[Accidental Video post]

[clockmaster]

[The camera turns on to show Irene, Hakuba's strange pet, looking up at something that's off screen. Just a piece of black clothing is seen near to Irene's little feet. The porvora blink and then looks back to the bed where Hakuba is sleeping on his stomach, death to the world.

The pink animal nods to whatever she's looking at and then goes near the bed and climbs it, sitting on Hakuba's back. He boy don't even notice the sudden weigh, Irene is trying to wake him up and making a sound like a 'chu chu', but nothing works. Frustrated, the porvora grabs and handful of blond hair and pulls it hard. Hakuba opens and eye with a yelp and it's going to protest when something caught his attention.

HOLY SHI...!!!

[A large black coffin and a gothic-dressed woman whit a big bow hiding her face comes to the view. The vid feed cuts off when Hakuba falls from the bed, still staring at Maria.]

Comments

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Not planning, trust me. Be quick.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

I don't plan on leaving her there longer than I have to.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Good.

...

It seems that she's just alright.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

She's coming home where she belongs.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that she missed you.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

. . . She's a corpse, Hakuba. She can't feel.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

But she reacts to you, doesn't she?

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

She only responds to my orders and my commands. The woman that inhabited that body is long gone.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

The Akumas killed her?

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

No. God did.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

[He's processing that information, and looking at the faceless woman.]

Sorry.

I will be sure that nothing happens to her until you arrive.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

You better hope for your sake.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Don't you dare to threat me on my own house, Cross.

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

Oh come off it.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Be quick. I don't want her here more than you do.