Rebel // 66 [Voice]
[This was it.
It was now or never.
Noel told herself and others that she wouldn't keep hiding forever. The more days that pass, the more empty that promise feels. You can't blame her, can you? She's been so scared. Facing them one at a time was enough, but to address a whole village was beyond something Noel was used to -- a village she's nearly destroyed.
She could run away. Just like all the other times.
But she won't.
There was no avoiding this. Even if the urge was strong, there was nowhere to go. This wasn't even something you could just... run from. For once, she would need to put her big girl pants on and run through with it. The conversations she'd held with the people she already spoke to are still fresh in her mind -- the words of encouragement telling her what to do. And in those last few days, she's been preparing for this. Painstakingly. Painfully. Just... pain.
How do you apologize for murdering people? For trying to murder them?
...and how could someone like Noel address everyone?
Luceti, you might be able to hear the feed playing, but no voice. The fumbling of what may be paper can be heard, though it's not seen. For the first time in weeks, Noel shows her face to everyone.
She looks terrified. Maybe even shaking a little, but she knows there's no turning back now. She feels like she can't speak, but she still manages to somehow force the words out.]
Um... c-citizens of Luceti. This is Noel Vermillion speaking. [Her eyes glance down and then back up.]
As many of you are aware, there was... a very dangerous incident that took place a few weeks ago. Many were injured, and some... died. [Wince.] Some of you are also aware that...
[...oh, come on, Noel. Not now with the wibbling. Not when you're talking to everyone in Luceti. She manages to take a deep breath, but the voice is strained:] ...th-that the perpetrator was... m-me.
[...
Another glance.] I know that what I did was horrible. I have hurt and upset so many. [...] I don't even know if apologizing for something like this will even change anything. H-However, I must make it clear that this was something I did not do on my own a... eh?
[...]
A... Accord...? Accord. --Th-The person I was back there wasn't something I could become at will. A few weeks prior to that incident, I was... kidnapped by the Malnosso. What I was back there was a result of their ex...perime-- mentation, but... um...
It was still... me.
[Almost done. Just keep reading-- er, speaking.]
I... want you all to know that I will make sure this doesn't happen again. And that I... [Another wince, and the pacing of her words quicken:] --am willing to answer your questions.
Thank... you.
[That should be the end. ...but it doesn't feel right. Noel crumbles the paper she held so tightly and lets it fall to the floor, her eyes shadowing.]
...and I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry.
[...
First order of business. Done. A few minutes later, she'll set up a filter for someone:]
[Filtered to Ragna // 95%]
Ragna, where are you? [...] I... I need to talk to you.
[ooc: coming off of the slowatus 8D]
It was now or never.
Noel told herself and others that she wouldn't keep hiding forever. The more days that pass, the more empty that promise feels. You can't blame her, can you? She's been so scared. Facing them one at a time was enough, but to address a whole village was beyond something Noel was used to -- a village she's nearly destroyed.
She could run away. Just like all the other times.
But she won't.
There was no avoiding this. Even if the urge was strong, there was nowhere to go. This wasn't even something you could just... run from. For once, she would need to put her big girl pants on and run through with it. The conversations she'd held with the people she already spoke to are still fresh in her mind -- the words of encouragement telling her what to do. And in those last few days, she's been preparing for this. Painstakingly. Painfully. Just... pain.
How do you apologize for murdering people? For trying to murder them?
...and how could someone like Noel address everyone?
Luceti, you might be able to hear the feed playing, but no voice. The fumbling of what may be paper can be heard, though it's not seen. For the first time in weeks, Noel shows her face to everyone.
She looks terrified. Maybe even shaking a little, but she knows there's no turning back now. She feels like she can't speak, but she still manages to somehow force the words out.]
Um... c-citizens of Luceti. This is Noel Vermillion speaking. [Her eyes glance down and then back up.]
As many of you are aware, there was... a very dangerous incident that took place a few weeks ago. Many were injured, and some... died. [Wince.] Some of you are also aware that...
[...oh, come on, Noel. Not now with the wibbling. Not when you're talking to everyone in Luceti. She manages to take a deep breath, but the voice is strained:] ...th-that the perpetrator was... m-me.
[...
Another glance.] I know that what I did was horrible. I have hurt and upset so many. [...] I don't even know if apologizing for something like this will even change anything. H-However, I must make it clear that this was something I did not do on my own a... eh?
[...]
A... Accord...? Accord. --Th-The person I was back there wasn't something I could become at will. A few weeks prior to that incident, I was... kidnapped by the Malnosso. What I was back there was a result of their ex...perime-- mentation, but... um...
It was still... me.
[Almost done. Just keep reading-- er, speaking.]
I... want you all to know that I will make sure this doesn't happen again. And that I... [Another wince, and the pacing of her words quicken:] --am willing to answer your questions.
Thank... you.
[That should be the end. ...but it doesn't feel right. Noel crumbles the paper she held so tightly and lets it fall to the floor, her eyes shadowing.]
...and I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry.
[...
First order of business. Done. A few minutes later, she'll set up a filter for someone:]
[Filtered to Ragna // 95%]
Ragna, where are you? [...] I... I need to talk to you.
[ooc: coming off of the slowatus 8D]