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♈ Aradia: Emerge.

Dec 06, 2011 01:50

Who: ar0se and teds_up
What: Aradia finally wakes up.
When: Dec. 6, morning-ish?
Where: Room 2001
Rating: wiggler-safe

( Almost five days had passed since Aradia's robot rampage. )

aradia megido, ted mosby

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YOU'RE FINE BB ♥ teds_up December 6 2011, 18:04:27 UTC

And all the meanwhile, Ted had hovered in and around Aradia's room. Aradia's room was at the bottom of the tower, which was quite fortuitous for Ted, but even then, the idea of having to go back between there and the third floor the castle made him uneasy. So, he just... simply stayed in Aradia's room. Just wished up a sleeping bag and held tight. It wasn't like he had any other pressing matters that needed his attention, although he occasionally at least allowed himself to take a walk out in the snow.

This morning, the soft thud of Aradia's body against the ground stirs him from his sleep. Blinking with a screwed up, rather discomforted look on his face, he groans as he fights with his sleeping bag for a moment before he finally manages to unzip the thing.

He yawns, and upon finding Aradia's body on the ground, gives a slightly confused look before coming over and setting her upright. Just in case she might have been awake:

"Aradia...?"

♥ ♥ ♥ ar0se December 6 2011, 18:22:25 UTC

She wasn't awake, not just yet. Days of strange dreams mingled with something like memory only backwards. She didn't know where she was. Who she was she had narrowed down to two or three. But there was something wrong with her body, she became gradually aware of that. Something was constricting her on all sides and squeezing her chest and smothering her face and it was hot and she couldn't breathe.

And someone was touching her. Who? Maybe it was herself. No, that wasn't it. She recoiled instinctively only to find she could hardly move. Her body was so stiff. It tensed visibly at the joints but that was all.

teds_up December 6 2011, 18:35:39 UTC

Ted lingers in front of the girl, looking into the lifeless orbs that were the robot's equivalent of eyes. A soft puff escapes him. He'd realized some time ago that there was a chance-- a good chance, even-- that Aradia would wake up, not as the bright and cheery girl Ted knew, but instead, the emotionless pessimist of a robot.

No, not emotionless. Ted had seen the light flickering in Aradia's eyes just before he'd hugged her. Perhaps she was pessimistic, but she wasn't a lost cause. Ted was positive about that. If she'd woke up the same way, then so be it. If her previous self was any indication, Aradia did have the potential to be that happy, energetic girl once more. And if Ted had to bend over backwards to get her to be that way again, then so be it.

He sees the movement, certainly, but he doesn't want to get his hopes up unnecessarily. Dismissing it as a mirage of the lighting, he draws away to grab the cream next to his sleeping bag, and begins to spread it over his burns.

ar0se December 6 2011, 18:48:29 UTC

She had to get out.

It was a simple imperative born of semiconscious panic. She was trapped inside something, and had to get out. Vague memories of a time long past, of being a tiny troll with spindly arms and legs trapped in a hard-carapaced pupa, flitted in and out of her awareness. She had to get out, she had to get out, she had to get out. The pressure was maybe not painful but certainly unbearable.

So Aradia struggled. Her robot shell began to twitch with her efforts, metal scraping against brittle metal. It felt the worst at her back. In jerky movements she leaned forward, trying to split it. She had to get out.

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