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"Baa!" Said one lamb to the other.

Jun 16, 2009 22:22

Characters: Colette/Angel incaritas and Chosen hunny_sensor
Date/Time: June 16, evening
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for usual implied nudity.
Summary: Another familiar face arrives in Edensphere, and someone is there to greet her.

( Honor us with the splendor of thy song! )

*birthday, ~tales of symphonia: colette (angel), ~tales of symphonia: zelos (chosen)

Comments 9

incaritas June 17 2009, 05:57:57 UTC

It was getting harder and harder to see. It had been dark, but it hadn't been this dark; she didn't want to lose sight of the people who had saved her, she needed to thank them, needed to know who they were. She reached out, trying to feel for them in the darkness, and--....

Something cracked.

Her eyes flew open, inhaling sharply at the sudden change in her surroundings. She was... in something, green and goopy and all around her. She expected to choke, somehow, even though she'd been breathing fine the whole thirty seconds she'd been awake, and she flailed a bit, trying to find the surface.

Another crack, and something gave way. Suddenly the goop was rushing out around her, and she nearly squeaked before being dumped, rather unceremoniously, out onto the floor.

hunny_sensor June 17 2009, 18:41:57 UTC

There it was, that splashing sound. Time to get going! Gathering up a couple of towels, he moved briskly to the source of the sound. He hoped to strike gold once more, encountering another female hatchling to completely spoil until he got that reward of a flustered face!

"Welcome to Edensphere!" He chirped and stooped a little to help the poor girl to her feet, handing her the towels the moment she was righted.

And then he froze. The hair, that face... this looked like the girl that tripped on one of the stone steps in his previous memory!

"Uh... yeah, the place is kind of weird, since you just came out of a cocoon and all, and you don't remember anything. It sucks, but noone remembers anything upon coming here. I'll explain everything I know, but we all usually pick names for ourselves first. What'll yours be, my cute little an--" He stopped. Those last words seemed to slip from his lips before he could stop himself.

They seemed so natural to him...

incaritas June 17 2009, 19:28:41 UTC

She was still confused and barely awake, and so when the hand came to help her up, she took it without thinking. It took her more than a few seconds to catch her balance -- the pool of goop was slippery under her feet, and she stumbled and teetered more than once -- but when she found her footing, she suddenly became much more aware of herself, and clutched the towels against her. The man was speaking, but it wasn't making much sense (she should remember plenty, shouldn't she?); she blinked owlishly at him, trying to focus.

There was... something about him. Uncannily familiar, but not quite, like something just out of reach.

"My name...?" Didn't she already have one? She took a moment to think... but the only thing that came was the image of the man in her dream, smiling and clutching her hand. He had called her something, something important....

Before she could give it much thought, the word was falling out of her mouth, almost like she was finishing the man's sentence for him. "Um... Angel?"

hunny_sensor June 18 2009, 03:41:24 UTC

"All right. Happy birthday, Angel! I call myself Chosen," he said then, after pulling the rose from where he clenched it with his teeth. The flower was handed to her before he went to get her some clothing to wear. That was a strange feeling just then: He got a bitter taste in his mouth upon introducing himself. It felt... wrong, somehow.

"It sounds a little crazy, I know, but that's what this place does! There are ways of remembering again, however." Ah, here they were! He gathered up the other materials, draping the clothes over an arm before returning to her.

"Keep your eyes peeled, and you get these weird crystals that pop up out of nowhere that restore memories by touching them. Whoever makes them or gives them to you, I don't even know. I wouldn't mind remembering my name all ready, you know?" He presented the clothes to her.

"The guides and a lot of the guards are so boring, so you're lucky to have me! I'll answer any questions you've got." He held in his hands a rolled up parchment, a small sack full of something, and ( ... )

incaritas June 18 2009, 04:20:18 UTC

ChosenSomething about the word made her stomach leap a little, like there were butterflies fighting to get out. She couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or a bad one -- she clutched the flower he had given her a little, and smiled ( ... )