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queenofheartsrp2012-11-19 08:49 pm
starofpleiades) wrote in queenofheartsrp2012-11-19 08:49 pm
4th Course - Salt [Video]
[In the late evening, the video suddenly turns on as there's a loud thump and a splatter, like something wet just hit the ground next to the vine. At the first, the picture is dark and its hard to make out the shape there. A trembling silhouette, hunched over as it rises unsteadily off the ground - the form seems small and thin, but draped in lengthy darkness - hair? - but also the limbs seems somehow... too long. Claws?
What little light there is reflects off the eyes of the cats coming to greet the new arrival, but as they draw closer, they hiss and their hair stands on end before they turn and run. The figure in the dark collapses back onto the ground again, curling up, shrinking in on itself.
For a moment, all is still. Then there's a soft, muffled noise as that huddled figure trembles. Sobbing. The vine finally sheds some light on the situation, illuminating the curled, dripping wet form of Kazumi, curled up in a glen on the grassy floor, clutching herself and sobbing quietly. It's a few moments before she opens her eyes, looking around, noticing the vine for the first time. She looks helpless, lost, but her first question isn't "Where am I?"]
Who am I? What am I?
What little light there is reflects off the eyes of the cats coming to greet the new arrival, but as they draw closer, they hiss and their hair stands on end before they turn and run. The figure in the dark collapses back onto the ground again, curling up, shrinking in on itself.
For a moment, all is still. Then there's a soft, muffled noise as that huddled figure trembles. Sobbing. The vine finally sheds some light on the situation, illuminating the curled, dripping wet form of Kazumi, curled up in a glen on the grassy floor, clutching herself and sobbing quietly. It's a few moments before she opens her eyes, looking around, noticing the vine for the first time. She looks helpless, lost, but her first question isn't "Where am I?"]
Who am I? What am I?
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Huh.
So, you had someone else's memories? And none of your own at all?
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Well... then, you do have memories of your own, so there's that.
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I'm just a fake!
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Do you want some actual company? Or at least a towel and tissue?
Anyway, you're not a fake. Fakes are people that're actively trying to trick someone. You're someone who got confused. Maybe tricked.
You may not be the person you thought you were, but... you're still you.
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I'm... me... but I don't know who that is anymore...
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[And she's off! A few moments later, she arrives, following a guide bird. There's a wet cloth over her nose and mouth, and she's toting a backpack. Wordlessly, she produces a towel and flops it over Kazumi's shoulders and head, then crouches next to her.]
Brought a thermos of stew, too. You'll probably need something warm. We can deal with the identity problems once you're not at risk of a chill. Here. [And she offers a handful of tissues as well.]
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