byakkoyagirl | ✯ Sixth Session ✯ [Accidental Written?] Dated to Wednesday Afternoon

[During the afternoon, if one is to catch the journal feed they may notice what looks like a black splotch on the feed. If one looks long enough, they will notice that this splotch is growing slowly. Eventually it starts taking on this form:]

[As the splotch grows, the journal camera catches a young woman grumbling, while rubbing her head in frustration. That young woman being Paprika. ...At least it looks like she's grumbling. Because, no matter how much it appears that she's talking, no words come out of her mouth that can be even caught in the slightest by the journal. Meanwhile the inkblot stops as soon as she does. It doesn't seem she has noticed just yet that her journal is open.]

[ooc: Paprika is back from her kidnapping. Her experimentation side-effect is that her words are being translated into the journal as Rorschach Inkblots and none of her speech can be heard. She doesn't realize this and is under the illusion that nothing has happened to her. The blots can be interpreted in whatever way you want your character to see them as. I'll put what she's actually saying in brackets for convenience. Replies will be accompanied by images, so please specify in the subject line if you want it linked as a URL if your computer can't take image loading or if tinypic is blocked for some reason! Also this post is image heavy in the comments.]

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[She giggles (or at least looks that way) and puts her palms together and rest them against her head, tilting it sideways, while closing her eyes.]

[Frederic closes the journal and lays down on his bed, his eyes slowly closing as he begins to drift off into sleep. Once he is asleep, he'll wonder around in his dream (which appears to be Warsaw, Poland during his era) then sighs as he sits on a near by bench in a park.]

[Paprika will enter about ten minutes later, flying around as a fairy and looking for Chopin. Once she notices him she quietly creeps up by him, tiny wings flapping quickly as she does.]

[Frederic's eyes catch Paprika's form in a glance, then the man turns to see her with some surprise.]

A fairy? Oh, it's you Paprika.

[She flies around his head quickly once and changes back to her normal form, landing on Frederic's lap.

At least she's not very heavy?]

[When she lands in his lap, he blushes brightly and turns away.] P-Paprika...

Thanks for letting me drop in. [She replies with a chuckle and quickly gets off his lap.]

You can speak! [He looks rather surprised now.]

Well, if that annoying experimentation affected me in any other way, that probably wouldn't happen. Like how I appeared as myself, back when we were transformed into other people in January. [She says, quickly sitting down on the other side of the bench.] Sorry if I worried you in any way.

I'm so glad you're doing much better, Paprika. [He'll smile happily at her.] And it's all right, as long as you're doing better.

Well, I'm not 'better' better. Once I leave I'll still be affected like before.

[He decides the time is right and even if he's trembling a bit, he looks up at her.] Paprika, there's...something I must tell you before you leave.

Ah, what is it? [She turns her head to him, her expression curious.]

There's someone whom I... [He's trembling quite a bit now.] I apologize, I'm so nervous.

[She smiles a little.]

It's alright. Take your time, Frederic.

[He frowns and lowers his eyes.]

I feel so ashamed of myself, I'm not even certain I can say it.

You have nothing to be ashamed of. I wouldn't judge you harshly, Frederic.

I may have...what modern people call a "crush" on someone.

[She giggles.]

That's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural to have a crush on a person.

[He frowns.]

But this person, she is already taken by another.

That's okay too. No one can control who they like or fall in love with.

Are you certain? I do not know if it right though.

Do you think it's not right to feel that way, or right to pursue it?

It's a bit of both.

It's alright to feel that way about anyone, Frederic. Your emotions can't distinguish between someone who is taken and someone who isn't. Pursuing is different.