soulping | Roxy's Heart

Roxy's Heart

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

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[That she can and there's a flicker of longing in Roxy's body language, but she looks away.]

Only so it can take it away again.

.....For someone so scared of being treated like they don't exist, you can at least look at me.

[she's using her active powers without exactly realizing it, trying to infuse her words with an importance that demands attention]

...

[She looks up and looks pained.]

You're one of the most important people to me whose still around.

It hurts to look at you because that usually means you'll be gone soon enough.

[Her expression gentles, a little.]

I know. And you're the same, for me. But acting like I'm already gone, while I'm standing right here....that's not what you really want to do.

I can't change it.

Maybe not by yourself. And that's okay. It just means I have to help you change it.

[She looks around, at least one hand still on Roxy's shoulder.]

What was this building?

Others try. They don't manage.

My house. My home.

Failure just means it's time to try again.

[.....a nod.]

Okay. Then, I'll be right back.

....

[She doesn't stop you and just goes back to playing the violin.]

[my bae can't be this depressed (except she totally can)

tries to give her a kiss first before leaving!! then attempts to find a way into the house]

[ewjaioejwaioejw]

[Well, she....]

[Dropped the violin entirely.]

[The door is broken, easy access right there.]

[....picks it up for her and hands it over.]

I need to remember to ask you to play something for me in the real world.

[OKAY BYE GOING THROUGH THE DOOR]

....

[She holds the violin.]

[The place is quiet for now.]

[The inside of the building is no better than the outside. It's all ruin, old, filled with broken statues, broken machines, and the stairs are in pieces.]

[Though it seems as if someone has made a stack of furniture to the second floor?]

[Thank you, mystery furniture-stacker.

Investigating the broken statues???]

[You know that feeling you got climbing up?]

[Got that again, but it's....far less this time?]

[You only get echoes from the statue.]

[She supposedly liked wizards.]

[You think they're pretty awesome too.]

[wizards can be p cool

How broken is broken tho]

[Well, it's not in pieces, but the ravages of time, man.]

[hmmmmm

is it the same for the broken machinery?]

[Yep.]

[let's climb up the furniture to the second floor then]

[You climb and it's....kind of tiring? You really wish you didn't have to, but you know you gotta, so you guess you can keep going.]

[Still hate it with a burning passion.]

[hate is better than despair i guess

UP WE GO]

[You are on the second floor.]

[what even is here]

[Well]

[Wait.]

[No.]

[Shit's happening.]

[WELCOME TO THE SELF REPAIRING HOUSE.]

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