[Mia's already well aware the jellyfish can display their memories, already having witnessed Maya's-- but here she still is in the Jellyfish library, watching as many of the strangely recorded histories as she can. She can't avoid everyone entirely, but she has tried to visit with as few other people present as possible.
This time, when she's pretty sure she's mostly alone, she doesn't try to stop the projections of the jellyfish when they feed on something that's been pulling at her mind.
Now, Miss Fey, I'll take what's mine... the papers.
A voice that sounds like it's underwater plays from the shadowy figure before Mia's perspective. Well, it's less of a shadowy figure and more... obnoxiously purple, in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds of what is definitely a law office, down to the low-pill carpet.
I'm sorry, but I can't give you what I don't have.
The figure isn't pleased with the response Mia's memory gives. He frowns, then smiles again, gesturing past her.
Miss Fey, you are a poor liar. Why, I see it right over there... That must be "The Thinker" that swallowed those papers.
The 'camera' of the memory begins to pan around the room. A jump from the clock on her desk resembling the famous The Thinker statue, to the image of her assailant moving toward the clock-- then around the room again as Mia looks for a way out. "How could you know...?" She asks, but the figure is in the way of her path out of the office.
The figure makes a clicking sound with his tongue, and mimes a phone call with his hand, thumb and pinky as the speaker and receiver. Ho hoh. You are not cogniferous of my background? Gathering information is my business, you see.
I... I should have been more careful. Mia's words ring out through that bubbly, watery sounding filter of the passage of time, clear and apparent as the words she knows for sure she said-- words she still believes. The camera spins as her assailant approaches her, clock in hand.
Ho hoh. My dear Miss Fey... I am so very sorry. But I am afraid I must ask you for one more thing. Your eternal silence... Farewell, Miss Fey.
And then, like a TV cutting out short, the image is gone, and Mia is left there staring into the jellyfish as they float away. Her arms remain crossed and she doesn't move a limb or her face, but she does let out a long sigh.
It's not every day you get to relive your own death, especially not where curious teenagers can see it.]
action; backdated to the last week in Lyrabar also spoiler warning for Actual Dialog Pulled from AA
This time, when she's pretty sure she's mostly alone, she doesn't try to stop the projections of the jellyfish when they feed on something that's been pulling at her mind.
Now, Miss Fey, I'll take what's mine... the papers.
A voice that sounds like it's underwater plays from the shadowy figure before Mia's perspective. Well, it's less of a shadowy figure and more... obnoxiously purple, in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds of what is definitely a law office, down to the low-pill carpet.
I'm sorry, but I can't give you what I don't have.
The figure isn't pleased with the response Mia's memory gives. He frowns, then smiles again, gesturing past her.
Miss Fey, you are a poor liar. Why, I see it right over there... That must be "The Thinker" that swallowed those papers.
The 'camera' of the memory begins to pan around the room. A jump from the clock on her desk resembling the famous The Thinker statue, to the image of her assailant moving toward the clock-- then around the room again as Mia looks for a way out. "How could you know...?" She asks, but the figure is in the way of her path out of the office.
The figure makes a clicking sound with his tongue, and mimes a phone call with his hand, thumb and pinky as the speaker and receiver. Ho hoh. You are not cogniferous of my background? Gathering information is my business, you see.
I... I should have been more careful. Mia's words ring out through that bubbly, watery sounding filter of the passage of time, clear and apparent as the words she knows for sure she said-- words she still believes. The camera spins as her assailant approaches her, clock in hand.
Ho hoh. My dear Miss Fey... I am so very sorry. But I am afraid I must ask you for one more thing. Your eternal silence... Farewell, Miss Fey.
And then, like a TV cutting out short, the image is gone, and Mia is left there staring into the jellyfish as they float away. Her arms remain crossed and she doesn't move a limb or her face, but she does let out a long sigh.
It's not every day you get to relive your own death, especially not where curious teenagers can see it.]