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bloodandblunder) wrote2013-06-18 07:49 pm
bloodandblunder) wrote2013-06-18 07:49 pm
↯IC Contact
[ BEEP. ]
voicemail; action ; video[ BEEP. ]
We can't talk in person because it'd be too much of a pain to go and find you, so just deal with it.
[Now with that out of the way—]
You did good. Looks like you're made of tougher stuff than I thought, huh? But you're probably still just soft-hearted enough that you're depressed over what happened, which is completely stupid 'cause you did the right thing. Anyway, I'm just here to tell you that you did well, okay? You hear me? And I don't do this for just anyone, so be thankful! Consider this thanks for the cooking lesson. My part in this whole friendship thing, right?
... Gah, this is seriously annoying. Why am I doing this kind of thing anyway? Geez...
But remember what I said, all right? I'll be seriously pissed off if you don't keep it in mind! You can't just ignore the words of the great Zohra Rom, especially when I go out of my way to leave a message like this. I won't forgive you if you don't, understand?
See ya.
[Click!]
[Now with that out of the way—]
You did good. Looks like you're made of tougher stuff than I thought, huh? But you're probably still just soft-hearted enough that you're depressed over what happened, which is completely stupid 'cause you did the right thing. Anyway, I'm just here to tell you that you did well, okay? You hear me? And I don't do this for just anyone, so be thankful! Consider this thanks for the cooking lesson. My part in this whole friendship thing, right?
... Gah, this is seriously annoying. Why am I doing this kind of thing anyway? Geez...
But remember what I said, all right? I'll be seriously pissed off if you don't keep it in mind! You can't just ignore the words of the great Zohra Rom, especially when I go out of my way to leave a message like this. I won't forgive you if you don't, understand?
See ya.
[Click!]
Edited 2013-06-19 06:02 (UTC)
( this didn't actually happen. but imagine if it did. )
The wonderfully realistic logic of «UnderWorld» dictates that, should a native resident of that world — that is, an artificial soul — spend a long enough time with another during their lifetime, then upon their death, there is a chance that they may leave an «imprint» of themselves on that other. Such is the nature of a «partial fluctlight». Furthermore, what if the aforementioned phenomenon were combined with some ( equally ambiguous ) «Sacred Art of Recording»...?
Now Eugeo, whether intentionally or not, left his steel sword lying at the feet of his killer, Noire, as she erased his existence from the place known as «Haven». Seeing as he was no longer present to witness her next move, he couldn't possibly know whether or not she chose to take the sword; however, given her personality, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that she may have spent a number of sleepless nights cradling that battered weapon. Should that be true... on one of those nights, a faint yet familiar voice may have called out to her.
It's not your fault, Noire.
... I don't know exactly what happened, but there are only a few situations where you'd have my sword without me being there. You're not a thief, so -- I'm probably dead. And in such a case, you'd definitely blame yourself.
I can't tell you not to; I've figured out that much, at least. But I can tell you that I don't blame you. Whatever it was you did or didn't do... if you stood by and watched me die, if you weren't there at all... even if you were the one to kill me, none of that's your fault. I still don't think I ever deserved your kindness, but I know for sure that you wouldn't intentionally hurt one of your... friends.
— Being friends with you made me really happy. You often said that you wished you could do something to help me, but really... you were always helping. You see... when you first told me about your world, and the Risen... I was horrified. To think that a life like that could exist... honestly, part of me wanted to forget everything you'd just said back then. 'Those «Risen» aren't here, so there's no need to worry' -- I actually thought such shameful things. Then when the fog came and suddenly people were slaughtering other people, even their close comrades, based on powers of all things... I wanted to run away then, too. I thought I couldn't handle how ugly human nature really was.
But that world of illusive bliss was the very world I rejected — though I had to remind myself of that many times. And you reminded me most of all. I'm a really selfish person, but even after everything you witnessed back home, you never gave up fighting.
I'm truly grateful to you, Noire.
