Comments | edensphere_log: So throw our fate into the flames//The memories just weigh you down

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So throw our fate into the flames//The memories just weigh you down

Sep 17, 2011 02:18

Characters: Axel (seeya_next_life) and Kagerou (weaver_girl)
Date/Time: Friday 16 September, night
Location: The Little House in Section Three
Rating: PG
Summary: After Locke's revelations about Edensphere, Kagerou and Axel set a few things straight. Quicklog format.

( You're a liar, yes you are//'Cause in the day you're just a match//But in the dark a star )

bleach: orihime (kagerou), kh: axel (lea)

Comments 8

seeya_next_life September 16 2011, 23:34:33 UTC

[He's actually been going over some of his notes, jotting things down in pencil on scraps of newsprint, a bit of receipt, the vestigial paper cover from a softback book... He's tested them all numerous times to make certain the words stay out of public eye, of course, and found that these items are acceptably covert. Glancing up from where he's seated cross-legged on the bed that doesn't have craft supplies on it, he tucks his pencil behind his ear and sets the notes aside as Kagerou's voice floats through the closed door. She sounds... uncertain.]

S'open, come on in.

weaver_girl September 16 2011, 23:51:55 UTC

[Kagerou cracks the door open enough to sidle inside, then presses it shut behind her. If Rosalind wants to try and sleep, they should let her. She, however, needs these few (or a few more) words with her brother. He needs to hear about what Locke said, and she... Yes, she has questions. However much she wants to just tell him to come get some cocoa with her and then go to bed, pretending that everything is fine.

She moves a swath of fabric away from the foot of the other bed and seats herself. Her hair is braided loosely, but runaway strands hang around her face, and there are shadows under her eyes. She feels strangely old again.]

Hello. Rosalind went to bed, but I just...

Well, I'm not sure how well it went. That man, Locke, he was there in the Wilderness. And he told us... why Fugue made the Sphere. The truth. Or so he said at least. I'm not so sure I believe him, though.

seeya_next_life September 16 2011, 23:59:57 UTC

[Shifting where he sits to watch her as she slowly crosses the room to sit on the opposite bed, looking thin and slightly hollow. Maybe it's just the lighting. His eyes darken a bit; he had let Rosalind and Kagerou attend the meeting without him, figuring it didn't serve much purpose for all three of them to go. Kagerou was as reliable a witness as any, after all, and it allowed him to organize his notes, try and put a few more things together, make tallies... anything that felt useful. Drawing one knee up, he encircles it with his arms and frowns at her.]

Locke might not give a straight answer, but I'm not inclined to think he'd give a false one. [He inclines his chin a bit, an inquiring look in his eyes.] What'd he have to say?

weaver_girl September 17 2011, 00:12:14 UTC

[Kagerou knits her hands together in her lap, willing herself not to waver now. Go on, you ninny, she tells herself, so he won't have to.]

He wanted to... make Fugue face the truth of what he'd done. Locke, he wants to end the Sphere, I think. Just... destroy it. But anyway.

He said that Fugue was once just a normal person, like I thought. And the Exile--Renée--was his sister. He didn't say Fugue's name used to be Rem, but I'm almost certain I'm right about that, now. [Her voice dipped on that, then cleared again.]

They had an argument, and he--Fugue--he killed her. I don't know just how. [She bites her lip.] He killed her, and then he tried to kill himself, but... the way Locke tells it, he fell into a coma and... imagined Edensphere. Imagined all of us, Axel. He escaped here, and brought the Exile and all of us with him.

seeya_next_life September 17 2011, 00:28:06 UTC

End it? [He looks a little unnerved about that. For all the things that have happened here, Axel knows nothing is waiting for him back home. But it's Kagerou's next statement that actually causes him to gasp. Killed his own sister? How could anyone...?

[And then his face screws up into something like outright incredulity.]

W-wait, what? Imagined us? [His jaw works soundlessly a moment, and then he motions vaguely with both hands.] Hold on, that... how is that even...? [What are words?] If we're nothing but figments of his imagination, how are we even here? Last I checked dreams weren't self-aware or sentient.

[He doesn't think Locke would lie, but severe leg-pulling might just be another story. He makes a soft groaning noise and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, then rakes his fingers back through his hair.] Where did our memories come from, then? Even if this guy has a photographic memory, nobody could keep all this crap straight... It... that can't be true.