Just give me a chance to hold on
Characters: Medium, Medium!Spirit, and whoever wants to see a totally soaked, big-boobed chick in an outfit that totally shows off her cleavage Spirit possessing Medium's body.
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Monday, Oct 26th
Location: Melee Island :: Dojo Island :: the Waterfall
Rating: PG
Summary: Medium learns the news and tries to figure out how to deal with it. There's only one answer when she doesn't have them - call her dead sister. Who is now dead... after being dead before she arrived. o_O
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She sat under the waters. When she had asked for somewhere to meditate, someone had mentioned a Waterfall being sighted. She knew it was where she had to go. Finally, she knew, a waterfall. It would help her think. She had no idea the helpful informant had meant that she could meditate in front of it. She sat in her now-habitual meditating posture, eyes squeezed shut.
Why? Why did this have to happen?
The water pounded her head. Who cared if she couldn't understand how it helped, only that it did? She shivered a little, but indulged in the water. It seemed to pound away at her, forming her into the perfect shape. But what was the shape? She couldn't remember. She was nothing more than a conduit. She felt the undying strength of the waterfall. She wanted to pull it into her very being, make it a part of her core.
Spirit. Spirit had died. Not in the fire. Tears mixed with the water. But something afterward. They wouldn't lie to her. Her heart ached. She let herself cry. She was alone, in more ways than one.
Spirit... how did you die? Spirit? She wanted to reach out and touch the woman. Medium wanted to hug her, to feel Spirit's arms wrap around her and tell her it would be okay. Spirit was so familiar and Medium's heart ached when she thought of the woman. But instead of a burned corpse or a white room in the medical sector, she thought back to the slumped form, below the window. Nick's accusing eyes. She couldn't imagine Spirit's dead body any other way.
Spirit... I wish you were here. One hand reached up to clasp Nick's gift, a large comma-stone, a magatama, around her neck. She squeezed her eyes. Spirit, come back. Please, come back. I need you. She begged with her being, her soul. Her head bent as she called. She felt no tears streak her cheeks because the waterfall tore them away.
She could almost see the woman from her memories; she could almost embrace her. She smiled to herself. She felt her heart lighten. There was something familiar about this. She held the stone harder. Her skin was chilled, but she begged with her heart. Please-
It seemed to her that her brain shut off as her soul stepped aside.
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Monday, Oct 26th
Location: Melee Island :: Dojo Island :: the Waterfall
Rating: PG
Summary: Medium learns the news and tries to figure out how to deal with it. There's only one answer when she doesn't have them - call her dead sister. Who is now dead... after being dead before she arrived. o_O
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She sat under the waters. When she had asked for somewhere to meditate, someone had mentioned a Waterfall being sighted. She knew it was where she had to go. Finally, she knew, a waterfall. It would help her think. She had no idea the helpful informant had meant that she could meditate in front of it. She sat in her now-habitual meditating posture, eyes squeezed shut.
Why? Why did this have to happen?
The water pounded her head. Who cared if she couldn't understand how it helped, only that it did? She shivered a little, but indulged in the water. It seemed to pound away at her, forming her into the perfect shape. But what was the shape? She couldn't remember. She was nothing more than a conduit. She felt the undying strength of the waterfall. She wanted to pull it into her very being, make it a part of her core.
Spirit. Spirit had died. Not in the fire. Tears mixed with the water. But something afterward. They wouldn't lie to her. Her heart ached. She let herself cry. She was alone, in more ways than one.
Spirit... how did you die? Spirit? She wanted to reach out and touch the woman. Medium wanted to hug her, to feel Spirit's arms wrap around her and tell her it would be okay. Spirit was so familiar and Medium's heart ached when she thought of the woman. But instead of a burned corpse or a white room in the medical sector, she thought back to the slumped form, below the window. Nick's accusing eyes. She couldn't imagine Spirit's dead body any other way.
Spirit... I wish you were here. One hand reached up to clasp Nick's gift, a large comma-stone, a magatama, around her neck. She squeezed her eyes. Spirit, come back. Please, come back. I need you. She begged with her being, her soul. Her head bent as she called. She felt no tears streak her cheeks because the waterfall tore them away.
She could almost see the woman from her memories; she could almost embrace her. She smiled to herself. She felt her heart lighten. There was something familiar about this. She held the stone harder. Her skin was chilled, but she begged with her heart. Please-
It seemed to her that her brain shut off as her soul stepped aside.