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app in progress
[Standing elegantly at attention, as always. The progress of the application process has been monitered closely, and she's actually ... fairly impressed with the new tweaks to her senses and capabilities.]
Thank you ...
[A faint nod as the long, gong-like, sheen of a sound emanates.]
... for the voice.
Thank you ...
[A faint nod as the long, gong-like, sheen of a sound emanates.]
... for the voice.
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There is a Great Light that resonates somewhere in the vast pit of her memories, but ... for now, it is lost in translation.
In response, she cants her head to the side quizzically.]
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Options are weighed, decisions are reached.]
... Am myself.
[Standing up straight again, as though with pride.]
Under there.
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Can I ask...what happened?
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[Her helmet lowers slightly, as if in disappointment.]
... Lost him ...
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[He feels he knows this voice. Somewhere in his heart it hurts. Just looking at this suit of armor almost makes him want to cry. But, he doesn't know why.]
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Hello.
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[Hearing the voice again...it makes him even sadder. And it's obvious when a tear runs down his cheek.]
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The suit of armor moves a hand with mechanical fluidity to her chin -- a well-rehearsed gesture, as though she's mimicking a movement that she has seen carried out time and time again.
The tear on his cheek is lost on her, as she is sightless, but her perception of him colors slightly at the pain in his heart.
After another pause of well-intended thought, she responds.]
Guardian. Messenger. Am she who watches.
[Would that even mean anything to him? ... Of course it will. Why wouldn't it?]
She who lingers.
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She who lingers? How come you linger?
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[Simple as that. She lingers because it's a part of the Purpose ... given consciousness by ...]
You?
[Her weight shifts to the other foot.]
You are...?
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[But when she seems to be asking who he is, he'll answer.]
Sora. I'm Sora.
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So-ra.
[The remnant leans forward slightly, as if to try and get a closer look at him. Her perception sharpens, finding flickers of recognition in the midst of strange echoes, colors, and vibrations ...]
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Uh, what? [He's just sort of confused is all.]
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Young heart, home to many.
[The remnant makes an unusual sound -- something melodic and rhythmic ... almost like laughter.]
Why is that?
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I'm not sure really...
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[Blind as she is, she reaches out deftly and places her gauntlet over his hand.]
... Safe.
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You think so?
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[A nod, quick and firm.]
No lies.
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And she probably will be able to sense Kairi and the Keyblade off her.]
...Voice?
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... Speaking.
[No, no ... that isn't right. Her helmet lowers somewhat as she stops searching her memory bank for this girl's name in favor of searching for the proper words.]
Voice... to speak with.
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[The memories she absorbed from Kairi never went as far as their fated meeting, so she has no clue.]
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Voice for the Chosen only.
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[She looks away, uneasy and nervous. 'Chosen' could mean a lot of things, but there's one meaning she knows best, and it makes her fingers curl into fists.]
Like... Keyblade chosen?
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[Memories that she still couldn't quite grasp.Shaky, unreliable fragments of memories.]
Quiet voice ... distant voice.
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'Chosen'
Namine still doesn't understand and probably is misunderstanding the everything, but from what she knows, those two words often add up to one thing.]
You mean Kairi. [It's not so much of a question as it is a statement. Everyone always means Kairi.]
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She ... Origin.
['Kairi' does hold some weight in the conversation, though, and she places a gauntlet over the hollow armor links of her chestplate.]
Master.
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Watching her movements though, she wonders.]
What happened to you?
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[That's the great majority of what her memory entails.]
Awoke. Flew away ... Sleep. Awoke. Waited.
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She stops dead in her tracks, slowly resuming her previous position of stagnancy ... but not before turning away from him, angling her stance slightly.]
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True, the visits following haven't been as frequent as they once were; the rhythm found in traveling between worlds to visit lost itself some time ago. But now he is here, breaking the lull.]
You hesitate. [He's seen this before. He watches every move, every hint of life, of thought hidden within her slowing gestures. But this...this is curious.] Why?
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Deserter.
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Just because I haven't visited you in a while?
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Well, well. This is a first.
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Interesting...
[She's just parroting his words.]
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Another handful of seconds are taken to observe her and the repetition of the word, letting it resonate in the space surrounding them.]
Nothing more to say?
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[If it could have been accentuated with a huff, it probably would have been. Indignance is kind of a new thing for her.]
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[For armor, her demeanor is convincing and well-played. A gloved hand does a coaxing motion.]
...Why don't you try?
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You try.
[Whether that statement is parroted or whether she's mouthing off is a mystery.]
Simple thing. Left alone.
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[Although he realizes this, there is no emotion in his tone.]
Did you expect me to come back sooner?
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[... Her rigid stance slackens, somewhat.]
... Still, disappointment.
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[At last, shakes her head silently, a stoic denial of his implication. She offers little else.]
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What more do you want from me?