know!
[Lynne frowns momentarily, putting the cutlery beside her plate away. She seems hesitant, like she's not sure she will be believed. After a moment, though, she sighs]
It isn't that hard to talk about, but I know this will sound weird. But also we're in this weird place and lots of weird things happend here, so maybe you're more openminded than most would be.
[......]
I had the wildest night before I got here. And during it...my dog died. But his ghost was still around, helping me. He was capable of instantly swapping objects around under specific conditions. You know what's funny? His talking sounded exactly like you imagine an excitable dog to sound like.
So...even though I know this possibly isn't the same source, when I look at things moving like this I think back to him. Hard to be spooked when I'm thinking about my dog.
[Even though Missile isn't here, just thinking about him is enough to get Lynne to feel like he is]
Well... maybe I'll believe that, too. That it's your dog.
[ that way, it's a little less scary? a dog that wants a piece of food off their human's plate is infinitely less scary than the ghost of some undead person with unresolved grudges. ]
...if you want to. I mean, after all that happened, I think it'd be reasonable for you all to be cautious, right?
[Even though Lynne looks back to normal, leaving aside the kemonomimi. She's here all feathery but doesn't seem to be on her way to become a phoenix monster again]
[ (You're not sure if you've ever seen a pomeranian, but...)
Siffrin smiles. ]
Well, I don't know what brown is, but... I do work with wood. If I can find some wood... then maybe I can try to make a little figure of him. It... might not look very similar but. I'll try.
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Wait... are those lamps... moving on their own?
[ (Or maybe you're just hallucinating. It's very possible! ]
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It might be a ghost.
[Lynne says that as if it's the most normal thing ever. After the night she had before appearing in this murdergame, things moving on their own are no big deal to her!]
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[ unlike Lynne, Siffrin freezes in terror, their expression pale. ]
You think there's ghosts here?!
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[You sure look pretty freaked out! Golly, Siffrin!]
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I mean... why doesn't it worry you? It means there's definitely more going on here, no?
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[Not really the issue here, Lynne, that ghosts exist should bring you pause.
And it does, really, because it makes her dearly hope there's no piece of the Temsik meteorite around here]
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[ isn't that rude of them?! ]
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[ yeah, no. even the thought alone makes him pale with anxiety. but they don’t want to make Lynne upset, so they try to change the subject. ]
But what could they be here for? Don’t they appear when… some sort of tragedy happened?
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[Lynne frowns momentarily, putting the cutlery beside her plate away. She seems hesitant, like she's not sure she will be believed. After a moment, though, she sighs]
It isn't that hard to talk about, but I know this will sound weird. But also we're in this weird place and lots of weird things happend here, so maybe you're more openminded than most would be.
[......]
I had the wildest night before I got here. And during it...my dog died. But his ghost was still around, helping me. He was capable of instantly swapping objects around under specific conditions. You know what's funny? His talking sounded exactly like you imagine an excitable dog to sound like.
It was comforting.
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[ especially since, as she said, they're in a far weirder situation. ]
Maye he didn't want to leave you alone just yet and decided to...throw you a bone. To help you out. Because that's what friends do, right?
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[Lynne smiles wistfully]
So...even though I know this possibly isn't the same source, when I look at things moving like this I think back to him. Hard to be spooked when I'm thinking about my dog.
[Even though Missile isn't here, just thinking about him is enough to get Lynne to feel like he is]
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[ that way, it's a little less scary? a dog that wants a piece of food off their human's plate is infinitely less scary than the ghost of some undead person with unresolved grudges. ]
What was his name?
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[Talking in present time because she's really not used to the thought he's gone...]
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[ As if on cue, the lights start to flicker. And while Siffrin does flinch, after a few seconds he laughs. ]
Maybe that’s him agreeing that it’s a pawfect name for him.
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[It doesn't take much to get Missile to like you but it still is nice]
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But eventually he goes to the jail, looking for a certain someone. ]
Lynne. [ Their voice is dull and tired, all the emotions snuffed out. ] Can I talk to you?
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[Even though Lynne looks back to normal, leaving aside the kemonomimi. She's here all feathery but doesn't seem to be on her way to become a phoenix monster again]
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[ Specifically not Lynne. Yuki is another story, but Lynne? No. ]
I… I want to try to help. Somehow. If you’ll let me.
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[Lynne admits that because she's well aware that, in her worst times, someone was always there to help her. She's not afraid to ask for help]
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[Unexpected question!]
S-Sure! Ever saw a pomeranian? Little things, short legs, really really fluffy. Nice light brown fur. The perfect picture of an excitable dog.
[God she misses him. He'd know what to do at a time like this]
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[ (You're not sure if you've ever seen a pomeranian, but...)
Siffrin smiles. ]
Well, I don't know what brown is, but... I do work with wood. If I can find some wood... then maybe I can try to make a little figure of him. It... might not look very similar but. I'll try.
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[Seeing everything monochrome sounds so weird, Siffrin, golly]
That's really sweet of you, you know.
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