[voice post] A time for childish things

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It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.

It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]

Who? Who is doing this? Why? Why? [now a softer, plushier fur is brushed against the communicator]

Did she leave this on purpose? I hope.

[ooc: The Master has come to find Yorda's stuffed bear as seen in the picture here.]

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[Voice]

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I was walking around. I don't remember.

It's familiar.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

[she sighs] You don't remember anything?

[Voice]

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

Just walking. And I smelled something that choked the air out of me.

And there was this thing on the ground.

A road in town, somewhere, maybe. I honestly don't know.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

...I guess the where doesn't matter. Not when they can tear a whole anywhere in this damn castle.

[Voice]

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Holes.

More than the castle. More than just places. People.

[Voice]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

...I know that more than most. And if they try it on Yorda... [she trails off, the implicated promise more than threatening enough]

[Voice]

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[wasn't exactly what Master was talking about, but now he realizes what she meant]

If they try it, there'll be pain.