Week 8; Thursday night; Faize

[princessantly]

[ It's... still something to adjust to, the first time she'd stood in front of the door and raised her hand to knock, and it had gone right through it. Being a ghost isn't a simple matter, and while she's grateful that it means she isn't completely gone from everything, it's also made certain things difficult.

She needs to talk to Faize, as best as she can, she knows that. But first, she needs to know what she can do like this. So the first few days are spent practicing in places where people won't be weirded out by floating pebbles and the like. And still, it doesn't feel as though she's entirely gotten the hang of it, and she's still so exhausted after every effort... but seeing Faize in front of her makeshift grave marker decides her.

So this time, instead of standing anxiously in front of his door and talking herself out of it, out of fear of catching him in a private moment, she walks right through it.

There has to be a way to reach him. ]

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[symbologic]

[It's a shame that he'll probably never know why it took her so long to visit. It would actually make him laugh to know that his door gave her so much trouble. And he hasn't done much, if any, laughing in a week now.]

[Alisha, however, will be relieved to know that she's not walking in on anything indecent. Faize is laying in the middle of the floor with several papers spread out all around him. From the looks of what's on some of said papers, somebody's been teaching him Japanese. And apparently now seemed as good a time as any to review and practice writing. It's a decent distraction, even if there's only so much he can do without sensei around to teach him new words.]

[As far as a way to reach him...sadly, his room remains uncluttered as usual. Other than the papers on the floor in front of him and his sword leaning against his bed, there really isn't anything noteworthy in the room itself. The bedside table, however, is a different story. There's a paper flower on the side nearest his bed that she might recognize as one of the ones from her room. Thank Bill for that, he stole your flowers. And next to it, there's a lidless jar with filled with many small paper stars. Faize...probably did not fold these either. They look too nice, so it was probably someone who really knows their way around origami.]