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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.
voice;
Why isn't he? Why isn't he happy?
I'm not happy at all, he wants to tell her, but that's so much more than her return or even just her. That's the world itself and the darkness (and the Darkness) and his jobs and the way his days are full of so much talking when no one's really saying anything. That's him not having a dream or a purpose or a goal. That's him getting up in the morning and wondering if she's going to get up, too, or if he'll be checking her room and the house for her, or looking for notes she might have left, coming up with excuses about how maybe she had to go to work really early or maybe she went to do a little training, because his heart would like nothing more than to believe her but how can he when he keeps having to dial her number and listen to that disconnected recording. That's Ven being so quiet even when things in the city are loud and busy. That's the Master leaving so soon after meeting his eyes. That's too many months of watching happiness keep slipping through his fingers.
You remember... but were we ever happy before? What can I be happy about?
It's all wrong.
Wrong of him.
He used to know the truth of their situation. He used to understand and embrace it with all of his being. He knew what mattered. When did his priorities get shuffled out of the right order?
None of the things I've been worrying about all this time are important.
Terra chances a wary look down at his NV as if the video feature might have turned itself on of its own accord. The way she'd asked that question... He winces as he closes his fingers around the button to reply.]
I don't know.
[His own happiness... It's almost laughable, in hindsight. Laughable and painful in a way that tightens his chest and dries out his mouth. She's back and she remembers and he's already hurt her.
You're such a fool. You're supposed to be doing everything in your power to make things right for them here. And things being right means both of them being happy and safe.
His happiness is nothing. Concern for it never should been found its way into his mind after all his mistakes, all the terrible things he's done both with and without Xehanort's 'assistance'.]
I'm sorry.
[Why were you happy to hear from me? All I gave you was grief before. I waited too long to tell you what you needed to know. I couldn't be relieved that you remember. I didn't ask if you were okay or what happened when you went back. I've just been thinking about myself.
He retreats slowly to the couch he'd been sitting on.]
I can do my errands tomorrow.
voice;
There's no way he could possibly know what she's been doing. It's been ... what, a month for him?
She's counting her lucky stars again over the voice function, remembering the gold tint in his eyes. Seeing that while hearing his words might have been too overwhelming a disappointment for her to have stomached, and his recanting might have lost some weight in its sway.]
No ... I'm sorry. That was inappropriate.
[Reminding herself: he doesn't know. He doesn't know, and he should know and it's up to her to make sure that he does know. No running away, no dancing around the subject ... Terra and Ven will both know what she's done in this month that she's been gone by the time the Darkness settles in on the city. They deserve that much.]
It's just that ... I have something very, very important to tell you. You and Ven. I don't think it can wait until tomorrow.
[ And I want to see you.
I have to see you. ]
voice;
Something very important, huh?
[He just feels kind of numb in the wake of his realization. He looks at the room around him, noticing that the house has gotten slightly untidy since she left. He'll have to do something about that.]
Okay. I'll be here.
voice;
[Whether it was really inappropriate or a softhearted attempt to smooth things over, she seems to perk up a bit at the news that he would, in fact, be home for the day, and sighs lightly.]
I'll ... I'll see you soon, then?
voice;
[Okay, time to do a quick once-over of the house. Any especially offensive messes will have to be cleaned pronto. Let's see... Has any food been left out? Has Oro chewed anything into oblivion? Is any underwear... not where it should be?]