She shivered, visibly uncomfortable at his look. He reminded her of Kagame, and that similarity was hardly a pleasant one. Had she been in full control of her powers she might have been able to guess what he had done, but instead she interpreted his stare as his way of reinterpreting her, fixing the transporter into a new category.
"I'm not quite sure, actually. There's a guy on the community, Kuronue, who offered to wish away my Curse. He did it by making a thousand paper cranes."
Himiko pauses, and pulls an origami crane from her satchel. Inscribed on one of the wings is "378" in her handwriting.
"It seemed silly at the time, but it somehow worked. Except now I've go all of these weird side effects. But its better to be sick and have a future, than be healthy with everyone and his brother trying to kill you, right?"
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Date: 2010-01-10 10:02 pm (UTC)"I'm not quite sure, actually. There's a guy on the community, Kuronue, who offered to wish away my Curse. He did it by making a thousand paper cranes."
Himiko pauses, and pulls an origami crane from her satchel. Inscribed on one of the wings is "378" in her handwriting.
"It seemed silly at the time, but it somehow worked. Except now I've go all of these weird side effects. But its better to be sick and have a future, than be healthy with everyone and his brother trying to kill you, right?"