[ There's a breath of laughter than escapes her at the sight of that outfit -- it makes sense now, the spell and the laughter that seems to link it. Laughing in the face of your fear. She'd feel a bit more relaxed, if the boggart hadn't changed tactics and decided to focus to her instead.
There's a crack, and a puff of smoke and, well. The girl that it turns into was probably pretty once -- but everything about her is wrong. It's not a subtle "off"ness either. Her skin is mottled and greying, like something dead and her uniform - the same as the one Miki had arrived in a few weeks ago -- is torn and covered in blood. Her eyes are blank, and it almost looks like parts of her are just rotting where they'd been cut, instead of healing.
When she turns and starts moving towards the two of them, everything about it is off. Her movements are stiff and jerky, limbs not moving how they should, like they've begun seizing in rigor mortis when the body refuses to actually stop. Still holding onto Emma's arm, Miki just... freezes. There's a shake that starts in her knees and makes its way up through her body in a slow swoop, until she starts sinking down as they give out on her. ]
[She can't say the sight doesn't disturb her, too, but more importantly than that—
As soon as she notices Miki sinking down like that, she bends slightly to put her hands on her shoulders, gently trying to guide her into a standing position.]
[ She's just shaking her head, going from a slow, disbelieving shake to something far more frantic. ]
It's not--she-- [ Leaving the school and the memories of it had been pushed to one side with everything that had happened at the University and at the Randall Corporation later. All the information they'd learned and difficulties they'd had to face had pushed that moment out of her head
-- seeing Kei, shambling towards the school, nothing like she'd been when Miki had last seen her. ]
I didn't stop her leaving and she--[ She hadn't noticed how depressed and desperate Kei had been, and hadn't been persuasive enough to stop her walking out into almost certain death. ]
[ it's taken me about a million years to think of how to actually write this she's so upsetti.
she just keeps her hands over her face for a moment, going quiet and then -- ]
--ddukulus.
[ it's pathetic sounding, and does nothing at all. but she's focusing herself again now. not on what's in front of her -- on good memories, sharing good days and memories with Kei before everything went wrong. memories of the school-live club and all the joy that had come after they'd found her, and saved her. ]
--Riddikulus! [ a little louder this time. ] Riddikulus!!
[ there's a crackle and the zombie stumbles and trips over her own feet, bursting into an explosion of over the top glittery powder when she hits the ground. it doesn't exactly draw a laugh from miki, but she does seem to slump a little in relief. ]
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There's a crack, and a puff of smoke and, well. The girl that it turns into was probably pretty once -- but everything about her is wrong. It's not a subtle "off"ness either. Her skin is mottled and greying, like something dead and her uniform - the same as the one Miki had arrived in a few weeks ago -- is torn and covered in blood. Her eyes are blank, and it almost looks like parts of her are just rotting where they'd been cut, instead of healing.
When she turns and starts moving towards the two of them, everything about it is off. Her movements are stiff and jerky, limbs not moving how they should, like they've begun seizing in rigor mortis when the body refuses to actually stop. Still holding onto Emma's arm, Miki just... freezes. There's a shake that starts in her knees and makes its way up through her body in a slow swoop, until she starts sinking down as they give out on her. ]
Kei--
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As soon as she notices Miki sinking down like that, she bends slightly to put her hands on her shoulders, gently trying to guide her into a standing position.]
...It's not real.
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It's not--she-- [ Leaving the school and the memories of it had been pushed to one side with everything that had happened at the University and at the Randall Corporation later. All the information they'd learned and difficulties they'd had to face had pushed that moment out of her head
-- seeing Kei, shambling towards the school, nothing like she'd been when Miki had last seen her. ]
I didn't stop her leaving and she--[ She hadn't noticed how depressed and desperate Kei had been, and hadn't been persuasive enough to stop her walking out into almost certain death. ]
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[Emma's grip on her shoulders tightens slightly, not enough to be painful - but enough to bring her back to what's real, she hopes.]
Look at me, okay? It isn't real. You can do this.
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It's not entirely clear whether she's apologising to Kei, or to Emma. But there's still time, that zombie isn't moving fast. ]
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[She moves her hands to Miki's arm, giving them what she hopes is an encouraging squeeze.]
You got this.
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she just keeps her hands over her face for a moment, going quiet and then -- ]
--ddukulus.
[ it's pathetic sounding, and does nothing at all. but she's focusing herself again now. not on what's in front of her -- on good memories, sharing good days and memories with Kei before everything went wrong. memories of the school-live club and all the joy that had come after they'd found her, and saved her. ]
--Riddikulus! [ a little louder this time. ] Riddikulus!!
[ there's a crackle and the zombie stumbles and trips over her own feet, bursting into an explosion of over the top glittery powder when she hits the ground. it doesn't exactly draw a laugh from miki, but she does seem to slump a little in relief. ]
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[It's soft, but supportive all the same. She watches to see what Miki will do next.]