So please don't cry. Not over someone like me.
Erm... [ System Call, end message... ]
The wonderfully realistic logic of «UnderWorld» dictates that, should a native resident of that world — that is, an artificial soul — spend a long enough time with another during their lifetime, then upon their death, there is a chance that they may leave an «imprint» of themselves on that other. Such is the nature of a «partial fluctlight». Furthermore, what if the aforementioned phenomenon were combined with some ( equally ambiguous ) «Sacred Art of Recording»...?
Now Eugeo, whether intentionally or not, left his steel sword lying at the feet of his killer, Noire, as she erased his existence from the place known as «Haven». Seeing as he was no longer present to witness her next move, he couldn't possibly know whether or not she chose to take the sword; however, given her personality, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that she may have spent a number of sleepless nights cradling that battered weapon. Should that be true... on one of those nights, a faint yet familiar voice may have called out to her.
It's not your fault, Noire.
... I don't know exactly what happened, but there are only a few situations where you'd have my sword without me being there. You're not a thief, so -- I'm probably dead. And in such a case, you'd definitely blame yourself.
I can't tell you not to; I've figured out that much, at least. But I can tell you that I don't blame you. Whatever it was you did or didn't do... if you stood by and watched me die, if you weren't there at all... even if you were the one to kill me, none of that's your fault. I still don't think I ever deserved your kindness, but I know for sure that you wouldn't intentionally hurt one of your... friends.
— Being friends with you made me really happy. You often said that you wished you could do something to help me, but really... you were always helping. You see... when you first told me about your world, and the Risen... I was horrified. To think that a life like that could exist... honestly, part of me wanted to forget everything you'd just said back then. 'Those «Risen» aren't here, so there's no need to worry' -- I actually thought such shameful things. Then when the fog came and suddenly people were slaughtering other people, even their close comrades, based on powers of all things... I wanted to run away then, too. I thought I couldn't handle how ugly human nature really was.
But that world of illusive bliss was the very world I rejected — though I had to remind myself of that many times. And you reminded me most of all. I'm a really selfish person, but even after everything you witnessed back home, you never gave up fighting.
I'm truly grateful to you, Noire.
So please don't cry. Not over someone like me.
Erm... [ System Call, end message... ]
Edited 2013-06-30 06:01 (UTC)
[ it's true that no one would follow him intentionally this time because Noire is just doing her part to scavenge for cans. She's hidden in one of the darker corners of the other buildings, trying to make sense of tomato paste, when something (perhaps those tingling senses that are similar to CURSE CURSE CURSE but are more like DANGER DANGER DANGER) prompts her to look up. Maybe the flash of color that shouldn't be up that high.
But whatever it is, she does look.
Just in time to see Eugeo plunge off a building. ]
But whatever it is, she does look.
Just in time to see Eugeo plunge off a building. ]
[ the following takes place within three seconds:
Is that--
No, it couldn't be, he seemed so determined, he wouldn't do anything as reckless as--
Oh, gods.
OH GODS OH GODS THAT REALLY IS EUGEO AND HE'S FALLING HOW COULD HE JUST THROW HIMSELF OFF HE HAS SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR I DON'T KNOW ANY CURSES TO REVERSE A FALL WHAT DO I DO HE'S GOING TO DIE
Also, she's running. Her tomato paste will have to wait. ]
Is that--
No, it couldn't be, he seemed so determined, he wouldn't do anything as reckless as--
Oh, gods.
OH GODS OH GODS THAT REALLY IS EUGEO AND HE'S FALLING HOW COULD HE JUST THROW HIMSELF OFF HE HAS SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR I DON'T KNOW ANY CURSES TO REVERSE A FALL WHAT DO I DO HE'S GOING TO DIE
Also, she's running. Her tomato paste will have to wait. ]
[ and to think, she'd been vowing to keep her arrows safe and not to use them unless absolutely necessary.
