Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20150120031441/@comment-13593058-20150312015938

A slight grin formed over Memories' face. She had missed playing the big sister ever since she left home.

She relaxed and gave out a big sigh and looked up to the moon once again, clutching the photograph even tighter.

"They're good kids." a witch-like voice suddenly broke out behind her.

Surprised, she whipped around behind her, grabbing her sword as she went.

Only to stop.

Behind her stood a tall slender woman with similar white hair cut into a bob, she wore a black trenched jacket laced in red, the same design as Memories' only a different pallet. Her face was covered with a black porcelaine mask comparable to that of Memories and a build similar to hers as well.

"Ha ha ha ha!" the witch spoke as she removed her mask, revealing the same glistening white eyes Memories' possessed, "You know, you should really try to hit me once in a while, it's no fun when you stop half way."

The stranger toyed with her hair playfully as she said those delicate words.

"What do you want?" Memories probed, "What are you doing here?"

"Well... you rarely visit us anymore," her hand reached behind her jacket, "so I'd thought I'd be the better person and come visit you instead."

"You know very well why I left." Memories spat.

"Sure sure, your sister turned into a monster, your mother is a serial killer and your father runs a cult that gets paid to kill people."

"You say that like that's normal."

"Well it was until you grew out of it." the woman chuckled, "Ah, still not very attentive I see."

Memories looked down, and as she suspected, the tip of a blade was wedged close to the skin of her throat ready to puncture the moment she moves.

"I'm sure you remember this sweetie. How many beatings have you suffered from this sword as a child?" the woman chuckled again, "except that time, it was a sheathed blade."

"How much?"

"I'm sorry?"

"How much did he pay you?"

"What, you want to find out how much your head is worth to the organization?"

A slight pause.

"Pffft, hehehehe." she giggled demonically and removed her sword from Memories' throat, "Good! That's a good assumption, a fair one. I also liked the part where you also had a knife at my heart at the same time as I put my sword at your throat. All right you pass."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"No I did, you just don't believe me."

The witch sat down, letting her legs swing off the roof as Memories' stood behind her.

"Of all the things you associate me with, mother is not one of those things ever, are they?"

"Once, but that was a long time ago."

"And what about your sister? The one thing ever loved?"

"You would know about that than me... mother."

"Oh stop it! You know I get all fluffy when you call me that!"

"..."

"You know, your sister left too... All my children are leaving me."

"She..."

"Yes! Bah, we shouldn't have let her live alone. Do you know what happens to kid when they move out? They start getting messy and their habits resurface, oh, her kitchen must be so dirty. She probably has a boyfriend and they probably plan to marry next year!"

"Left?"

"Yes, Alice, my baby left me after you did and now I'm all alone in that house when your father goes off to work and you never visit and she's always with a boy!"

"I'll kill him."

"Oh sweetie, he's a nice boy though! I can see them together. He's not that good looking, grades aren't that great, not really good with a sword but... he can cook! That's all a man needs to know, how to cook!"

"Can you quiet down?"