Hendel Layton; "Snakes and Ladders"/"Snake" (
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laytondressing2012-05-15 08:22 pm
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[Hendel's sitting on a chair in the lobby, the perfect picture of calm. Anyone passing by, though, is going to feel distinctly not calm. There's a solution to that, though - along with the sudden onset of anxiety, there's the feeling that spending some time with Hendel here is exactly what they need to calm themselves down.
Someone really shouldn't be allowed mood-altering powers.]
Someone really shouldn't be allowed mood-altering powers.]
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Hello, Clara.
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Hello there, Mistress Layton.
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[Reaches for her.]
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[Nuzzles against her hand then teleports four feet backwards.]
...Huh?
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Come here again, my dear.
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[Scoots over once more, no touchy this time.]
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[She sighs, easing off on her empathy projection slightly.]
Of all the powers this place could have gifted you with, my dear...
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But it's not like I asked for it...
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Claren--
...Claire?
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What? Oh, yes. Hello...
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...whatever's the matter?
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I...n-nothing...
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Really, my dear? You seem... anxious.
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I am...
[She pulls her arms up to her more helpless, even though she is surprised that her powers are not fading, or even feeling the slightest bit strong. They are still right where they are.]
[Now she looks like she's going to cry.] I-I don't...I...
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Can I help?
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[Her eyes water as she begins fidgeting, and looking around as if she wants to walk off somewhere.]
I don't know...I...I just...
[She sits down on the floor, helpless and anxious, suddenly remembering all of Claire's memories, and the ones to be anxious about.]
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Tell me what's the matter, my dear Claire.
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...where's Hershel? I need...I need s-something. Oh god...
[Tears roll down her face as she thinks "wait, who am I again?"]
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[Smile widening, she reaches forward to wipe the tears from her cheeks.]
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