Terra (
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allsoend2014-01-07 11:35 am
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Ash and dust
Who: Terra and other(s).
What: Terra finally pulls himself together enough to take note of his surroundings.
Where: Starting at Terra's heart station.
Warnings: TBD.
He doesn't notice the change at first; the inside of one heart is much the same as another, in many ways. But slowly, he realizes that this is different: there's no smothering cloud, no one stopping him. There's space, of a sort. Slowly, he begins to piece himself together.
The result is still a little strange by the time he realizes he can speak: his skin has a dull sheen to it, like metal, and his movements are slow and strange. He's in half a suit of armor, give or take, bits and pieces interspersed with his ordinary clothes.
But he has his voice, and he hopes there's someone (someone else) to speak to.
Aqua? ...Ven?
Then, less clearly, as he hesitates, worried about what the answer may be,
Is there anybody there?
What: Terra finally pulls himself together enough to take note of his surroundings.
Where: Starting at Terra's heart station.
Warnings: TBD.
He doesn't notice the change at first; the inside of one heart is much the same as another, in many ways. But slowly, he realizes that this is different: there's no smothering cloud, no one stopping him. There's space, of a sort. Slowly, he begins to piece himself together.
The result is still a little strange by the time he realizes he can speak: his skin has a dull sheen to it, like metal, and his movements are slow and strange. He's in half a suit of armor, give or take, bits and pieces interspersed with his ordinary clothes.
But he has his voice, and he hopes there's someone (someone else) to speak to.
Aqua? ...Ven?
Then, less clearly, as he hesitates, worried about what the answer may be,
Is there anybody there?
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He raises a hand to reach out without realizing until he's done it that the world is too far away to touch, if he even could. "I'm sorry." He's learned a lot about waiting, and being alone, and this world has been alone for far longer with nothing to wait for.
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The desire is notable, felt through the pure essence of the heart... even if they are not in the same space. For a world, such a thing is innate, and it's humbling in a way that someone would reach for him - his voice drops, his words coming quietly as he reaches back with the essence of his heart, that feeling of being held by sturdy stone, of being sheltered from the storms.
"Tch, thou hast no business apologizing. Perhaps for a time we kept each other company."
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He doesn't let himself get too used to it, though. He doesn't want to rely on anyone else's strength. (No matter how exhausting it can be, having only his own.)
From the sound of it, strength is at a premium. "It - she has to be stopped. That's not right." There are still people he has to protect. "How do you stop something like that?"
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"Aye, that is the general sentiment. 'T is a riddle, that thy brethren seek to unravel before it is too late. How doth one awaken the sleeper when one is within?"
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"But I should speak not of matters I am ill-prepared to handle. The others have been investigating in their way, I am certain that they will share what they know with you with little question."
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Perhaps it was all right.
"If thou desirest to find me, I will be within thy reach."
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"I'm glad. I have to go look for my other friends, but I'll come see you."
Then he's gone from his Station.