[She is delighted to find the tall form in front of her, vague as it is. Everything becomes sharper in focus; she is dreaming lucidly, and it is wonderfully liberating. Her body in the physical plane is weak, unable to move without pain, but here she has siblings, and a whole world created simply to make her happy.
Amaya reaches out, touches the hard black fabric, peeks around it at the newcomer whose shape she can make out and gives a hesitant smile.]
You'll help me find Mama?
[Mama. Amaya steps away from both men, appearing to glide, lifting her arms in front of her as if conducting a silent orchestra. Tendrils of colour radiate from her hands. She laughs in surprise and her own cleverness; the strings of black, blue, and red coalesce into a single being - that of Kira, surrounded by a halo of maternal gentleness and light. Behind the woman stands the fuzzy form of a man with shoulder-length dark hair - San, and a large cat circles his ankles.]
My Mama and Baba. And Dante.
[She reaches to the ghostly forms, embraces but cannot feel. As beautiful as the image is, it is static. Her parents are frozen in a painting, all smiles but no reassuring words or comforting caresses. Dante's purrs are the only discernible sound. Amaya's face falls, her lips slightly parted, her hand going to take that of her mother but falling through.
She can't remember what the touch of Kira's skin feels like.
Turning back to the two presences with her, her brows knit together as her eyes start to mist.]
[He approached the two, his figure vague to appearance, nothing but the slims shape of his form was visible. The face was completely shaded with darkness, his response came easily, though]
Yes, if that is what you want, sister.
[The male replied to her words as he watched the figures come in view. He didn't know either of the two people, or the large cat that was in view. Though, searching for them wouldn't be that big a problem. She asked him a question he knew no answer too, so he remained quiet , allowing Sephiroth to say what he would want to say.]
[Sephiroth watches in silence at Amaya's movements and the images that she creates within her dream. Occasionally will look over to Yazoo to ensure that his Remnant's presence is still there.
Kira. Sephiroth didn't recognize the name but he sure recognizes the image. Ex-SOLDIER, she had been wearing red, black and blue the last time Sephiroth had seen her. She had been hanging like a picture from the wall in a cafe like some- Sephiroth cuts off the thoughts lest they start to infect this dreamspace; Amaya cannot be hurt. So the images burn in Sephiroth's consciousness only, but the guilt is very short lived. Amaya's original Mother has already been dealt with, leaves a gap which they can help with. He has to say something.]
Your Mama might have gone away; just like ours has. But as our little sister we will help you, and we will be here for you.
[Sephiroth looks at Yazoo once more as Amaya comes to a stop between them and the happiness seems to be swinging back into something sad. The colours in the dream even dull down and the black lines around everything look darker. Two footsteps later Sephiroth is crouched directly in front of Amaya. Again taking great care to mask distinguishing features so that they will not be memorable once Amaya wakes. His gaze feels warm as he joins eyes with her]
We know how you feel. After so long it takes a lot of effort to remember, but look inside you and you'll feel her there.
[The world sinks slowly into darkness around them. Amaya can sense the form crouched before her, and reaches out for his face, feeling warmth on the tips of her fingers. He is real. He is solid. He is here. Two brothers here to help her; she has been so alone for so long. The painted bodies of her parents start to fade behind her-
And where is home? She cannot answer. Home is a farm house surrounded by grass. Home is an old lady's apartment, damp in winter. Home is a school full of children without parents. Home is going to sleep next to mama, then waking up to find her gone. Home is auntie after uncle after granny, and the travel between each is more consistant and persistent than any single place she has stayed.
Home is where Mama and Baba are...but where are they now?]
I don't know... Mama's gone away again... She always goes away but she always comes back... Right?
[She steps forward, testing the flesh of the one so close to her. Willing those arms to wrap her in a hug from which she can gather some affection.]
((ooc:hope you don't mind me breaking turn Tarei! - I really can't resist the rugrat))sephiroth_sanSeptember 2 2009, 12:21:10 UTC
[Behind that small head Sephiroth notices the painted figures start to fade away. It seems the mood of the dream has shifted dramatically. This would be the turning point it seemed; either they would secure their new sister or she would find within herself the identity with her biological parents and discard himself and Yazoo forever. That would be such a shame, to have Mother's cells wasted like that]
[But the seed of doubt seemed to have firmly planted itself in the tear-stained strife Amaya was currently going through, as surely as her tiny fingers rested against his face now. A world without Mother and Father, a childhood so alike to-
It had to make sense, why else would Mother have placed Amaya such? Sure there was little doubt by now that Hojo was the instrument but Mother's will, and therefore Sephiroth's own ran through it. She was theirs for the taking.]
Sometimes, you have to make it so that you can find her. People tend to get in the way but yes, eventually...
[Then the girl stepped forward and continued touching his face, neck... unexpected Sephiroth fought to contain the rising reaction that stirred at unknown contact; control was vital, and even more crucial to their sister right now. Strong, warm leather clad arms wrapped around Amaya carefully as if she were made of glass. Giving affection feels a little strange, but he'd picked up what she needed automatically.]