And yet she's already grabbing two, and thankfully, if there's anything Noire doesn't hesitate in, it's her aim. She's spent too many years perfecting headshots to knock riders off their flying mounts and firing at the general area around Inigo to doubt her aim now.
Except maybe there's a .4 second worry that she'll miss and shoot through his arms, but by then, the arrows are already flying. Hopefully to catch his sleeves and pin him to the building, and thank the gods these arrows aren't wooden. She's had to make a general guess for his position when the arrows reach him; he might be a little closer to the ground, but she's prepared to shoot again if she misses. ]
And yet she's already grabbing two, and thankfully, if there's anything Noire doesn't hesitate in, it's her aim. She's spent too many years perfecting headshots to knock riders off their flying mounts and firing at the general area around Inigo to doubt her aim now.
Except maybe there's a .4 second worry that she'll miss and shoot through his arms, but by then, the arrows are already flying. Hopefully to catch his sleeves and pin him to the building, and thank the gods these arrows aren't wooden. She's had to make a general guess for his position when the arrows reach him; he might be a little closer to the ground, but she's prepared to shoot again if she misses. ]
[ It happens too quickly for him to react properly, partly because he's concentrating so hard on directing aerial element downward rather than sideways, and partly because having arrows whizzing at him is one of the last things he's expecting— ]
Uwaaaaaaah!
[ Yep, she's got him on this one. One confused boy pinned by the sleeves a third of the way up a building, check. ]
Uwaaaaaaah!
[ Yep, she's got him on this one. One confused boy pinned by the sleeves a third of the way up a building, check. ]
[ well, that's not an agonized scream, and it doesn't look like his arms were detached or covered in blood, so she'll allow herself a quick breath that's more like a relieved sigh.
And then she'll walk closer, until she's standing directly underneath him.
He might not want to look down, because the look on her face is entirely unreadable. ]
And then she'll walk closer, until she's standing directly underneath him.
He might not want to look down, because the look on her face is entirely unreadable. ]
... Does your life really mean that little to you?
H-hold still!! You'll fall if you come loose!
...
[ yeah, it's so reassuring that of course she accepts that he knows what he's doing.
Ahahahaha.
Yeah, no, she's just going to look absolutely stricken instead. ]
W-what?!
[ yeah, it's so reassuring that of course she accepts that he knows what he's doing.
Ahahahaha.
Yeah, no, she's just going to look absolutely stricken instead. ]
W-what?!
Sorry, I didn't catch that... [ you being so high up and all. ]
... Can you? I-I mean, without breaking anything, or--
[ In response, he pulls with both arms, arrows still attached to his sleeves — then begins a somewhat wobbly but reasonably controlled descent to the ground. He even lands feet first (though the two long seconds of staggering may possibly detract from that particular success).
But look, he's fine! ]
But look, he's fine! ]
[ for a second, Noire stares, poised as though she was ready to step forward and try to catch him.
... Then she takes a step back, wobbles, and sinks to the ground. ]
You're all right...
... Then she takes a step back, wobbles, and sinks to the ground. ]
You're all right...
That's not the point!
[ and she'll glare at him as fiercely as she can, except she's already tearing up, so it's actually not all that scary. ]
Y-you shouldn't do things like that without someone nearby, just in case you mess up and then you're a broken body on the ground a-and-- no one would-- I was so scared!
[ and she'll glare at him as fiercely as she can, except she's already tearing up, so it's actually not all that scary. ]
Y-you shouldn't do things like that without someone nearby, just in case you mess up and then you're a broken body on the ground a-and-- no one would-- I was so scared!
[ If anyone can look apologetic, forlorn, guilty, resentful and embarrassed — in that order— all in the space of a couple of seconds, it's him.
Well, he would have had to tell her at some point. ]
... Remember how I told you about my sword feeling lighter with each kill?
Well, he would have had to tell her at some point. ]
... Remember how I told you about my sword feeling lighter with each kill?
Edited (grammar pls) 2013-10-10 18:11 (UTC)
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