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Characters: Handmaiden (ice_echani)
Date/Time: October 14th, morning
Location: Handmaiden's house, Section 3
Rating: G
Summary: Handmaiden recieves a second memory crystal with a most ironic punishment.
Handmaiden had not bothered to move out of her Section 2 house for some time, simply because she did not care about the comfort of her living arrangements so long as they were clean. The artificial planting of mistletoe in the communal showers and the resulting... incident... had forced her hand. Still, she found that she rather enjoyed the larger space and greater privacy of the Section 3 housing. It was nice, and it offered more space for training.
As she opened the door to her closet, a strange glint caught her eye. Handmaiden raised an eyebrow as she reached out and pulled a hanger from the bar--wedged on by a ring was a memory crystal, identical in appearance to the one she had been given by the mysterious warrior two months ago. Careful not to touch the crystal itself, Handmaiden untangled it and took a seat on the small table in the bedroom.
What will this contain? she asked herself. She thought of her memory of the woman, and the poetry that she had recited for her. The figures in the wax museum... the voices from her dream. Handmaiden could not help the apprehension that rose in her. The mistress said that I had betrayed her. My sisters... I feared them, somehow. Not in the same way that a person would fear death or pain, but a sort of unstated, everyday dread.
Would they appear to her in this crystal? Would she be able to see at all?
There was only one way to find out... Handmaiden placed her hands on either end of the crystal.
When the memory ended, she felt... different. "Father," she whispered to herself. His hair, his face, his movements, the love she had felt. Father. Was he alive? His quarterstaff--it had been the same one she had found and repaired. It felt the same. It was more than just a familiar weapon she had found--it was a connection to her past, to the man that she no longer knew.
Had she been happy then? She did not know. At that moment with him, though, she had been. I wonder if he is still alive... someone was missing. Was it my mother? A son or daughter who died? She could not remember anything of her sisters but what she had seen in the museum. They had all been grown women, and seemed not to be too much older than her, but that did not necessarily mean anything. One could have died while she was as young as she had been in the memory.
Was the woman in white her mother? The mistress. No, perhaps not. She did not share Handmaiden's face, nor that of her sisters.
Had she even known her mother? That pang, a longing--Handmaiden could feel it echoing inside her now. But it was difficult to say if it was an old feeling returned, or simply the one she had come to know since arriving in Edensphere, the longing for her past.
Unfortunately she could see that there was a far more urgent matter now. Blinking, she looked out at her bedroom through transparent red plastic. Heavy fabric rustled as she stood--a cape? Reaching up to her face with black-gloved hands, Handmaiden felt an angular mask and helmet covering her head. Fumbling with it, she was relieved to discover that the triangular hatch over her mouth opened. At least she would be able to eat.
Going into the bathroom--heavy boots--she looked at herself in the mirror and just barely kept herself from groaning aloud.
Date/Time: October 14th, morning
Location: Handmaiden's house, Section 3
Rating: G
Summary: Handmaiden recieves a second memory crystal with a most ironic punishment.
Handmaiden had not bothered to move out of her Section 2 house for some time, simply because she did not care about the comfort of her living arrangements so long as they were clean. The artificial planting of mistletoe in the communal showers and the resulting... incident... had forced her hand. Still, she found that she rather enjoyed the larger space and greater privacy of the Section 3 housing. It was nice, and it offered more space for training.
As she opened the door to her closet, a strange glint caught her eye. Handmaiden raised an eyebrow as she reached out and pulled a hanger from the bar--wedged on by a ring was a memory crystal, identical in appearance to the one she had been given by the mysterious warrior two months ago. Careful not to touch the crystal itself, Handmaiden untangled it and took a seat on the small table in the bedroom.
What will this contain? she asked herself. She thought of her memory of the woman, and the poetry that she had recited for her. The figures in the wax museum... the voices from her dream. Handmaiden could not help the apprehension that rose in her. The mistress said that I had betrayed her. My sisters... I feared them, somehow. Not in the same way that a person would fear death or pain, but a sort of unstated, everyday dread.
Would they appear to her in this crystal? Would she be able to see at all?
There was only one way to find out... Handmaiden placed her hands on either end of the crystal.
When the memory ended, she felt... different. "Father," she whispered to herself. His hair, his face, his movements, the love she had felt. Father. Was he alive? His quarterstaff--it had been the same one she had found and repaired. It felt the same. It was more than just a familiar weapon she had found--it was a connection to her past, to the man that she no longer knew.
Had she been happy then? She did not know. At that moment with him, though, she had been. I wonder if he is still alive... someone was missing. Was it my mother? A son or daughter who died? She could not remember anything of her sisters but what she had seen in the museum. They had all been grown women, and seemed not to be too much older than her, but that did not necessarily mean anything. One could have died while she was as young as she had been in the memory.
Was the woman in white her mother? The mistress. No, perhaps not. She did not share Handmaiden's face, nor that of her sisters.
Had she even known her mother? That pang, a longing--Handmaiden could feel it echoing inside her now. But it was difficult to say if it was an old feeling returned, or simply the one she had come to know since arriving in Edensphere, the longing for her past.
Unfortunately she could see that there was a far more urgent matter now. Blinking, she looked out at her bedroom through transparent red plastic. Heavy fabric rustled as she stood--a cape? Reaching up to her face with black-gloved hands, Handmaiden felt an angular mask and helmet covering her head. Fumbling with it, she was relieved to discover that the triangular hatch over her mouth opened. At least she would be able to eat.
Going into the bathroom--heavy boots--she looked at herself in the mirror and just barely kept herself from groaning aloud.