How could anyone not want you, sister. You are very special.
Not at all xDDfragmented_sinxSeptember 15 2009, 21:37:33 UTC
[The remnant was able to the colourful painting of pictures of the girl's imagination, only they were real enough to not be a mere painting of scenarios, creatures in which he had seen on his journey. Yet, the fact that she seemed fragile was a bit unknown to him, foreign. He wouldn't know if her parents wanted her.
The male nodded in agreement with the other. The little girl, Amaya, his sister was similiar to Loz, the way her emotions were displayed easily. HE always found it amusing to tease the other remnant but said nothing tot he little girl. AT least nothing teasing, anyway.]
Special, like us. You're not alone.
[His response was a small whisper to her, but clearly stated his opinions]
Amaya reaches out, touches the hard black fabric, peeks around it at the newcomer whose shape she can make out and gives a hesitant smile.]
You'll help me find Mama?
[Mama. Amaya steps away from both men, appearing to glide, lifting her arms in front of her as if conducting a silent orchestra. Tendrils of colour radiate from her hands. She laughs in surprise and her own cleverness; the strings of black, blue, and red coalesce into a single being - that of Kira, surrounded by a halo of maternal gentleness and light. Behind the woman stands the fuzzy form of a man with shoulder-length dark hair - San, and a large cat circles his ankles.]
My Mama and Baba. And Dante.
[She reaches to the ghostly forms, embraces but cannot feel. As beautiful as the image is, it is static. Her parents are frozen in a painting, all smiles but no reassuring words or comforting caresses. Dante's purrs are the only discernible sound. Amaya's face falls, her lips slightly parted, her hand going to take that of her mother but falling through.
She can't remember what the touch of Kira's skin feels like.
Turning back to the two presences with her, her brows knit together as her eyes start to mist.]
Why can't I go home?
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Yes, if that is what you want, sister.
[The male replied to her words as he watched the figures come in view. He didn't know either of the two people, or the large cat that was in view. Though, searching for them wouldn't be that big a problem. She asked him a question he knew no answer too, so he remained quiet , allowing Sephiroth to say what he would want to say.]
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Kira. Sephiroth didn't recognize the name but he sure recognizes the image. Ex-SOLDIER, she had been wearing red, black and blue the last time Sephiroth had seen her. She had been hanging like a picture from the wall in a cafe like some- Sephiroth cuts off the thoughts lest they start to infect this dreamspace; Amaya cannot be hurt. So the images burn in Sephiroth's consciousness only, but the guilt is very short lived. Amaya's original Mother has already been dealt with, leaves a gap which they can help with. He has to say something.]
Your Mama might have gone away; just like ours has. But as our little sister we will help you, and we will be here for you.
[Sephiroth looks at Yazoo once more as Amaya comes to a stop between them and the happiness seems to be swinging back into something sad. The colours in the dream even dull down and the black lines around everything look darker. Two footsteps later Sephiroth is crouched directly in front of Amaya. Again taking great care to mask distinguishing features so that they will not be memorable once Amaya wakes. His gaze feels warm as he joins eyes with her]
We know how you feel. After so long it takes a lot of effort to remember, but look inside you and you'll feel her there.
Where is your home?
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And where is home? She cannot answer. Home is a farm house surrounded by grass. Home is an old lady's apartment, damp in winter. Home is a school full of children without parents. Home is going to sleep next to mama, then waking up to find her gone. Home is auntie after uncle after granny, and the travel between each is more consistant and persistent than any single place she has stayed.
Home is where Mama and Baba are...but where are they now?]
I don't know... Mama's gone away again... She always goes away but she always comes back... Right?
[She steps forward, testing the flesh of the one so close to her. Willing those arms to wrap her in a hug from which she can gather some affection.]
Maybe Mama and Baba don't want me anymore...
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[But the seed of doubt seemed to have firmly planted itself in the tear-stained strife Amaya was currently going through, as surely as her tiny fingers rested against his face now. A world without Mother and Father, a childhood so alike to-
It had to make sense, why else would Mother have placed Amaya such? Sure there was little doubt by now that Hojo was the instrument but Mother's will, and therefore Sephiroth's own ran through it. She was theirs for the taking.]
Sometimes, you have to make it so that you can find her. People tend to get in the way but yes, eventually...
[Then the girl stepped forward and continued touching his face, neck... unexpected Sephiroth fought to contain the rising reaction that stirred at unknown contact; control was vital, and even more crucial to their sister right now. Strong, warm leather clad arms wrapped around Amaya carefully as if she were made of glass. Giving affection feels a little strange, but he'd picked up what she needed automatically.]
How could anyone not want you, sister. You are very special.
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The male nodded in agreement with the other. The little girl, Amaya, his sister was similiar to Loz, the way her emotions were displayed easily. HE always found it amusing to tease the other remnant but said nothing tot he little girl. AT least nothing teasing, anyway.]
Special, like us. You're not alone.
[His response was a small whisper to her, but clearly stated his opinions]
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