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swordprincess) wrote2014-06-06 03:52 pm
swordprincess) wrote2014-06-06 03:52 pm
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011 [Accidental Video]
[Karla still hasn't gotten over that dying in Zompania thing. The memory of drowning in death flashes through her mind over and over again, especially at night.]
[One such night has her springing up in her bed with a shriek.] Brother!
[Oh...it's just that same nightmare again. Karla pulls her knees to her chest, sobbing for a brief moment. When she pulls herself together, she stands, pacing around the room. Eventually, she wanders over to the journal lying open on her desk. As tempting as it is to call out to someone, most people are probably asleep at this hour. Al of her fellow draftees must have been as worn out as she was. Karla shuffles a page or two in the journal, unintentionally starting the video feed. Of course she would only call out to the one person who can't hear her.]
Dear Brother...I still cannot reach you. I'm so afraid...afraid that I'll never find you. I always was afraid...I just never knew it until now.
[The battle is also fresh in her mind, the heat and ferocity of it all. While she was fighting, she was able to forget her pain and her fear. But the thought of relying on violence to comfort herself from such things isn't exactly comforting.]
What have I become...? I don't want to be like this...but I still want to find you! I...I don't know what to do...!
[She clutches her head as if to contain an explosion, sobbing again all the while. She plops down on the edge of her bed, gradually pulling herself together again.]
I'm tired...but so restless. I don't want to spend my whole life fighting...but I can't stop either! [The sooner she finds Karel, the sooner she can lay down the sword for good.] So I'll keep searching for you...it's the only answer I have...
[She falls silent for a moment, feeling as though she was being watched. She glances around the room slowly. Throughout her journey, she would tell herself that Karel was watching her somehow. It was mostly wishful thinking on her part. But now that she's actually feeling this, it's very unsettling.]
...Brother...?
[One such night has her springing up in her bed with a shriek.] Brother!
[Oh...it's just that same nightmare again. Karla pulls her knees to her chest, sobbing for a brief moment. When she pulls herself together, she stands, pacing around the room. Eventually, she wanders over to the journal lying open on her desk. As tempting as it is to call out to someone, most people are probably asleep at this hour. Al of her fellow draftees must have been as worn out as she was. Karla shuffles a page or two in the journal, unintentionally starting the video feed. Of course she would only call out to the one person who can't hear her.]
Dear Brother...I still cannot reach you. I'm so afraid...afraid that I'll never find you. I always was afraid...I just never knew it until now.
[The battle is also fresh in her mind, the heat and ferocity of it all. While she was fighting, she was able to forget her pain and her fear. But the thought of relying on violence to comfort herself from such things isn't exactly comforting.]
What have I become...? I don't want to be like this...but I still want to find you! I...I don't know what to do...!
[She clutches her head as if to contain an explosion, sobbing again all the while. She plops down on the edge of her bed, gradually pulling herself together again.]
I'm tired...but so restless. I don't want to spend my whole life fighting...but I can't stop either! [The sooner she finds Karel, the sooner she can lay down the sword for good.] So I'll keep searching for you...it's the only answer I have...
[She falls silent for a moment, feeling as though she was being watched. She glances around the room slowly. Throughout her journey, she would tell herself that Karel was watching her somehow. It was mostly wishful thinking on her part. But now that she's actually feeling this, it's very unsettling.]
...Brother...?
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This would be useful if he could manage a soothing tone.]
Uhhh...
[He doesn't know how to do this. At all. Usually when Clove has nightmares he just lets her get up and leave if she wants. Talking to her or touching her when she's still waking up is...not advised. As he's found out.]
Your uh...your journal's open.
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Oh...
[She calmly walks over to the journal, picking it up.]
I had a feeling I was being watched. It was you, wasn't it?
[Not that she's particularly angry. Rather, she's kind of relieved that it's only someone she knows. Either way, her voice tone doesn't reflect any sort of emotion, except perhaps a hint of melancholy.]
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[screaming?]
waking up. Thought I'd let you know.
You shouldn't fall asleep with that open.
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[Oh, right. She did scream, didn't she?]
Thanks...I suppose. I guess that draft was...really haunting me.
[She thought she'd seen it all by now, with her travels, and the Luceti experiments and Battle Dome simulations. Truth is, she still hasn't seen anything.]
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[It feels stilted. Very forced, like she's keeping herself together just enough to talk to him.]
I'll...I can leave you alone if you want.
[If it were him, he'd want to go to the Battle Dome - reestablish himself as someone capable and good enough to fight off whatever shit was dragging him out of sleep.]
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[The way she's feeling now, she can't fall apart even if she tried. What would she do then? What would happen to her then?]
Well, you don't have to...unless you want to.
[Talking could be a welcome distraction, if they could just find something to talk about.]
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[Cato knows what it's like and...well, frankly he's left Clove alone enough that he doesn't really want to do that to someone else too because then it's a pattern.]