New Avalon

[CalamityJade]

Crys slowly floats out of her hand and floats away deeper into the ally. There's a light blue flash and;...huh. It's her. 'She' is a little shorter than T, and was wearing the dress she'd been looking at in the window. ~There...though I think I got a couple of things off.~

[yamikuronue]

T looks away, her brain overflowing with emotion. A jumbled bunch of sentences overlay themselves as she fights for composure: he can just about make out ~I'm not that pretty~ and ~I don't deserve that dress~ as well as phrases like ~filthy street rat~ and ~nobody would take you seriously~.

She manages to shove a lid on it pretty quick, though, shaking her head. "Can you do something plainer?" she asks out loud, voice hoarse.

[CalamityJade]

~Um...sure.~ The dress shifts to something a bit more mundane. A blouse with long sleeves and a skirt. ~You know...I'm pretty sure I can only work with what you know about yourself...well, that and images I've seen. Why do you think about yourself like that?~

[yamikuronue]

~...Like what?~

[CalamityJade]

~That you do not deserve a dress. You should be able to wear whatever you want.~ the imagine does a quick turn and gives something of a stern look that was very at home on T's face. ~And I don't see how you could not be taken seriously for it.~

[yamikuronue]

T shivers. "Drop it," she says, darkly.

[CalamityJade]

~The....dress?~ Crys seemed unsure what to do, and seemed...confused. It was reacting to T in the same way she seemed to react to him, but she was worse for it.

[yamikuronue]

"The subject." She looks away, uncomfortable, the suppressed thoughts and feelings becoming more of a dull roar, like a crowd talking in the next room.

[CalamityJade]

~...alright, but I don't mind hearin about it. We're kinda in this together.~  There was a slight thoughts of...supportive. I mean, she helped him, managed to help those spirits, and might be closing in on who knew about her father. Didn't really fit with 'street rat'

[yamikuronue]

A flash: bodies, pressed close together, the feeling of being trapped in the darkness, pinned, unable to escape.

T comes to herself again gasping for breath, kneeling on the sidewalk, one hand on her chest. Firmly, she shoves everything away, refusing to think about it, to look at it, to feel it.

[CalamityJade]

~Gah!~ That was...a LOT of emotion. There was now a hint of confusion and...wanting to understand? ~What the hell? Where did all of that come from?~

[yamikuronue]

"Nothing," she growls. "I'm over it."

[CalamityJade]

~You're...that was not from anything I was present for...so I don't think that means you're over it.~

[yamikuronue]

"It's over. I'm over it. It's done." She staggers to her feet, struggling to breathe deeply.

[CalamityJade]

~...I don't believe that, but now's probably not the time.~