Warning: [Contains blood and violence.] Dream Effects: [Sensory based effects; now YOU TOO can enjoy the sensation of getting your face sliced open, sewn up, and a variety of other battle incurred injuries! Effect is strictly optional.]
[It's only after she says that, that Argilla notes this person has a relatively normal hair and eye color; something she hasn't been seeing a lot lately in Somarium. All those unnatural shades of brown and blond get disorienting, after a while.]
"It wasn't restricted information, or anything like that...Or too personal." [Even if, as a general rule in the Junkyard, you didn't show your scars too much.] "It's been a while since any of that happened, too."
"Mm." [She's not certain on whether that's a good or a bad thing; while that dream wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world...She could have remembered much worse.]
"Odd thing to remember...Or record." [Argilla thinks back on that dream, and that section with Cielo.] "I hadn't thought about any of that for a while."
[Frank is no stranger to an operating table. With brief but vivid recollections of his many times restrained to the metal surface, seeing this fair-haired woman on one raises no concerns in his mind. A slow burn creeps beneath his eye, silently causing him to grit his teeth as he feels the sensation of the wound spreading down his cheek and along his brow -- along with the sensation of a steady hand guiding a suture to close the area.
Although he feels this bizarre sensation as he watches, he makes no move to analyze whether or not the feeling is real. He breathes slowly, watching as the woman interacts with those around her; the blue-haired and the red-haired men are ones Frank recognizes, the cannibals that caused a fair amount of discourse across Somarium some months ago. As that silver-haired commander of hers comes into view, he finds himsef clenching his fists a bit. Their commander has since been removed from this world.]Soldiers grow accustomed to wounds inflicted in battle. We adapt and persevere; accepting that though our
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[That voice isn't one that she recognizes...Although the words do sound familiar. Almost something that Lupa, or Gale in one of his rarer more philosophical moments might say.]
"...We have to." [She says that after a moment.] "We'd be rolled up or killed, if we weren't able to endure things and keep going. That's..."
[She rolls that word around in her head for a moment, before saying it.] "What 'resolve' is, isn't it?"
It is. To endure the hardships we face, to give us the power to defend what is important; your home, your comrades, even your own beliefs... The strength of your resolve is what will determine whether you live, or whether you die.
"It's...A bit strange to hear that from someone else."
[Because she's had thoughts like that before; but that's usually all they are. Disjointed, oddly formed thoughts that get rolled around in her mind, but only occasionally make it out in any form of words.]
"I don't disagree with it." [She quickly adds.] "Just...That sort of 'resolve' wasn't normal, before."
"...That was the way of the Junkyard, though. I didn't know very many people who didn't have scars in some way."
[She pauses, considering the Dreamberry. Jinana might very well be one of those exceptions, now that she thinks about it; no marks anywhere that Argilla can see. And it's not as if her uniform covers a lot.
Looking at her also makes Argilla think back to what else happened in the Junkyard.]
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Are you... all right?
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"I'm fine."
[She picks the Dreamberry up as she says that, and looks into it. The screen shows that the cut over her face has long since healed.]
"You...Saw that, then?"
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"Don't worry about it."
[It's only after she says that, that Argilla notes this person has a relatively normal hair and eye color; something she hasn't been seeing a lot lately in Somarium. All those unnatural shades of brown and blond get disorienting, after a while.]
"It wasn't restricted information, or anything like that...Or too personal." [Even if, as a general rule in the Junkyard, you didn't show your scars too much.] "It's been a while since any of that happened, too."
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You 'kay dere, sis?
-=feeling phantom pains now=-
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[She looks up instantly at that.]
"I'm fine...Just another one of those 'dreams.' This one made a bit more sense, though."
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"Odd thing to remember...Or record." [Argilla thinks back on that dream, and that section with Cielo.] "I hadn't thought about any of that for a while."
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Although he feels this bizarre sensation as he watches, he makes no move to analyze whether or not the feeling is real. He breathes slowly, watching as the woman interacts with those around her; the blue-haired and the red-haired men are ones Frank recognizes, the cannibals that caused a fair amount of discourse across Somarium some months ago. As that silver-haired commander of hers comes into view, he finds himsef clenching his fists a bit. Their commander has since been removed from this world.]Soldiers grow accustomed to wounds inflicted in battle. We adapt and persevere; accepting that though our ( ... )
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"...We have to." [She says that after a moment.] "We'd be rolled up or killed, if we weren't able to endure things and keep going. That's..."
[She rolls that word around in her head for a moment, before saying it.] "What 'resolve' is, isn't it?"
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It is. To endure the hardships we face, to give us the power to defend what is important; your home, your comrades, even your own beliefs... The strength of your resolve is what will determine whether you live, or whether you die.
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[Because she's had thoughts like that before; but that's usually all they are. Disjointed, oddly formed thoughts that get rolled around in her mind, but only occasionally make it out in any form of words.]
"I don't disagree with it." [She quickly adds.] "Just...That sort of 'resolve' wasn't normal, before."
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What horrible things to be forced to endure...
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[She pauses, considering the Dreamberry. Jinana might very well be one of those exceptions, now that she thinks about it; no marks anywhere that Argilla can see. And it's not as if her uniform covers a lot.
Looking at her also makes Argilla think back to what else happened in the Junkyard.]
"And we had worse things to deal with, too."
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I know, but that does not cheapen personal experience.
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[A little bit of wryness leaks into her tone as she says that. But again, Jinana doesn't seem like she's taken a lot of injuries.
Her hand goes up to her scar as she says that, touching it for a moment.]
"But, it doesn't hurt any more. I got this..."
[She trails off, thinking back.]
"...A long time ago. Before the Atma, and while we were still learning about the area around Muladhara."
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