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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.
[Video]
[KOS-MOS nods, recalling when last they spoke.]
We did. It regarding the painting of nails. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence once again, Aqua. I am KOS-MOS.
[Video]
I actually... remember that! When I went to the salon with Xion, right?
[Shaking her head in dismay.]
It seems like that was so long ago ...
[Aqua trails off again, unable to explain. How do you casually bring up in conversation that it's been over ten years? She hasn't thought about it until now, but ... it doesn't seem like much time has passed at all here in the Port. She's almost afraid to ask.]
KOS-MOS ... it's nice to see you again. [Shy smile.] I know it might seem a little weird, but I'm happy to be back.
[Video]
[It would be surprisingly easy to talk to KOS-MOS about it, considering just how strange a construct she is.]
it does sound strange but every person that exists has a preference for where they want to be at any given time.
[Video]
[She's genuinely taken aback by the information that she has been given and leans away from the NV and swoons, raising a hand to hold her forehead for another small, stabilizing Cure spell.]
I know that time flows differently for people in the Port, but ... how can that be ...
[Video] /fistshake at my shift key failing in the last tag
As you said, time flows differently. The science of it would take too long to explain.
[Video] /fistshakes at all typos sob
After taking a few breaths and shaking her head, she gets it together again and extends a hand, meaning to dismiss KOS-MOS's misgivings.]
No, I ... I understand. [A very tense but well-meaning smile.] It's not the science that makes it hard to believe.
[Not that she has much of a scientific mind ... KOS-MOS would probably talk right over her head.]
It's just that it's been much, much longer ... on the outside of the Port. Do you know what I mean?
[Video] /all of them
[Being five thousand years in the past... yeah.]
[Video]
[Yowch. That's rough.]
... The Port is funny like that, isn't it? I always figured it was a magical anomaly, not a scientific anomaly.
[Video]
Considering all the capabilities of those Pulled here, it is possible that it is a combination of both.
[Video]
Kind of a scary thought, right?
[Another sigh.]
I think ... there are some things that just shouldn't be trifled with. I don't dislike this world on principle, but ... I wish time wasn't so convoluted.
[Video]
[For a moment, her eyes flash blue but go right back to red and she looks sympathetic.]
Time is not a thing that should be manipulated.
[Video]
Aqua tilts her head to the side quizzically at the shift in the other's eye color, but ... it may have just been a trick of the light. Her eyesight's not quite up to par yet.]
Not in this way, no. I agree.
[Video]
I hope that the difference in time will not prove to be too disorienting.
[Video]
It's very sweet of you. But ... as long as my friends are here, I'm sure everything will be just fine.
[Mostly. There are a few concerning loose ends to tie up in regards to what she doesn't know yet ... and a certain few individuals to keep a watchful eye on. Then again, maybe they've already left the Port.]
Has it every happened to you? ... Leaving the port, and then coming back some time later?
[Video]
Friends are important.
[KOS-MOS shakes her head.]
It has not though I am concerned of what I might encounter should I ever.
[Video]
[Her head cants in the other direction.]
Are you afraid of going home?
[Video]
[KOS-MOS shakes her head. She isn't but Mary is. A bit.]
I was not programmed to feel fear.
[Video]
... Programmed?
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[She seems perturbed, but not ... frightened, necessarily.]
I don't understand.
[Video]
The easiest way to think of it is that I am a human shaped NetVice with the ability to kill.
[Video]
[It's kind of a grotesque description, but it demonstrates the point decisively and vividly. Aqua is taken aback, to be sure, and it's a moment before she can continue.]
I've ... never met anyone like you before.
[ '... with the ability to kill'.]
But ... That doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?
[Video]
It is not surprising. Where I am from, myself and T-elos are the only androids to exist.
I am capable of making friends.
[Video]
Do you think ... we could be friends?
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[Video] eeeek sorry for the delayed response!
[Video] That's okay, I was sick anyway
[Video] ahhhh i hope you're feeling better :c
[Video] I am now :3
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