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[personal profile] burner4ccount 2025-08-25 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop shifting. It's confusing.

[He may not have the world's greatest mystery-solving chops (only partially because I, Fyre, am sitting on him), but Elan is at least very fast at connecting a lot of separate dots. It's the bunny ears that threw him off initially, and it's been a while since he last ran into a Rorschach test.

Still: belongs in Amethyst dorm. Something familiar about the silhouette. A scarf. (The silhouettes that are always gossiping; the silhouettes that announced the weekend incidents; the Extras that twitter endlessly around them; the forum that seems too intelligent sometimes. Are they the same?)

The voice clinches it, luckily. He shoots to his feet and approaches the shadow, both curious and conflicted.]

You're one of us. [...] Lavi?
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[personal profile] burner4ccount 2025-08-25 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Glancing up at the rabbit ears. Well, if this is going to be a permanent feature then -- he obeys an impulse and reaches out to prod the surface they're on. A shadow is a shadow, but none of the shadows here are ordinary, apparently.]

And you know who I am.

[He's pretty certain now: this is some form of Lavi or some facsimile. He's not particularly a believer in ghosts or anything else adjacent, but this castle has a way of doing its own thing. Death is neither real nor fake, but a secret third and worse thing.

How should he treat this? There's a bit of a silence as Elan ponders.]

I think you must be Lavi, or an echo of him. You were a member of this dorm, and my secret-keeper. The name is harder to remember now, but I won't forget it.
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[personal profile] burner4ccount 2025-08-25 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'll poke again, just to see if that was a fluke, but lower his hand after. Most of the other shadows don't slow down enough or approach enough to figure anything out, so this is a chance as much as it is a bombshell.

Meanwhile, this really is one very excited shadow. At least he's energetic...]

I took notes. But I think it's because of the secrets.

[And also he isn't trying that hard to remember the other guy right at this moment. A long breath, and he leans against the wall by the shadow or wherever it's projected -- he still hasn't really digested the weekend, and there's still too much before that unsettled within him.

A few moments of simplicity, though, are welcome.

After a small silence, he speaks up again.]

Your memory. Do you know what happened to it?