Fandom Post Office; Monday [ 08/20 ]

A very significant part of Setsuna woke up that morning not ever wanting to leave her room. Most of it had to do with the realization and horror at what she'd done that weekend, but a still significant part of it was from sheer physical inability. It was the waking up with a sudden inability to move without pain that made it click in Setsuna's head exactly what had happened.

For the most part, it seemed, she was back to normal. Probably went back to normal sometime yesterday, didn't realize it, and now her body was paying for attempting to do...something that was beyond her abilities without the increased power.

...How exactly had all that happened? Trying to puzzle it out and figuring she should talk to Lucifer, she realized that she'd skirted out of all her employment responsibilities last weekend. She...really shouldn't skirt out of another one...

And she was late; oh, God, so late, and too tired to fly in. Not enough time to dye her hair, dig out her contacts, but after parading about like this all weekend, what would even be the point!

It was a good thing that once Setsuna did get to the post office, she had nothing but time. To think. To ponder. To ~~emo~~ commiserate.

The Post Office is open.

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Or at least, try. She's decided that she'll simply duck behind the counter and possibly pretend she doesn't exist if anyone starts coming in.

John popped in to see if a package had arrived for him.

Setsuna's flight response kicked in a little, her shoulders tightening, but then, seeing that it was John, she stayed put, settling a gaze on him that showed that she wasn't exactly up to being disturbed toward. Her hands went to her head, holding down her hanging white hair. "If you say a word," she said, "you'll regret it."

The last thing she needed was for John to pull out a new Werechicken on her about the albinism.

"Dude. What happened? You hurt? Need the clinic?" She looked flighty and tense. The hell happened to her?

"I'm fine!" Setsuna snapped quickly, hands, still firmly in place. "I just...I didn't have time this morning to do the dye, and I..."

John probably didn't know about how she'd been acting all weekend, so she figured it was better not to say anything to suggest that anything had happened. Especially since the demon thing was a sensitive subject with John, considering...

She dropped her hands, shoulders straightening. "I thought the change would be nice," she tried to say loftily, but saying it was a huge stretch.

"Something happened. You get in a fight? There anything left of the other guy for me to pummel?" he said, his hands going into fists automatically. He took a few steps closer. "It's different. I'm used to the black."

"I know," Setsuna said, surprised by the sudden snap in her voice. "Everyone's used to the black. I've had to use that awful dye since the moment I even had hair. Worked well and good when I needed to fit in for spywork, but I'm barely doing spywork anymore, so why the hell should I keep dying it like I'm hiding something?"

"Well, you could always experiment with other colors. A nice blue or green, maybe. I'd say tie-dye but that sounds like work, and it'll just look a mess. Hrm. Grow a Fu-Manchu mustache and start working on your sage elder on a mountain person, Sensei?" The bow wasn't entirely sarcastic, mostly just to cheer her up. And if he happened to ask for more advice about chi and see if she was spar-able later on....

And exactly when had that ever worked?

"John, I'm serious. This is not the time to push any of my buttons." Especially since, despite knowing that her condition over the weekend had left, she was still feeling that same surge of desire to lash out that she'd felt when she'd been feeling as a demon.

"Okay, fine, no pestering the Werechicken today. However, should your day or week change, you can always find me to talk or spar or whatever. And I will happily violate the No Giving Booze to Setsuna edict. So." He changed expression from smile to more serious. "Is there a package for me?"

Most of Setsuna's energies were being conserved into holding back the urge to just reach over the counter and grab John's neck, thinking a little breathlessness might be more effective in showing him that she really meant it when she said she didn't want to deal with his sarcastic comments today. And then even more went into wondering why she still felt that way. She was back to normal now, wasn't she? She certainly didn't have the power she did this weekend; so why was she still so agitated?

So she just focused on the last part. "Give me a moment," she said tightly. "I'll check..."

"Okay," he said with a smile, not knowing the inner emoing in the Werechicken's head.

"Well, what do you know..." Setsuna muttered as she returned a moment later with the package she was pretty sure John was expecting.

"Hey! Thanks. It's for the go-cart race thing. You comin'? I need to put up fliers and all that."

Setsuna's red eyes fell on John with the sharp clarity that the outlook of it was dim.

Despite that, though, she said, "Perhaps I'll consider it."

"Hey, cool." He looks at her, red eyes and white hair. "You look like you've had a hell of a weekend," he said, not unkindly. "You need ta talk, lemme know. Love to get a spar in before the semester ends and I'm adrift in the wind, again," he said with a smile. It faded slightly. "I've missed you, Sensei."

Setsuna winced at that last part. "I really don't think it's a good idea for me to do any sparring for a bit, John."

"Not that I've ever been accused of being tactful," he said bluntly, "but you seriously look like hell. You sleeping all right? Think your boss would notice if you knocked off early to take care of yourself?" he asked, care in his eyes.

"John!" With the sudden shout and a slight flare of something in her eyes, Setsuna's hands smacked on the counter, making John's package jump ~~oh God so not dirty~~. "Do you not ever shut up? Or ever take a hint? Do I have to wave a giant sign in huge red writing to get the idea to you that I'm not in the mood for this idle, incessant chatter?"

John grabbed his big package ~~not dirty~~, gave her a salute, and walked out, without a word.

If Gladys was more expressive, she might be terribly confused by the odd behaviour of the overly skittish and white Setsuna.

Still not eating people. Setsuna tried.

Mmmm, the emo after the storm!

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