[.002] [.video]
[Yoko’s sitting upright against a wall. Her knees are pulled to her chest and her rifle is positioned between them, the cool nose of the gun resting over her shoulder. Her eyes, usually calm but only seen as sad, are wide. She’s terrified, but she still doesn’t have a full feeling of this place. With one shaky hand, she reaches for the PCD only to see it’s already on. She’d normally be concerned about the device and the fact that it seemed to have a mind of its own, but she was too worked up over other things right now.]
I know I haven’t been here long but I don’t…I don’t really understand--
[Her voice trails off as she spots the last thing she wanted to see. Dropping the PCD, she crawls over to the grave she knows really exists back home. It isn’t a tombstone, but a sword with the tip of the blade dug into the ground. A red cape with a dark symbol similar to that of a flame wave from the handle where it’s tied.
Yoko pulls her knees as securely to her chest as she can and rests her chin atop them, staring blankly.]
I know I haven’t been here long but I don’t…I don’t really understand--
[Her voice trails off as she spots the last thing she wanted to see. Dropping the PCD, she crawls over to the grave she knows really exists back home. It isn’t a tombstone, but a sword with the tip of the blade dug into the ground. A red cape with a dark symbol similar to that of a flame wave from the handle where it’s tied.
Yoko pulls her knees as securely to her chest as she can and rests her chin atop them, staring blankly.]