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[ghost_of_00]

Characters: 00 (ghost_of_00) and OPEN
Date/Time: November 15, late morning through the afternoon
Location: Captain Planet (you can find her either outside in the park staring at the snow or in a gazebo staring at it)
Rating: G-PG
Summary: 00 goes inner-monologuing exploring. Or something. Feel free to meet her!

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[darcyredux]

Composer walked along the park lane, slowly and carefully. The snow had made the air quite chilly, but he didn't notice it. It was so white, and familiar. He felt drawn to the purity.

He felt apart from everyone else, as if he was watching from a higher place. And that made him think again of his question: what was the Composer? What was his position? It would help him determine whether or not he had something worth going back to.

The orange cat trailed after him. That was the one good thing about the standoffish creature, he was quiet when Composer was thinking. Which was admittedly often, as he had plenty of things to consider. Getting a job, not disappearing, simply surviving. And possibly making a friend.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when he noticed a young girl standing in a gazebo. He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to walk over. They both gazed at the snow for a while before he spoke in a soft voice. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

[ghost_of_00]

00 saw the young man. There was something about him that captured her attention. He had quite light brown hair around his face, a relaxed manner. He looked as though he was about the same age as she was. She felt a sense of familiarity, as well as unease. Did she know him, or someone like him? 00 thought back to her dream, the faces that had appeared. None of them resembled the boy.

He was walking towards her. She did not move, simply watching as he approached. She stared, again attempting to discover why he provoked such a confusing reaction. Familiar. Not in a comfortable way. But he said nothing--her eyes slid back to the snow that covered the ground, but snapped back to him when he spoke. "Is it?" she asked, in a neutral voice that was only just audible.

[darcyredux]

Her silent manner didn't bother him, in fact it soothed him. "It's your choice if it is or isn't," he replied, smiling slightly. "Every single flake is frozen differently. Thousands of crystalline water drops softly falling."

Why was she triggering this reaction? The desire to watch and protect, and he didn't know her name. Or her face. "My name is Composer," he added.

[ghost_of_00]

So he had noticed the same thing that she had. 00 didn't know if that was something reassuring, or another reason to be wary. She looked back at the snow. Standing here in the gazebo, it was impossible to see every distinct snowflake, only the whole white mass.

It is like the dream, she thought again. Looking down on a world filled with pain. Endless souls, suffering. And she could end it...

But it was only snow. Wasn't it?

Beautiful. No, she did not think it was. She did not look at the boy as he spoke his name, although she did hear. Composer--she didn't know what that mean.

[darcyredux]

He could tell she was slightly uneasy, but didn't point it out. Instead he bent down and picked up a lump, slowly shaping it into a perfect sphere.

Words did not need to be said. It was just enough to be quiet, making a perfect snowball. When he finished, he gently set it on the railing, staring. Like the Earth, like the Sphere, perfect in a broken way.

[ghost_of_00]

00 watched Composer's movements. What was he doing with the snow? Making it into a globe--she reached out to touch it when he set it on the railing, but stopped herself, remembering that the warmth from her hands would melt it and ruin the shape.

But it was packed tight. Solid. She brushed some of the snow on the gazebo railing with her fingertips, feeling the individual flakes turn into water beneath her fingers, and then looked back at the snowball.

Was this beautiful? It was different. Packed in close... no longer isolated. She scooped up a handful herself and formed it into a much smaller sphere, not so smooth as Composer's, but packed tight all the same.

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[darcyredux]

He noticed her hesitation, but brushed it off. "It is so malleable...it can be changed into anything wished, but only when the flakes work together. Otherwise they melt."

He smiled at her copying his actions. Why was she so important? Even though he knew instinctively that he did not know her, something about her made him fascinated. He didn't even know her name. But it was there, the desire to watch and understand, to help and hide.

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[ghost_of_00]

"Yes," said 00, surprised at Composer's insight into it. But he spoke of the melting as though it was a bad thing. Perhaps that was how most humans would view it. "Each is unique. But when they melt, they come together, and are the same." They became one. The barriers were broken.

Malleable. She looked at the snowball, and rolled it slightly. More snow from the railing stuck to it. What would happen if it was rolled down a hill? But humans might not come together as easily as that. Some might be crushed. Which was better?