OOC: Dream II
She was running, her footsteps barely hitting the ground before they were lifted again. Around her were ruins of buildings, of a city that was once full of people. Mobile suits stood their guard, hollow like ghosts haunting the battle field.
She could feel tears in her eyes, and the smell of death and decay were all around her. There was no escape, and she tried to run as fast as she could, but she tripped. She was hitting the ground, and she closed her eyes to brace herself, but the impact never came.
"Kyrios and Virtue, they're both okay!" It was a girl's voice, and she sounded relieved. "Ah, Dynames is confirmed! It's making it's way back."
She opened her eyes, seeing a girl in some sort of spacesuit. She had pink hair and blue eyes, and within those eyes looked like tears of relief. "They're heading back towards Ptolemy now."
The ship was well organized. Battle plans were on holographic screens, and computers were constantly calculating data.
The boy next to her spoke. "So then everyone's safe?"
She turned her head towards left and saw another girl, but she looked older than the pink haired girl. "Yes, thank goodness!"
"Lockon, Lockon!" A robotic voice echoed in the room. "Lockon, Lockon!" Everyone in the room looked around, trying to understand the voice.
"What is it Haro? What's wrong?" The girl with the pink hair started to tear up, and something was indeed very wrong.
She could feel her heart sink, and her own eyes began to water. The robot's voice kept repeating Lockon over and over, and each time it became harder to hear.
She stood up. "No, don't tell me...Lockon's..." Her eyes closed, tears filling them.
She woke up again, her face against a table. She could smell all the alcohol around her, and her stomach felt like it was in knots. "We...simply have to survive." She muttered, her hand clutching a glass that was half empty. "Taking risks...one has to be strong."
Was this surviving? Living, even?
"I...I was not strong enough for them." In the background the TV was left on, which was the only other sound in the room. "I'm not even strong enough to hold my liquor anymore." She laughed bitterly. "If only ghosts could pour drinks."
She lifted her glass slowly. "Cheers."
She could feel tears in her eyes, and the smell of death and decay were all around her. There was no escape, and she tried to run as fast as she could, but she tripped. She was hitting the ground, and she closed her eyes to brace herself, but the impact never came.
"Kyrios and Virtue, they're both okay!" It was a girl's voice, and she sounded relieved. "Ah, Dynames is confirmed! It's making it's way back."
She opened her eyes, seeing a girl in some sort of spacesuit. She had pink hair and blue eyes, and within those eyes looked like tears of relief. "They're heading back towards Ptolemy now."
The ship was well organized. Battle plans were on holographic screens, and computers were constantly calculating data.
The boy next to her spoke. "So then everyone's safe?"
She turned her head towards left and saw another girl, but she looked older than the pink haired girl. "Yes, thank goodness!"
"Lockon, Lockon!" A robotic voice echoed in the room. "Lockon, Lockon!" Everyone in the room looked around, trying to understand the voice.
"What is it Haro? What's wrong?" The girl with the pink hair started to tear up, and something was indeed very wrong.
She could feel her heart sink, and her own eyes began to water. The robot's voice kept repeating Lockon over and over, and each time it became harder to hear.
She stood up. "No, don't tell me...Lockon's..." Her eyes closed, tears filling them.
She woke up again, her face against a table. She could smell all the alcohol around her, and her stomach felt like it was in knots. "We...simply have to survive." She muttered, her hand clutching a glass that was half empty. "Taking risks...one has to be strong."
Was this surviving? Living, even?
"I...I was not strong enough for them." In the background the TV was left on, which was the only other sound in the room. "I'm not even strong enough to hold my liquor anymore." She laughed bitterly. "If only ghosts could pour drinks."
She lifted her glass slowly. "Cheers."