“How do you find Dwight, then?” Lillian chuckled.
“I’ve a right mind to replace my blade with a comb and give Dwight what-for,” Chizu chuckled, albeit darkly. “If he and Kokuo were in the same room as me I’m not sure what I would do. Wouldn’t help that they would likely get along famously, from what I have gathered about Dwight. Lose my sanity, I suppose.”
Ooooooh it still hurts
“…what happened with that photograph, by the way?” Rokuro asked slowly, only him and her in the hallway.
“Oh, it was destroyed in the Loch,” Lillian sighed. “I ran what you said past Kaemon though. I don’t know if he’ll make a new print-out of his memory or not yet. If he was really concerned he’d have someone help him work the new RMDs to do it right away, I’d imagine.”
“Maybe he’s not as concerned as he seems, then,” Rokuro said, an out-of-place bite of bitterness in his tone.
RIGHT IN THE FEELINGS
In compensation I offer this from another old chapter:
“That’s such a stupid excuse to not tell me,” Lillian groaned. “And even if you do forget you must remember something.”
“Like what?”
“Like…what colour was your hair?”
“Pink.”
“I’m being serious, what colour was it?”
”Majestic mountain violet.”
Vayu flung the tarp off of the vehicle, sending one of the Beacons who had been perched on top sailing through the air. Sure enough, it was indeed the Rolls-Royce—their infamous West Side escape vehicle from another fiasco of a long-done day.
“You can’t take that! It’s being kept here for someone!” one of the Beacons insisted as Vayu opened the driver’s side door, Lillian getting in on the other side.
“I know the guy, it’s fine,” said Vayu.
“How do we know that you know him?!” the Beacon screeched. “You’re lying, get out!”
“HEY,” Vayu roared, after hurriedly rotating the crank handle to roll the window down, sticking her head out at the Beacon. “DID YOU SEE THE SWORDS?”
The Beacon nodded sheepishly and took a step back.
“That’s what I thought,” Vayu huffed, rolling the window back up with a few clumsy arm motions.
“I thought you couldn’t drive,” Lillian said. “I can take the wheel, I can drive down a straight passage I think.”
“Never said I couldn’t drive,” Vayu replied, searching the vehicle for the keys now.
“You didn’t say anything at all, actually,” Lillian mumbled. “…here!”
Lillian found the keys under her seat and tossed them to Vayu, who turned them in the ignition and began to shift the gear.
“Alright, we’re heading out!” Vayu called to the Beacons outside (after rolling down the window again). “Be safe, get all the Weepies inside when you can and—”
Vayu had hit the pedal too hard, and had shot the vehicle backwards, crashing it into a lightpost outside the Asylum. The tall metal rod toppled over and fell onto the ground as Vayu slowly turned her head down to the gearboard.
“…it’s in reverse,” Lillian muttered.
Vayu hastily shifted the car into proper gear and slowly rolled back over to the Beacon group, who had watched the damage with dumbfounded expressions.
“Yep. So. Weepies…get them inside,” Vayu said, slowly chugging the car towards the passage while rolling up the window at the same time. “Do it. Yes. Good.”
Vayu stop
Incoherent rambling.
First and foremost, I have to talk about the very obvious “feminist agenda” feel of the story. Someone pointed this out to me once, and I saw it as neither a good or bad thing, but just a “thing” that certainly existed with no actual consequence.
Except they can’t be because … Vayu’s kind of HAD her last words … Oh God all of your characters being dead is so confusing.
Well yes that was part of the joke.
But I think you’d agree that it would be any living person’s last words to tell Lillian to take the wheel.
“Damnit no!” Vayu cried, releasing the wheel and the gas before opening her door.
“What are you doing?!” Lillian cried.
“Unsticking us—take the wheel!” Vayu commanded.
Famous last words.
Please god do this I’m crying laughing.
I did a Lillian x Rokuro fic and OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
With commentary in parentheses.
Please read this.
Just.
Please.
