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queenofheartsrp2010-12-10 05:08 pm
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Entry tags:
- ! video,
- xion | mnementomori,
- † ai enma | miss_enma_ai,
- † caprica-six | experiencedlove,
- † katniss everdeen | anythingburns,
- † kazumi hagino | yakuza_otaku,
- † miwako ihara | foundaplace,
- † rosalina | celestialmama,
- † shizuru fujino | crazyfornatsuki,
- † signum | brustriese,
- † stephanie brown | gravityfists,
- † the phoenix | willbereborn,
- † utsuho reiuji | uraniumtea,
- † yukari yakumo | border_phantasm,
- † yuna | faythfulprayer
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[ Caprica has been avoiding Gaius's house ever since she accidentally conjured it from her memories. Once she considered trying to burn it down, but eventually decided she couldn't bear it. The original is already ash and splinters because of her; she doesn't want to repeat that.
But inevitably, she's back there again, sitting on the balcony, where a tendril of the Vine has crept its way up the side of the house — it's becoming part of this place. She has a cocktail glass of something a dull green color — ambrosia and rum, almost unbearably sweet, but she likes it that way — and she's staring off past the mirror, watching the lake as the sun begins to set over it.
When she speaks, her tone is idly curious, or seems that way. She still doesn't look at the mirror. ]
What do all of you miss? From home.
But inevitably, she's back there again, sitting on the balcony, where a tendril of the Vine has crept its way up the side of the house — it's becoming part of this place. She has a cocktail glass of something a dull green color — ambrosia and rum, almost unbearably sweet, but she likes it that way — and she's staring off past the mirror, watching the lake as the sun begins to set over it.
When she speaks, her tone is idly curious, or seems that way. She still doesn't look at the mirror. ]
What do all of you miss? From home.
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I don't miss anything. I still need to go back.
[And she immediately looks a little awkward because that's not true, she misses all the people she left behind, she misses Peeta and Prim and Gale and everyone.]
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Why would you need to go back?
[ It's not surprise — Caprica herself needs to go back to her world, even if sometimes she doesn't want to. But she's still curious. ]
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...That's all. I need to find out what happened to them.
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I would say...my home.
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After a pause (and a thought that perhaps Caprica needs a distraction), Rosalina responds: ]
I miss it all, I suppose. Especially my children.
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There's a sort of gentleness in her tone when she speaks again. ] You have children?
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In a manner of speaking. We chose each other, the Luma and I. They had lost their mother and I had lost mine; so we decided to form our own family. One that would always be together.
[ Another emotion flickers and fades across her face. The irony of her last comment is not lost n her. ]
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[ She means this. Caprica is sure that if she had a child and had come to this place without them, she wouldn't be able to bear it. ]
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[ She looks briefly uncomfortable. It's one thing to simply speak of her children to strangers, to simply state that she misses them, as any mother would. It's quite another to open her heart to a stranger and say exactly how much she misses them. ]
I know I'll see them again. However long that may take...
What is it that you miss, if you don't mind my asking?
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[ The question makes her pause, and she takes a sip of her drink before answering. She does not miss New Caprica at all by now, but there are other things — living on a basestar, most definitely. And her sister Sixes, not that she can talk about them. Rosalina is still supposed to believe she's human. ]
There's someone... Someone I'm very close to, back home. [ A faint, slightly bitter smile touches one corner of her mouth, and she glances around her briefly. ] This was his house, actually.
[ Her feelings for Gaius have gotten incredibly complicated, but she still loves him and she can't help but miss him. ]
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[ She isn't familiar with that kind of love. Not personally. She recognizes it in others, encourages it as best she can, but she has never experienced it, nor has she ever been the one who could help untangle its complications with sound advice. Her concept of love is still very naive: something that endures, something eternal. Only death could truly separate one from someone special.
The consequences of living so far from humans: she can observe the nature of the universe, but not the complications of love. ]
This house must have been conjured by mistake, then.
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Yes, it was.
But... in some ways, it's nice to see it again. [ Caprica shouldn't be admitting to that, either, but she is. ]
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Will...will you use it as a place to live, if it doesn't move like the other houses here?
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I don't know. I may.
[ So many ghosts of old memories the place brings up... but, for the most part, they're happy ones. And she's clinging to that right now. ]
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When she speaks, it's as if she's speaking to herself. ]
I've heard...matter from the wild places... Even if it isn't quite home, it's more than what we've been given.
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And the places... like the manga store down the street from home...
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And the rest of my family, but I'm used to long missions like this.
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[ Caprica's tone is quietly curious, but patient, like talking to a child — because that's the impression of Birdie that has stuck in her head. ]
video.
No, and yes, sometimes, Blackie, the Black Dog, he comes and he goes and he is only met where Death goes, he is it, Death, yes he is, he barks but doesn't bite. [ She looks up at Alison and smiles, her face all happy. She's sitting in front of the mirror, knees up to her chest, arms around her legs. One of her hands touches the mirror idly, impressed with the house. She has never seen one quite like before and she wonders if that's what a castle is, fingers idly tracing the objects reflected from the other side. ] There's the warm one, too, protector, so warm, very nice, and the bird of Spring, we like to play and dance.
{ video }
[She would say her guardians, but they're one in the same, and now isn't the time to explain something like that.]
Why do you ask?
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No real reason. I was just curious.
[ Caprica runs one finger around the rim of her glass, idly. ]
Do you wish they were here with you, or you were back home with them?
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[She sounds regretful, but worried above any of that.]
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Is there something you miss dearly?
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They were all I really had.