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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks down from her room, orders a glass of wine and looks around. She is somewhat relieved to note there is no candy in sight today. A pensive look on her face, she ponders how to get to her goal from now. Avenues stand open, others are barred to her.

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[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

It appears she is not the only one pondering how to achieve something. Jack sits nearby, tea in hand, though it remains untouched. Instead he simply gazes down at it, as if it holds the answer to his problem. So far, it doesn't.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She sips her wine and murmurs "Tea holds no answers. Not even in the leaves."

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

He glances over, dark eyes boring into her with a sharp intensity before softening. He has trouble remembering at times that unlike any other bar he is forced to visit, he need not worry about being attacked here.

"It seems you are correct. But if not there, then where will I find the answers I seek? It feels as if I have searched every corner of the universe for them at times."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust shrugs. "There are no answers. Only things and places and people." She takes another sip.

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

Jack eyes her curiously. "No answers? Then how can there be questions, if there are no answers? Surely, one cannot exist without the other."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"Have you never found a question with no answer? Consider yourself lucky."

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

"I have, but it is the answer to that question I am searching for now. For the moment it may have no answer, but I am sure if I strive to find it, it will reveal itself to me in time."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"Then you hope for an answer that may not exist. What then?"

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

"I can only hope with all my being that it does exist. I must know, in my heart, that I will find it. Too much hangs on that answer, so I can not fail. If I let doubt cloud my mind, I will never find it. My only chance is to know it is there, just beyond my grasp. When the time comes, I will have it."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"What is your question?"

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

"How can I return home?"

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"You can never go back."

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

"How can you say that, without knowing what I truly mean? You may be correct, of course, but that is simply something I will never truly believe."

[twiststheblade]

Miho passes.

She trails a hand over Lust's shoulders, and presses a kiss to her templs.

"Missed you, babe."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She turns with a smile and nuzzles. "Hello, Miho. I missed you too."

[twiststheblade]

There might be a brief hug.

"Shit went down. It disrupted. . . well. Everything. I don't know if I can do this."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust pauses only a brief moment. "What happened?" She slips her arms around Miho supportively.

[twiststheblade]

Miho sighs, and leans onto Lust's shoulder.

"I went home, because the door opened. And my father's men took me, and he took me, and they took my blades. And. . ." She sighs. "It's not the same any more."

There might be a snuggle. Lust was Miho's first friend, and she missed her.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

A momentary look passes over her face, hidden from Miho's eyes. A sociopathic look where the killer thinks just how easy it would be to kill the person in her arms. Then the instant passes and she gives Miho an extra little squeeze before pulling back to look into her eyes, a slight look of concern on her own. "What happened while you were in his custody?"

[twiststheblade]

It might be a good thing, then, that the look was hidden. For self-preservation has always been uppermost in Miho's world.

There is silence.

"I can't, Lust."

She hides her face again.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know how long I was away for you, but. . . It was a long time for me."

She turns her face sideways, looks blankly at the room.

A pause.

"Shit."

Another pause.

"I thought a lot." She hadn't had time to do much else. "I. . . I'm still not sure this will work. But," she pulls back, to look seriously up at the other woman. "We don't know if we don't try?"

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She isn't stupid. "Ah, you tried it at home." She caresses Miho's face.

"Did I tell you what happened to Greg? I helped him learn to use Alchemy as I have you. He healed his leg here, then when he went home, the healing failed and he blamed me.

"Many worlds do not ... accomodate Alchemy, past that door."

[twiststheblade]

"I didn't blame you, Lust."

Although a useless weapon is worse than no weapon at all.

"It would have been useful. But. . ." She sighs.

"Then the working must be here, or in your world. I would say your world, 'cause it might not hold otherwise."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"It would be easier yes." She nods. "And its permanence I hadn't thought of," she adds.

[twiststheblade]

Miho shrugs.

"A temporary soul might not do you much good."

She blinks.

"You know, in my world, there are stories about selling your soul to the devil. Do you think someone might sell you theirs?"

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She smiles and shakes her head. "I would have no way to collect it," save by the ritual I already know works ...