[This is not the Tsukino Usagi most people see. There's no bright smile, no flailing or laughing, not even that desparate bid to make the best of things
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[Well that's not normal. Every other time he's seen her like this it's the same sort of thing. He doesn't bother messaging her, she's in a park, and that's enough for him to find her. It doesn't take long to get there, and he just drops down onto the swing beside her.]
[It's a few minutes after the accidental post, but instead of a word, there's a thornless red rose extended to Usagi. If she follows it, the arm will extend up to shoulders with red hair spilling over, and knowing green eyes. Shuichi offers a faint smile.]
[She freezes. She hardly dares move her head to look, but it is a rose. Can it be-?
Hope is too strong and she can almost see it turning out the way she wants it to, but the arm belongs to someone else, the face of the giver belongs to someone else.
It's cruel, the vivid reminder of who else hasn't been here since those early days. She swallows hard and reminds herself he has no way to know it.]
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[Shuichi's smile becomes apologetic, and he sits in the swing quietly next to her.] Something tells me I should have brought you a different flower. I'm sorry. Tell me your favorite, I'll be sure to bring it next time, if I can find it.
[He finds her, even if she hasn't given her coordinates, and didn't know she was broadcasting at all. It takes him too long in his own mind, but Sokka finds Usagi. Seeing her sitting there on the swing alone, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. Another friend gone, another friend gone, another friend gone...]
[Sokka makes no attempt to hide his approach, but as he nears her, he finds himself slowing. Usually so bright and vivid even under the worst conditions, seeing his dear friend so forlorn feels like injury added to injury.]
[He stops close behind her, hand reaching for her shoulder and voices a low and broken attempt at her name.] Usagi...
[His presence is a reminder she needs right now: She is still not alone. Rei-chan is here, Michiru-san is here, and she's made friends here that aren't from her world.
But those friends from her world have been through so much with her. They're special to her in a way she can't articulate well, built through their battles, their hardships, their triumphs, their celebrations.
She acts as if she doesn't see Sokka, for just a few seconds. Then she turns to face him.]
Sokka. What are you doing out here? [She tries for a smile; a small one surfaces.]
[He feels like his heart is breaking a little here. There's no hiding it, Usagi, Sokka knows your pain. He steps around to give her a good look.] I've come to see you. Is that okay?
[The kitten grows tired of its explorations and make an impressive leap into Usagi's lap. Instead of laughing or enthusing over it, she pets it distractedly, and seems to speak to it.]
You're still here, huh, Pearl? But I wonder about everyone else sometimes.
[Offline - Puppet]bcuzofmiasmaAugust 28 2011, 23:03:20 UTC
[ The hunched over creature of mud and soil approaches Usagi, and is soon sitting on his haunches in front of her. It's making no hostile actions whatsoever. Finally it speaks, it's eyes glowing somewhat as it does; in Naraku's voice. ]
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Hi.
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Hey.
[Her voice is soft, though she manages a very small smile. She supposes she's not fooling anyone at this point, though, so she explains it simply.]
Haruka-san went home. I should be happy, but I just can't be right now.
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Oh-- Really? That-- Right.
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[It's a lame joke, and sounds too loud to her own ears.]
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Hope is too strong and she can almost see it turning out the way she wants it to, but the arm belongs to someone else, the face of the giver belongs to someone else.
It's cruel, the vivid reminder of who else hasn't been here since those early days. She swallows hard and reminds herself he has no way to know it.]
Shuichi-kun...
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These are my favorites.
They remind me of home, too. [Evasive, perhaps, but no less true.]
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[Sokka makes no attempt to hide his approach, but as he nears her, he finds himself slowing. Usually so bright and vivid even under the worst conditions, seeing his dear friend so forlorn feels like injury added to injury.]
[He stops close behind her, hand reaching for her shoulder and voices a low and broken attempt at her name.] Usagi...
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But those friends from her world have been through so much with her. They're special to her in a way she can't articulate well, built through their battles, their hardships, their triumphs, their celebrations.
She acts as if she doesn't see Sokka, for just a few seconds. Then she turns to face him.]
Sokka. What are you doing out here? [She tries for a smile; a small one surfaces.]
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Go ahead. It'll be nice to have company. [There's an open swing just for you if you want a seat, Sokka.]
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You're still here, huh, Pearl? But I wonder about everyone else sometimes.
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You have lost a loved one.
[ It's a statement, not a question. ]
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My friend from home went back. I'll miss her a lot. Even if I know it's better for her there.
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'scuse me, miss? Are you alright?
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Who- Wait!
[Then she sees the communicator. Crap. It's her own fault. She puffs out a sigh.]
Sorry about that.
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You looked sad.
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