016 - And thus, as cruel fate would have it, the beautiful angel from heaven was lost...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(No... No way. It couldn't be. I refuse to accept this... That odd vacant look, not answering to the name "Miss Asahina"... She's droned, isn't she? Why? Dammit, WHY!?)

Oh goddammit!

[Following this short, but loud, outburst Kyon storms off unable to bear talking to her Mikuru's drone any longer. Feel free to find him wandering around town anywhere looking incredibly annoyed.]

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[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[A huge fellow in a waiter's uniform almost bumps into Kyon.]

"Ah, excuse me."

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Oh, uh... No problem.

[Despite Kyon's words, you can hear a slightly masked agitiation.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

"You sure? You seem a bit... off."

[The large fellow has an honestly worried, earnest expression on his craggy face.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's... You don't need to concern yourself with my problems.

[herheavenlydays.livejournal.com]

[There's actually no sign of Bree for just a moment, but she hears it. She tries to stop Kyon before he gets too far away from the house.]

Kyon! Is everything alright?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Miss Asahina was droned. She's a friend of mine from back home...

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Still hobbling his way through town on crutches.]]

Hey, Kyon... is everything alright?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... I should be asking you. What did you do to your leg?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah... fell out of a tree and landed badly.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ah, I see. How is it now?

[bogusmagicker.livejournal.com]

[Yuki will glance up from her position on the bench alongside the sidewalk as Kyon approaches.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Nagato. ... Miss Asahina was droned.

[bogusmagicker.livejournal.com]

[After a few moments of staring at him, Yuki will nod to acknowledge this information.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Seems things aren't going all that smooth... Miss Asahina is gone, Haruhi isn't talking to me... We're practically back at square one.

[enough-bodybags.livejournal.com]

[Medic is on his way home when he almost quite literally runs into Kyon. He doesn't really care about the kid, but he feels almost obligated to talk to him.]

Is somezhing zhe matter?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's nothing you need to worry about.

[enough-bodybags.livejournal.com]

Good, because I do not care, honestly.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Why did you even bother asking then?

[absoluteisms.livejournal.com]

[ don't look now, but there's a rather small girl in a pink dress floating in front of you... in mid-air... and giggling. ]

What an entertainingly annoyed expression! Hey, hey, what's wrooooong? Something the matteeeeer? Ahahahaha!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(Who the hell is this!? AND WHY IS SHE FLOATING?!?!)

... I see no reason why it should be any of your business.

[absoluteisms.livejournal.com]

C'mon, tell me! Entertain a bored witch!

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Oh, so you're a witch, huh?

[ahogevamp.livejournal.com]

[Koyomi's not the most empathic of people, but he can still tell when someone looks annoyed. So out of curiosity if nothing else, he asks...]

...you okay?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

*sigh* I suppose I'll live.

[ahogevamp.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty depressing response.