9 Ringy-Dingy [accidental video post]
[The screen flickers on to reveal Asuna hard at work on a painting. Anyone watching via their PCD cannot see what she is working on. It is for her alone to know the subject of her work.
It had been a hard few weeks. So many people had been leaving- so many hearts had been broken. Asuna could only wonder if at some point those she held dear would also be taken from her- or, worse yet, she taken from them.
It was one thing for many of these people to leave but it was quite another for her to go back to her world. Most didn't know what they would be returning to- Asuna already knew. She would be dead. There was nothing in her world to go back to. Here... here she would actually celebrate a fifteenth birthday- that was something she should have never been able to do.
Asuna had her soul back- her life. If she returned to her world it would all be gone again. She would only go back to die. That was nothing to get excited about.
She placed her brush into a cup of water and then walked over to the beaten up record player she had found in her wanderings about Ads. She wound it up and the notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata drifted into the air around her. The record was scratched but it wasn't to the point of it being unreadable for the record player's needle.
With this done Asuna returned to her painting. Taking up the brush again she dried it slightly and then dipped into one of the paint dishes she had sitting out near the canvas. Without bothering to look at the brush again she guided it across the canvas.
Asuna had made her choice. She wanted to stay. There was nothing left in the world she had been taken from. This was actually for the best.]
It had been a hard few weeks. So many people had been leaving- so many hearts had been broken. Asuna could only wonder if at some point those she held dear would also be taken from her- or, worse yet, she taken from them.
It was one thing for many of these people to leave but it was quite another for her to go back to her world. Most didn't know what they would be returning to- Asuna already knew. She would be dead. There was nothing in her world to go back to. Here... here she would actually celebrate a fifteenth birthday- that was something she should have never been able to do.
Asuna had her soul back- her life. If she returned to her world it would all be gone again. She would only go back to die. That was nothing to get excited about.
She placed her brush into a cup of water and then walked over to the beaten up record player she had found in her wanderings about Ads. She wound it up and the notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata drifted into the air around her. The record was scratched but it wasn't to the point of it being unreadable for the record player's needle.
With this done Asuna returned to her painting. Taking up the brush again she dried it slightly and then dipped into one of the paint dishes she had sitting out near the canvas. Without bothering to look at the brush again she guided it across the canvas.
Asuna had made her choice. She wanted to stay. There was nothing left in the world she had been taken from. This was actually for the best.]