pc catchall for namine (whitewalls)

[foodbin]

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[whitewalls]

[ what

what the fuck ]

Um...?!

[ she has no idea what she just saw, and she isn't entirely sure if the confusion she's feeling is her own or the residue from the emotion of the vision. there's a period of silence after it's over, where the expression on her face is just

baffled ]

[foodbin]

[She pulls her hand away quickly, blinking as she does.]

Sorry, sorry! I didn't realize you don't like being touched.

[whitewalls]

No, I--

[ there's a pause as she clearly isn't sure what to say. ]

Did you see that?

[foodbin]

[She looks around, expression confused.]

See what?

[whitewalls]

I just... saw some sort of vision? With you in it.

[ there's a pause, because she both doesn't know how to say this and she's also confused as to

what she even just saw. ]

You were tied to a chair and someone else was singing?

[foodbin]

...What?

[She glances at the hand she placed on Naminé's shoulder a moment ago, eyes narrowing in confusion. The memory itself is put aside while she thinks about how this could have happened.]

That doesn't make any sense.

[whitewalls]

I don't know. It was... strange.

[ the memory itself and just the fact that she saw it at all ]

[foodbin]

I didn't mean to freak you out. You said it was...

[As she thinks back on it, the singing doesn't narrow it down much, but the tied to a chair part... Ah.]

Oh, no. Oh my god.

[whitewalls]

... do you know what it was?

[ it kind of seems like it, even if she's hoping that it was just some weird joke from the universe, like the get along shirt. ]

[foodbin]

Yes.

[uuuuugh]

You shouldn't have had to see that. Nobody should have had to see that.

[whitewalls]

What was going on? Who were those people who approached him?

[ emma was also very distressed, but naminé isn't sure how much she wants to explain. ]

[foodbin]

[There’s a pause, but after she hesitates:]

I don’t think you’re going to like the answer.

[whitewalls]

You don't have to tell me.

[ she's curious, since the memory was... intense....

but she also won't force her to give the details. ]

[foodbin]

You're probably better off.

[rip!!]

...I just hope it doesn't happen again.

[whitewalls]

[ that's fine she's just going to imagine the worst case scenario instead ]

I wonder what caused that...?

[foodbin]

[She pauses.]

...I can think of a way to test it out, but only if you're comfortable with that.

[whitewalls]

[ she nods her head ]

We can try.

[foodbin]

Put your hand on my arm, okay?

[whitewalls]

Okay.

[ there's a pause, and she'll set her hand on her. and just like before, another vision (10:41 to 13:43) will start to play. ]

[foodbin]

[There's a lot to unpack there, but as she pulls away... A few moments pass, and then:]

Well, first off, you're not a witch.

[whitewalls]

... thanks.

[ she shifts awkwardly. ]

I suppose now we know how it happens.

[foodbin]

[it feels a little unfair to be openly curious when she just refused to talk about her own, so:]

We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[whitewalls]

[ she just shakes her head. ]

... that is how my power works. I mentioned it to you before, right? The memory thing.

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

You mentioned it had to do with memories and that people thought it was useful.

[whitewalls]

Mm. That's why.

[ she sighs ]

But don't worry, everything is okay now. That problem was solved.