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sirenspull2012-12-21 05:57 pm
todomarishi) wrote in sirenspull2012-12-21 05:57 pm
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[Terra is seated on a stretch of sand belonging to one of the island's beaches. A certain lighthouse can be seen in the distance, out across the water. It would make for a serene picture if Terra didn't have a Shake Weight in one hand. Yes, he is shaking that Shake Weight. He's been shaking that Shake Weight for two years now. Thank you, Joe.
Oro, Terra's direwolf, lies beside him and is absently chewing on a stuffed lobster toy that has seen better days.]
It doesn't make sense. The Core has some people coming and going all the time. Some people it pulls in once and then sends them away and never bothers them again. And some people it won't ever let go.
[He shakes his head, albeit it not quite as vigorously as he is shaking the Shake Weight.]
Doesn't make sense. For a while, I thought maybe there was a reason some people had to be here, even if that reason didn't apply to all Newcomers or to me, but I was wrong to believe that. There's no point to this place. Being here doesn't mean you're getting a second chance or you're being punished or you're here to help the world. Being here means nothing. This island is just a prison surrounded by water instead of walls.
[Anyone happen to both own the world's smallest violin and know the world's saddest song? The shaking of the Shake Weight slows to a stop. Terra sighs, glances down at the dumbbell... and abruptly throws it hard out into the ocean.
Sorry, Joe.]
I guess that's it. All I've got to say.
Oro, Terra's direwolf, lies beside him and is absently chewing on a stuffed lobster toy that has seen better days.]
It doesn't make sense. The Core has some people coming and going all the time. Some people it pulls in once and then sends them away and never bothers them again. And some people it won't ever let go.
[He shakes his head, albeit it not quite as vigorously as he is shaking the Shake Weight.]
Doesn't make sense. For a while, I thought maybe there was a reason some people had to be here, even if that reason didn't apply to all Newcomers or to me, but I was wrong to believe that. There's no point to this place. Being here doesn't mean you're getting a second chance or you're being punished or you're here to help the world. Being here means nothing. This island is just a prison surrounded by water instead of walls.
[Anyone happen to both own the world's smallest violin and know the world's saddest song? The shaking of the Shake Weight slows to a stop. Terra sighs, glances down at the dumbbell... and abruptly throws it hard out into the ocean.
Sorry, Joe.]
I guess that's it. All I've got to say.
[Private] Voice;
Why should those memories mean less simply because you are the only one to remember them?
[ The decision is made. Hand extends, summoning swirling white energy; close to the beach, the portal upends itself. Close enough to sense, perhaps, if those near by aren't distracted. ]
[Private] Voice;
Because it's like those moments never happened if no one else ever remembers them.
[Private] Voice -> Action
Perhaps the Apprentice has told the Master all he needed to hear..?
The crash of waves on the shore initially drowns out his approach. Not that he is hiding it, not exactly, simply minding his footing as armored boots deal with the drag of sand below. Grey gaze flickers towards his student briefly, trying to make note of any changes made during a month's absence - is he thinner? Was he hurt? - before shifting to the waters ahead of them.
Gold-edged boots do not come to a stop until Eraqus stands at Terra's side.
He does not look down, doing his best not to assume a hovering or looming position, and settles instead for staring ahead; features are schooled in a thoughtful frown. Then, quietly; ]
So what will you do with them?