Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 21, 2009 11:58:36 GMT -5
Why go through what you already knew was coming? Miranda didn't know, not entirely, not at every moment; it wasn't because she couldn't, because she thought she probably could, but because she did not at every moment feel prepared for it. Perhaps this would never change. Miranda did not know enough that she could not suffer uncertainty.
In any case, she knew she was going to get comfort out of these meetings, and that was enough reason alone to go. Miranda said a quick prayer, nodded to the priest - who recognized her; he had been the hospital a few times, and nodded back - who was lighting candles, and headed into the pews, seating herself like a passenger on a train expecting someone else to arrive before the train takes off.
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Post by Notre Dame on Sept 22, 2009 15:21:39 GMT -5
Normally it would take a great more than this to get Notre Dame's attention; for one thing, said attention was usually everywhere at once, drifting vaguely in a dozen different points of the cathedral, manifesting sometimes as the rustle of silk or a glimpse of white. In the cathedral, and under it, where the shape itself was also putting cool palms to the marble floor of the hidden cavern at the same time; but Miranda was special. She had something of the supernatural or the spiritual about herself, too, something that Notre Dame could recognize in her even when she wouldn't remember the mortal. It was enough that within minutes Miranda was sitting next to a slip of a woman who was imitating her patient pose perfectly, legs straight and down and hands folded demurely in one's lap. Notre Dame turned serene brown eyes on her. Gradually she looked more like a woman than a part of the church bench, and that was the sign for Miranda to speak.
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 22, 2009 16:35:47 GMT -5
Miranda only slightly unfolded her hands, shifting the fingers of one so that they less perfectly covered those of the other.
"Hello," she said. "I've come to ask your permission for something."
The words even surprised her a little, which was an interesting enough thing in and of itself. She didn't realize what she meant. She had been thinking of this for a while, but she had not supposed that she would need to ask anyone's permission for it. Strictly put it was not legal, not that she supposed Notre Dame would mind, and while it put her at a spot of risk she did not think it would put Notre Dame in a hard place to lose her; but she thought the issue would resolve itself when it was supposed to, and if it did not, well, then it hadn't been meant to be resolved, and she would apologize.
Things - like confusion - that would normally have troubled Miranda, ripples from a cast stone in otherwise-still waters, did not seem so upsetting in Notre Dame. That was why she had come here. Sometimes, Miranda thought very unsettling things indeed.
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Post by Notre Dame on Sept 25, 2009 10:41:47 GMT -5
Notre Dame drew her legs up as she thought, wrapping pale arms around the knotted and torn mass of her dress. "Tell me."
At the front of the church, the priest glanced back at them, saw the two pale blonde heads next to one another, and looked away again.
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 25, 2009 10:46:08 GMT -5
"There is something I am going to do," said Miranda, looking down at her hands twisting in her lap for a moment before lifting them as though merely going to see what color Notre Dame had fashioned for her eyes tonight. When she spoke again, she surprised herself. "I would like to use your name for it."
Ahhh, she thought, and nodded. That had been what she'd been going to ask. She knew she'd think of it.
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Post by Notre Dame on Sept 25, 2009 11:03:59 GMT -5
The personification's head tilted. "It depends on what you will do in my name. It has been used before, you know." Not for her, necessarily, but the same name which she had taken. There did not seem much chance of Miranda using her name for anything with large or ill ramifications, but Notre Dame found it very hard to understand humans' motivations sometimes.
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 25, 2009 11:07:55 GMT -5
"Well," said Miranda, after a slight, parted-lips pause, shaking her hair gently. "I am planning on becoming a professional heroine, and thought of taking your name as my alias."
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Post by Notre Dame on Sept 25, 2009 11:49:22 GMT -5
This was met with a rather blank stare. "Do you- " She frowned, uncertain of what exactly Miranda meant by 'professional heroine.' "You mean you will become a vigilante." The slightest lilt at the end of her words, as though trying to make a question into a statement.
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 25, 2009 11:52:02 GMT -5
"Yes," said Miranda abruptly, after a pause in which she mentally checked her vocabulary. "One of those. But I was thinking I would rather be the kind that does not skulk a very great deal and wear a lot of black. I don't think I would like that."
Miranda had done research recently and decided that there were two kinds - the sort that skulked, who were what one generally thought of when one heard the word "vigilante", and the sort that could retire gracefully, and that she was really sort of the second.
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Post by Notre Dame on Sept 25, 2009 11:58:27 GMT -5
"Yes." A moment of thought. "Then you may take my name. But- " Here she smiled, very prettily. "Don't get caught, Miranda."
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 25, 2009 12:04:25 GMT -5
"I don't intend to," she said before she could stop herself, then hesitated and bit her lip as she judiciously thought. "I don't think that I do," she said, cautiously, after a moment. "But, you see, I no longer remember things as I used to..."
She trailed off. This troubled her a mite more than it should, though that was natural after Daniel.
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Post by George Boleyn on Sept 25, 2009 12:46:16 GMT -5
“…yes? Oh - ” That was unusual for humans. “Maybe you are getting old, or maybe you are tired.” Notre Dame reached out to touch Miranda’s chin, almost as though she meant to tilt it up. “Dear Vicomte Sébastien de Valmont has not done anything to you, has he? He told me he would not.”
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Miranda
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Post by Miranda on Sept 25, 2009 13:06:17 GMT -5
"No, he hasn't," said Miranda, shaking her head just a little but not shaking off Notre Dame's hand. She felt as though she were being inspected, like an orphan before he is allowed to meet parents who might adopt him, and was determined to do well - except that she wasn't trying very hard, merely being Miranda. If there was a problem, she felt Notre Dame would tell her so. "But, you see, generally I remember the things I've done, and the things I'm going to, and what will happen, but..." She bit her lower lip. "I've been... forgetting."
Her voice was very small. Any mortal who had met Miranda at any point - from Sara to Mercutio - would be rather alarmed by this change. Miranda briefly wanted to crumple and cry in the pew, but she did not think she was going to. Unfortunately, however, she couldn't be sure. Maybe she did.
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