Spellheart

Momoko watches Marcy go for just a second, before realising that she really needs to catch up. She pushes herself into an instant full speed sprint, catching up to Marcy after a couple of minutes. When she does catch up, it's too late for her to mention or even see what was wrong, as they're already at the house. Momoko stops a couple of feet from the front door, hunching over her knees. "Warning...would of been good..." she pants, dabbing at her sweating forehead with her sleeve.
 
Marcy doesn't seem to pay Momoko's comment or state of fatigue any mind. That feeling from before only intensifying as she approached the threshold. Although Marcy definitely said that Amiko was home earlier, she still lets herself in with the key, not even announcing herself. Going straight for Amiko's bedroom, she leaves Momoko to her own devices. As Momoko follows, she gets a glimpse of Amiko, though one would hardly know it was her at first glance. Marcy clung to Amiko like one holds onto the edge of a steep cliff. Amiko looked like someone who just came out of surgery. The enchanting smile that she always carried was gone. If anything, she looked much like a zombie, blankly looking at her surroundings. Marcy looked like she wanted to cry, while Amiko didn't even look like she understood what was going on.
 
Momoko watches Marcy simply enter the house. She freezes for a second, not sure on wether to follow or not, but eventually she did. She closes the door behind her and follows Marcy to the room. She stands in the doorway, staring in shock. Amiko looks...unwell, to say the very least. Her gaze trails to Marcy. This couldn't be the fault of the officials, could it?
 
Not much of note takes place for quite some time. Amiko doesn't look like she'll get better any time soon, and Marcy looks equally unlikely to let go of her. Marcy seems to want to give Amiko some sort of comfort, but as far as Marcy can tell, it is lost on her. Amiko doesn't look like she seems moved either way concerning Marcy's embrace. Amiko's gaze seems to be directed towards Momoko instead. The warmth she had once seen in them seemed to have vanished, instead just responding based on motion.
 
Momoko opens her mouth to speak plenty of times, but she can't find the words to say. Eventually, she manages to say something. "What the hell?" She whispers, one hand on the doorframe as she looks from Marcy to the emotionless, practically robotic Amiko.
 
Marcy speaks on Amiko's behalf, "She can't tell if what she is seeing is real right now. It'll take her some time to be the person you know her to be..."
 
Momoko's eyebrows raise in surprise. "What do you mean?" She asks slowly. She steps into the room, not moving her eyes from Amiko.
 
Marcy shakes her head, careful not to bite down on her lip this time, "In order to interrogate someone, our intel division uses a process known as Hazy World. This is done by giving the user a drug that causes their mind to disassociate in peculiar ways. By making someone enter into an illusionspace in this way, you can interact with someone on a subconscious level and manipulate the world around them to try to confuse them into revealing information they ordinarily would not reveal. Amiko has information that she cannot reveal for any reason, so she countered this method, by infusing a subconscious suggestion that nothing is real. What you see right now, is the result of someone living like that for several days while under the influence of that vile drug. It will remain in her system for another three days, but she'll recover from the suggestion far before then. When she does, I need to be there for her..."
 
Momoko doesn't believe it. She opens her mouth to protest the entire concept of 'Hazy World', but decides that maybe now wasn't the time. Debates on the integrity of the government could wait for later, or maybe never. She shuffles in nervously and perches on the edge of the bed. "What...what do we do until then?" She asks.
 
Momoko nods slowly. "Have you seen if she can eat or drink?" She asked, looking at Amiko instead of Marcy. "Maybe some tea will help her get better faster, or something?"
 
Marcy shakes her head, "This isn't the first time this has happened. I'm not against feeding her, but the only thing we can do is wait for the moment she returns to normal..." Marcy looks back towards Amiko, obviously heartbroken seeing her friend like this. Looking back towards Momoko, she requests, "If you could, there should still be some odds and ends around the kitchen. You can make something if you like." Marcy lays next to Amiko from above the covers, "I need a moment, you know..."
 
Momoko's eyes widen in shock. "Not the first time?" She repeats quietly, but doesn't press it any further when Marcy offers that she could make something. "Oh, alright," she says. Quickly as she can without it looking too forced, she stands up and leaves the room. She leaves the door just a little bit open, in case she's needed. She walks to the kitchen and starts to look through cupboards and drawers as respectfully and quietly as she can, making sure that whatever she moves goes back to where it originally was.
 
Some time passes, and just as Marcy suggested, Amiko never really recovered. She'd still respond to questions posed to her, but it felt detached from her usual personality, which made the practice rather upsetting to behold. Eventually, Marcy simply excuses herself from the room, laying down on the couch in the living room. Marcy once again reverted to her white-haired form, pushing up her body to sit upright again. While she seemed hopelessly annoyed at everything in this form, she at least didn't have the heartbreaking expression that her younger form did. Sitting in the couch properly she glares at Momoko, "Maybe now you can understand a little bit... This entire situation pisses me off."
 
When Marcy comes in, Momoko's managed to find the teabags and the mugs. She's been careful to choose the three plainest teacups she could have found. One of the mugs is plain tea, while the other two are herbal, one nettle and one chamomile. She turns, holding the plain tea and the chamomile mugs, only to find Marcy looking back at her. She can't help it; her face hardens up. "I see." She says, voice edging on monotonous. She walks forward and holds the plain tea mug out to Marcy, not saying anything else.
 
Marcy practically snatches the tea from Marcy, nearly causing it to spill from the cup. She doesn't even seem a bit grateful but begins taking a sip from the mug. Her glance comes over Momoko a few times, but each time bounce back quickly, especially as Momoko begins to take notice. Annoyed, "What are you even doing here?"
 
Momoko jumps at the sudden movement, but once the original shock is over she's not exactly surprised. She steps into Amiko's room for just a second and leaves the tea by her bedside, but doesn't say anything, suspecting that if Marcy hears her she'll only be up for anger and bitter remarks. She walks back to the kitchen, picking up the remaining mug and perching on the edge of the couch, keeping her distance from Marcy. She listens to what Marcy says and she's instantly peeved off. She takes a big sip of the hot tea before she speaks, hoping that it'll calm her down. It does, at least a little. "You asked me to come." She said, staring at the floor a couple feet ahead of her.
 
Marcy clicks her tongue, "That isn't what I meant. I mean, what are you trying to do here? Nothing you do makes any goddamn sense. Just thinking about it gives me a fucking headache." True to her word, Marcy places her head on her forehead, making a somewhat pained expression. She takes another sip of tea, trying to regain some semblance of calm.
 
Momoko rolls the mug between her hands, watching Marcy from the corner of her eye. "I...I just like to help." She says, unwilling to tell the truth for fear that it would make Marcy think she was more selfish than she really intended to be.
 
Marcy once again clicks her tongue, now distinctly irritated, "Like you'd come that far for such a flimsy reason. Its been like this ever since I met you. What sort of relationship did you have with Amiko anyway?"
 
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