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sirenspull_logs2012-07-16 07:06 pm
rainprism) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-16 07:06 pm
⁂ once upon a time, we fell apart
Who: Aqua [rainprism], Ventus [feverpitching], Terra [todomarishi], possibly Roxas [pullsheavendown] and Xion [mirroredmemory] later
When: after arriving home/this thread
Where: House of Departure, Sector 4
Summary: Aqua returns to Siren's Port and has a lot to fill her friends in on.
Warnings: None foreseen. ... Except probable angst. Will update if necessary.
[Home at last. The remaining walk with Ven is quiet, but it's spent arm-in-arm with him, the trip dotted with a few pauses for hair ruffling and general reassurance. Seeing the house, however, is enough to make her swoon, but she has the presence of mind to set Ven to task tidying up the kitchen before the two of them even cross the threshold of the front door.
Her younger friend darts off to prepare their living space for the company due later in the evening, but ... Aqua lingers in the doorway for a full minute, her arms wrapped around herself, slowly indulging herself in every detail of the house. The umbrella rack. The coat closet. The higher ceiling in the dining room -- and the rough designs of the texturized paint on that ceiling. Even something as mundane as the sound of the running AC unit is startlingly vivid. The difference between being in the glare of the sun and stepping inside into controlled, lukewarm, artificial light is a whole new obstacle to overcome. Her first shuffling footfalls into the actual building structure are unsure, quiet.]
Hello ... ?
[As if Ven's march into the kitchen and the ensuing noise isn't indication enough, she calls out for the third resident of their household.]
Terra ... we're home.
rainprism], Ventus [feverpitching], Terra [todomarishi], possibly Roxas [pullsheavendown] and Xion [mirroredmemory] laterWhen: after arriving home/this thread
Where: House of Departure, Sector 4
Summary: Aqua returns to Siren's Port and has a lot to fill her friends in on.
Warnings: None foreseen. ... Except probable angst. Will update if necessary.
[Home at last. The remaining walk with Ven is quiet, but it's spent arm-in-arm with him, the trip dotted with a few pauses for hair ruffling and general reassurance. Seeing the house, however, is enough to make her swoon, but she has the presence of mind to set Ven to task tidying up the kitchen before the two of them even cross the threshold of the front door.
Her younger friend darts off to prepare their living space for the company due later in the evening, but ... Aqua lingers in the doorway for a full minute, her arms wrapped around herself, slowly indulging herself in every detail of the house. The umbrella rack. The coat closet. The higher ceiling in the dining room -- and the rough designs of the texturized paint on that ceiling. Even something as mundane as the sound of the running AC unit is startlingly vivid. The difference between being in the glare of the sun and stepping inside into controlled, lukewarm, artificial light is a whole new obstacle to overcome. Her first shuffling footfalls into the actual building structure are unsure, quiet.]
Hello ... ?
[As if Ven's march into the kitchen and the ensuing noise isn't indication enough, she calls out for the third resident of their household.]
Terra ... we're home.
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[Deep breaths, Aqua. Don't stop now.]
Master Xehanort ... in your body ... he turned his Keyblade on your body and fell into darkness.
[Stealing a glance upward nervously, trying to measure and gauge his reactions. Mumbled --]
So ... I went in after you.
[And even more quietly.]
My armor and Glider pulled you out before the portal closed. I didn't... make it in time.
[ ... More like she fell freely into darkness after saying her goodbyes to him and everyone else.]
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What...?
[He's back up on his feet in an instant. What is the wrong question.]
Why? Why did you do that?
[His own outburst startles him, but this time he doesn't try to temper his feelings. He's angry all of a sudden -- angry and horrified.]
What do you mean you didn't make it in time?!