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Elda Marker

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Blood. ... I guess that's a strange way to put it.

[ Ugh, her arms still feel weird... ]

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[Still not quite understanding the implications, but she can sense that the answer will not be one she likes.

... Even still. Elda apparently did her a favor. Sakura can guess how. Her head starting to bow as if in guilt, she slowly works her way through her next question.]

Could you tell me exactly what happened?

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[ Still shaking out her arms, she exhales a little as she... mmm ]

You were wandering around like some drunk girl or something, but I got your attention briefly under to have my body lock up enough to fall forward.

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[That first part she understands -- and accepts, despite how her stomach curdles.

That second... pales her complexion somewhat. Wordlessly she glances at her hand, down at the palm, before dropping her arm to her side.]

Oh.

[...]

I'm sorry for whatever I did, Marker-san. I... wasn't in my right mind.

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No, clearly? I'm just concerned what that even is.

[ Because wow that was hurting a bit? She waves her hand a little bit. ]

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I don't know.

[Spoken reluctantly, though there's a thread of truth to it. Sakura's never... used that power of hers on other human beings. And while the possibility lingers like a fog in her thoughts, she's very quick to dismiss it for her own sake.]

I'm afraid I don't know what I'm capable of... my memories are sporadic and doesn't always show me what I can do.

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[ Elda's eyes sharply focus on the other, and she ... drops her tone to be a little gentler, in spite of her the look she's giving. It probably makes for a weird contrast. ]

Well, that's something you ought to learn more about, practice with. That's about as dangerous as my memory thing to just fire off.

[imaginex]

... Yes. Of course.

[Flexing and relaxing her fingers, she glances at them, until the movement unnerves her a bit. She asks timidly:]

Um... what time is it right now?

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[ She looks concerned at the girl having scolded her, but she's ... mmmr, she's still weirded out. That said, that question she can answer quicker, ]

Somewhere past 11:30. [ . . . Elda why were you out then. ]

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That late...

[She doesn't sound surprised, actually, or even look it. The comment is to fill up space until she thinks of something better]

... Were you taking a walk?

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I was jogging, actually.

[ She tugs a little at the track suit. See? ... She can't be out in the day these days, so. ]