You're trapped in violence Who: Shy OT Ribbon When: Friday around 2AM Where: Shy and Ribbon's respective rooms What: Shy is checking on his big sister The days had been oddly long since Ribbon had left his room, and Shy was left with emotions he was entirely unused to and uncomfortable with. He was, and he was very unhappy to admit it to himself, lonely. He frowned at tapped at his lower lip as he tried to think it all over. What to do to fix an emotion? He was quite sure it was broken, as it had never acted this way before.
At last he sighed and decided to do the next best thing to fixing the problem, he reached out with his abilities and took control of the computer in Ribbon's room. He had very little concept of time, but he was aware that at this hour, which most would consider ungodly, his sister was most likely to be awake. Faint sparks prickled from his fingertips as he activated her speakers, using a text-to-type program to talk, not feeling like using his real voice.
"Are you aware that you are to fight tomorrow?" It was a simple question, but there was true concern behind it. She had spent quite a while in his room, weak and exhausted. "Are you capable?" He could and would fight Fischer on the decision if she was not. Shy had sent out announcements to some of their more high spending gamblers announcing the fight at Fischer's request. Power had its advantages, in this case it was to shamelessly advertise a large fight in order to try and recoup both money and reputation lost during Ribbon's little outburst. Shy waited, wondering if his sister would answer, wondering if she was indeed ready, worrying in a way which had been entirely unfamiliar before this whole event began.