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sirenspull2012-06-30 11:18 pm
rainprism) wrote in sirenspull2012-06-30 11:18 pm
〈oo5〉⁂〈accidental video ⇢ foward dated to 7/1〉
[Dust. Lots and lots of dust. Several minutes of silence fill the feed. There has been an accidental activation of the video function, and for those first crucial moments, all that can be seen is billowing curtains of dust falling and settling around the NV, which is stationary on the ground.
Gradually, a close silhouette appears -- a long, shapeless lump on the ground to begin with ... until the last bits of dust clear away. The details come into focus. It's probably a white sleeve, but it's ripped, snagged, and slightly stained by the dark orange dust. And there's more -- a hand at the end of that sleeve, partially covered by fingerless gloves, palm down in that dust.
Labored breathing crescendos into range of the NV's microphone soon thereafter, and it isn't long before movement rocks the arm in an unstable to-and-fro motion. The person this arm belongs to ... is coming around.]
Nnnh ... !
[... Albeit painfully. When Aqua plowed into the baseball diamond the first time, there'd been the buffer of her armor to soften the blow. This time, she's taken the full brunt of the impact. But not unlike her first collision into Siren's Port, her recovery curve is rising sharply -- not long after the groan, a green light sets the recording NV out of focus for a moment and a musical trill sounds the casting of a Curaga spell. That arm is bathed in curative magic, and her hand closes around a fistful of dirt before the process of pushing herself into an upright position begins. The move is riddled with pauses and small gasps as sore spots are identified, but she somehow manages to maneuver herself into side-sitting, knees together and bent at an angle, the metallic accents of her boots clicking together as her ankles cross.
At first, the lens of the NV only captures this much; Her neatly folded legs. But her elbows soon find her knees and her face is promptly buried in her hands. The high noon sun has effectively stunned her, and she remains steadfastly in this position ... presumably, to get her bearings.]
Home ...
[The feed continues in this manner. A blue-haired young woman none the wiser to her in-progress broadcast, hiding her eyes like a child, coping with lingering aches, and whispering something with each carefully measured exhalation ... over and over, rhythmically.]
... Home ...
[The light of day is dizzying after a decade of nothing but darkness.]
Home.
Gradually, a close silhouette appears -- a long, shapeless lump on the ground to begin with ... until the last bits of dust clear away. The details come into focus. It's probably a white sleeve, but it's ripped, snagged, and slightly stained by the dark orange dust. And there's more -- a hand at the end of that sleeve, partially covered by fingerless gloves, palm down in that dust.
Labored breathing crescendos into range of the NV's microphone soon thereafter, and it isn't long before movement rocks the arm in an unstable to-and-fro motion. The person this arm belongs to ... is coming around.]
Nnnh ... !
[... Albeit painfully. When Aqua plowed into the baseball diamond the first time, there'd been the buffer of her armor to soften the blow. This time, she's taken the full brunt of the impact. But not unlike her first collision into Siren's Port, her recovery curve is rising sharply -- not long after the groan, a green light sets the recording NV out of focus for a moment and a musical trill sounds the casting of a Curaga spell. That arm is bathed in curative magic, and her hand closes around a fistful of dirt before the process of pushing herself into an upright position begins. The move is riddled with pauses and small gasps as sore spots are identified, but she somehow manages to maneuver herself into side-sitting, knees together and bent at an angle, the metallic accents of her boots clicking together as her ankles cross.
At first, the lens of the NV only captures this much; Her neatly folded legs. But her elbows soon find her knees and her face is promptly buried in her hands. The high noon sun has effectively stunned her, and she remains steadfastly in this position ... presumably, to get her bearings.]
Home ...
[The feed continues in this manner. A blue-haired young woman none the wiser to her in-progress broadcast, hiding her eyes like a child, coping with lingering aches, and whispering something with each carefully measured exhalation ... over and over, rhythmically.]
... Home ...
[The light of day is dizzying after a decade of nothing but darkness.]
Home.
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... Did she just hear something? Or is that just her ears ringing?]
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Do you need some help? Are you hurt?
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[She's grasped the NV by now, but is ... unfortunately pointing it in the wrong direction. Give her a minute, here. She can't really see what she's doing. In the mean time, here! Have a slightly blurry view of the pitcher's mound! That would be home plate off in the distance.]
Everything's fine. I'm not hurt.
[Aqua could stop her explanation there, but ... the instant she completes that last statement, the surging instinct to keep talking rears its head. The voice on the other line is one she doesn't remember having ever spoken to before, and the opportunity to speak to anyone other than herself has been ... well. Very, very few and far between.
So she just blurts this out.]
But I am a little sore! I'm ... pretty sure that I just fell out of the sky. Again.
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Um, and do you need someone to get you, if you're sore?
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[Heavy sigh, and her gaze drops.]
My friend is coming by to walk me home. The daytime's kind of ... disorienting.
[Shy glance upward.]
I'm Aqua, by the way ... I'm sorry to've made you worry.
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[The name rings a faint bell, but it doesn't connect immediately, and she moves on.]
My name's Ahiru, and it's really not your fault! You don't need to apologize for something like that.
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[How to even explain ...]
Where I've been, it's only ever night time. It's been ages since I've seen the sun ... that's all.
I have been here before. But ... again, that was ages ago. [Ten years. Why can't she say it?]
Ahiru ... it's nice to met you. You have a kind heart.
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It's nice to meet you, too. I hope you feel better soon!
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... To this world. Almost all of my friends are here.
[Faint nod.]
There's no place I'd rather be.
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It's always good when somebody gets sent here and they wanted to!
Who are your friends?
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[Looking down at her hands.]
But there are others. Xion, Kairi, Roxas, ...
[The kids and teachers from the Academy ... Kairi ... Sora ... Naminé ...]
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Oh, oh, I know them! All of them are really good people.
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[She almost looks ... relieved. Relieved, perhaps, to know that the individual she's been conversing with is, in actuality, a legitimately good person.]
I've missed them so much! I can't wait to see them all again ...
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[Another nod.]
A little over a month. That's about average, isn't it?
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[Shy blink.]
Were your friends happy to see you? When you got back?
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Can I ask why you're asking?
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Oh ... No particular reason! I just ... kind of imagined that sort of thing to be a happy occasion. In a bittersweet sort of way, I guess.
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[She wonders why she's questioning that, but she won't press.]
Why bittersweet?
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[She saddens a little, doing what she can to mask a slow sigh.]
Like ... they're happy to see you, but sad that you've been ripped away from your home. Not everyone has friends and family waiting for them in this city.
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[Small smile.]
Thank you for keeping me company.