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Apr 26, 2010 21:36

There's a Trismegistus without a Junpei (?) in the Mall. Trying and failing to free itself from ropelights that it managed to get itself tangled in. It's fighting tooth and nail against the unseen enemy, trying to fly hard and fast to untangle itself and only becoming more tangled. Why is everything so bright and loud and blue in this place? It ( Read more... )

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Poke me when you get on so I can run her story by you : D fallen_empathy April 27 2010, 08:36:35 UTC
Juno was confused. This place was so bright. She's never seen it before, never. But her confusion quickly gave way to worry when she heard the other.

She wasn't far, so she eventually manages to float over in small spurts. Strangely, the other one is larger than she remembers (or perhaps she was smaller?), but that doesn't matter. Juno reaches for the cords, trying to loosen them.

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fallenknowledge April 27 2010, 18:25:01 UTC
Oh hey! It's that one Thing. The one that can't play all that well. He stills as she approaches, making decidedly happy sounds in his throat as she tries to untangle him. Is he ever glad to see you!

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fallen_empathy April 27 2010, 20:23:12 UTC
Juno returns the sounds with similar ones mentally- using the voice only certain others can hear, for some reason. Hers are tinged with concern, however. He's tangled up rather badly, so this could take a while. She leans on him, trying to reach the cords binding his wings.

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fallenknowledge April 28 2010, 05:51:58 UTC
Ah, that Voice. Always so soft and gentle, sweeter than the warm winds that blow through the ruins. He leans on her in return, shifting as close as he can so she can access the cords wrapped around his body.

He sings to her quietly, "telling" her about how he went high, high up on the Tower, and saw the Prince. He wants to take her there sometime. She would like him! He has beautiful wings, even prettier than Trismegistus', and for that he's a little jealous, but the Prince was kind to him, and so that is all that matters.

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fallen_empathy April 28 2010, 06:03:07 UTC
Juno listens to the other's tale. She loves listening to them, every time, even if they make her long to see the things that are mentioned. The other's song calms her, making it easier for the Shadow to feel the cords and figure out how they are tangled.

She whispers in response, telling the other that he'll soon be free, that he shouldn't worry, that yes, surely she would like the kind, beautiful Prince. Maybe they'll go to see him together, sometime, when he can find the strength to carry her that far. She doesn't mention her doubt that he will remember to take her later, because he always forgets. But that is alright. The wires begin to loosen and fall.

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fallenknowledge April 28 2010, 06:12:52 UTC
He nuzzles his head against her orb of a body, enjoying her touch. She's always so soft and gentle. Isis is too, when she wants to be. But other times she can be tricky just like him. But Juno, Juno never falters. That's why he shares so many songs with her.

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fallen_empathy April 28 2010, 06:24:38 UTC
Juno strokes his bright, smooth beak with her gloved hand. Just a few more moments, she mutters, it's almost done. And true to her word, the last of his bindings quickly fall loose. Her arm falls slack as well, and she tries to right herself a little, so as to not get in his way.

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fallenknowledge April 28 2010, 06:41:38 UTC
Don't worry, he'll help! He gently rebalances her and stays crouched by her side, looking around. What a strange place...

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fallen_empathy April 28 2010, 06:48:55 UTC
Juno stands, one hand on the other. She also begins to pay attention to their surroundings once more, to this strange, bright place. Her 'eyes' have gotten used to the light, and she is no longer distracted by the other's plight. So she pauses and Looks. Looks around, searching for other beings, searching for patches of comforting darkness...

...she reels, suddenly, clutching to the other one. Where is this? What... what are those other creatures? Some of them feel dreadfully familiar, while others are just disturbingly strange and strong and danger---

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fallenknowledge April 28 2010, 06:58:12 UTC
Hm? He holds her close. Did she See something? He always knew she could See things, sometimes even before they happened.

Trismegistus waits patiently, keeping her steady. He can be patient for her.

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fallen_empathy April 28 2010, 07:12:16 UTC
Juno looks away from the... other creatures. She doesn't want to know. She doesn't want to remember.

She wraps her arms around the other one (small. They're smaller. About the same size as they were befo--), burying her masked face in his neck. This does not block her Sight, however. She continues to look around them, ignoring the... others, searching for a way out. Any way out, back to the moonlit shadows.

...and she finds one. It doesn't lead to their darkness, or the ruins they play in. There is no moon, and thus no shadows cast. But it isn't as bright as it is here, and those others aren't there. She loosens one arm to point, and whispers a plea for the other one to fly.

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fallenknowledge April 28 2010, 07:22:44 UTC
Fly? That way? Okay. Anything for pretty Juno. Pretty Juno who just helped him out. The least he can do is help her out too.

He gently gathers her in his arms and darts forward, heading in the direction she pointed. And he sees the exit. He stops when they are outside, sighing in comfort. It's nice and dark out here. And quiet. He sets Juno down again, looking around. No ruins. Nothing to play on. But still, it's nice.

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fallen_empathy April 28 2010, 21:43:57 UTC
Juno clings to Trismegistus during the trip. She's probably even easier to lift than usual, thanks to her reduced size.

She doesn't look away from him until they finally reach the exit. One hand is left on the other's shoulder as he sets her down, and she mutters her thanks.

While Trismegistus looks around, Juno tentatively does so as well. It's nice and quiet. The others out here are few and far between, but they're more like the little ones back home than the... strange ones inside the bright, blue rooms. There's nothing but darkness and fog, it seems... until she notices a tiny patch of moonlight. It wasn't there just a second ago, she thinks, but...

She calls to the other, far less urgently than before. She relays the imagine of moonlight, and points in it's direction. Does he want to go see?

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