Simone felt Tamara more then she saw her. Her own form starting to fade, the memories that she had seen when she closed her eyes were still there still an echo. She knew what she was, and she knew it was time to go home. But still it was hard knowing that she wasn't going to see her 'friends' again. Even if she hadn't made that many. Closing her eyes one last time unable to watch as Tamara's soul gem fell to the ground. She felt herself fading as well.
After she decided to leave the minsters and fights she had led to here. The man was looked kind, it made her little bit suspicious. But she tried to think it like her own sensitive feeling not rational judgement.
The man showed her a shining candle. He talked about it but she could not understand because now she felt nervous, worried about if she had ruined everything and lost the chance she had managed to catch. This made her disappointed with explosion of worries.
But I should believe him. She told herself calm or at least superficially.
Roll 1: 5 Roll 2: 5 Roll 3: 9 Total: 19 Crystal Obtained!
Damage taken: 10 per.
Sorry for mess up but I had no choice ;_;
Then the man asked her to close her eyes. She terribly wondered if she should or not but finally decided to do. It was too short time to think wise, however, she even did not noticed it because of the nervousness.
She closed her eyes, obeying the man and wishing this was right decision. It was little chilly but not notoriously. Just fine cold. It was odd sentence but it was. And she heard the humming voice filled with somewhat peaceful things.
She memorized kinda happy sad memories. Oh, there even conflicts with others. She was...
NO. She was not herself. She was-
She awoke with dizzy sense. The man told her odd words. With dazzling head she could not absorb it. She became full of confusion. Who was, no who's, no who am I?
Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:29 pm
The decision to leave what she had known as a loosing fight, to leave behind those she had somewhat befriended and to know they would die, was not one Poppy made lightly. By the time she reached the person who beckoned for her to hurry she had to fist tears from her face, else her vision would be obscured and trip her up. That just could not do, for now was not the time to mess up something when already it felt like leaving had been a huge mistake. The birdcage rattled loudly as the young girl shifted it from side to side, the small cracked gem inside making an awful noise that seemed to make up for her suddenly small voice. "I'm here, I'm here..." She told the creature that hastened her forward, mumbling when she wanted to scream. The thing shown to her made no sense, made no memories surge forward which left Poppy with a bitter taste in her mouth. What did this... This whatever it was thing matter? It was just an object compared to the girls who had stayed with Marshmallow Kitty and who were probably dying as they spoke. This other person valued their lives below that of some... Some green jeweled thing! "Of course I'm not 'aware of my existence'!" Poppy finally spoke up in semblance of her old self, something louder and upset. "I don't know anything! That's why I'm here! That's why... That's why I left everyone and... And..." She sighed and gave up trying to argue. It wouldn't matter, it wasn't worth it when her heart was breaking over the fact she'd so callously left the girls she had been becoming friends with. But willing to give it a chance, Poppy nodded softly, quickly wiped away the last little bit of her tears and with a deep breath, closed her eyes.
The first thing she feels is a familiar, sterile cold. Then there is someone humming, and that feels rather familiar too. It feels close, nearly tangible so that the girl reaches out in the darkness to brush her fingertips against the sound. Instead she feels wires, a soft blanket, then a tiny p***k on the tip of her finger. That's sad, that part hurts more in a way that is not real but something that is supposed to pass after a while. It doesn't. There are smiles that come next, people grinning and hoping and steadily loosing that hope. After all, for a small girl hope is intangible, but the truth is priceless. And the truth is so precious sometimes too. Maybe a year if she's lucky. (She was very lucky it seemed.) Three months now. Two months. Then another bout of being extremely lucky and back to half a year. But then something odd and disjointed, something that felt far too happy and carefree. It didn't make sense, for that jars the girl out of her little spot of darkness and she frowns. That's not Poppy... That's...
"Oh... Oh, the truth is always a little painful isn't it?"
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"I feel weird when I touch mine. Like something isn't quite right." Konnie liked the shiny gem, but it felt sort of fragile. To keep it safe, the girl kept it tucked away in her sash, taking it out now just to show Connie. "Ah!" It appeared hers as well shared a very similar scar. She tucked it back away before dusting her hands on the front of her dress again, offering a hand back in return when the other girl offered hers.
"I'm Konnie, Connie!" Giggling at the astounding similarity in sound, Konnie shook Connie's hand. "I like your hair! Lets be friends!" Even in such a time when she didn't know the half of what was going on around her, the Orcablade-wielder thought there was no harm in making friends. Afterall, they were in the same situation.
"I don't remember a wish, but I think we can be friends with this ...uh... thing too! The fluffy one from before and this one! We don't need to fight if we can all talk together, right?!" Konnie seemed confident that it was possible; talking over all their troubles with words rather than hurting anyone. "I don't want anyone to be hurt!"
"Coooool," Connie said. They had the same name! Maybe. She wasn't sure how this other girl spelled hers, but it hardly mattered. Connie looked down at her gem, weighing Konnie's words with a small smile. She supposed it did feel strange. Now that she thought about it, that was probably the reason she liked it. Everything felt weird around here. When she touched the odd red stone, it made her feel like she belonged.
"Okay!" she agreed. "I could use a friend. All of mine seem to have gone away." She wondered why that was, and for a moment she could see girl after girl fading from existence out of the corner of her eye. It was a little bit upsetting, but once she grabbed Konnie's hand, it didn't seem all that bad.
"So... what should we do now?" Hair-braiding, hopscotch, tag, there was so much fun to be had!
"Yeah..." Konnie squeezed Connie's hand at the sight of the other figures among them fading out of existence. "But- I think they're still with us! We have to believe they're still okay, right? Maybe they're going where we should be too." As for what they should do now, Konnie clanked the tip of her sword against the ground, contemplating what she'd thought she heard the voice say to them. "Close our eyes... and count to ten?" First Konnie tilted her head, smiling at Connie and gauging her reaction for approval before taking a long breath and beginning to let her eyelids fall.
Connie nodded enthusiastically and stood up straight again. Yes. This sounded like something they should do. When she finally looked at the other girl properly, Konnie's eyes were already closed. Connie shut hers as well, listening to the numbers grow larger and softer at the same time. There was music too; singing or humming, she couldn't tell which.
All in a rush, she felt her stomach drop sharply, but she was done being afraid. She felt exhilarated. Was this what she had wished for? What a strange sensation. At first, she couldn't smell anything at all, but then the musky tang of grilled sandwiches, macaroni topped with charred, brown glop, pizza, popcorn, cheese reached her nose. She smiled.
A'qilah hugged herself, and rubbed her own arms as she closed her eyes, her brow furrowed. This stranger was being very mysterious... But who else could she trust?
At first, it seemed like nothing happened; she was just standing there, feeling a little silly... Maybe she should have stayed and fought, after all? And then the memories begun to flow. She saw smiles and frowns and tear-filled eyes. She felt happiness, anger, disappointment, sadness-
But when she opened her eyes, she felt hollow and empty, like someone had gone into her heart and took out its contents. She wanted so much to wail and cry about how unfair it was, but she couldn't find enough motivation or will to do it... Maybe a small part of her was already prepared for this. That she was not real. That she never had a family, or a home to return to.
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