dear_mun | voicetesting without a voice

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voicetesting without a voice

[ why would you pick her from this canon point

colette looks crestfallen now that she can't properly speak, and her fingers flutter over her throat as she tries to get something---anything---out. ]

...

[ then she's struck with an idea that leaves her beaming, and she reaches out to take hold of a hand to "write" on. ]

... !!

[ but whoops, instead she trips because that's just what dojikkos do in their natural habitat. with a sharp intake of breath and the flailing of arms, colette falls flat on her face, leaving a very clear indentation of her body profile in the ground as dust poofs about. ]

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[Presea remains impassive in the face of the dust cloud, though she does have a nagging feeling...]

Colette...your force of impact was seventy-three percent higher than predicted. You must be heavier than I expected.

[ colette looks up from the ground and smiles her signature smile. she hasn't met presea yet from her canon point, but she sounds nice. ]

...

[ nothing but breath empties from her lungs. to try and communicate, colette pushes herself up, sitting on her knees, and holds out her hand in a friendly gesture to take presea's. ]

[Strange; she thought that the discrepancy between her prediction and the actual observation was what was bothering her, but the feeling isn't going away.

After a moment, she extends her hand to Colette's to help pull her up with ease.]

Are you...all right?

[ colette takes presea's hand and stands up fully, giving another smile. she wants to say many things. 'i'm sorry if i worried you.' 'thank you.' 'what's your name?' but she can't. not right now.

instead she keeps the girl's hand in her own and draws a finger to her palm. and slowly, to make sure presea follows, she begins to write.

'can... you... understand... like this?' ]

[Her hand twitches; besides the fact that it takes her by surprise, it...tickles!

But she realizes that Colette's writing something, and although she's a little confused, she does understand.

So...she flips Colette's hand over to write back using her own finger, a simple:

'yes']

[ oh, good! colette beams brightly and clasps presea's hand in her own, overjoyed. and she even responded in the same way-- she doesn't think it's too weird at all. colette can't help but find it so very sweet.

taking her hand again, colette responds.

'you can? ... i'm so happy! ... thank you... for helping... me up' ]

[Presea has no idea what's going on here Colette what are you doing.

It would take a very long time to write a response to all of that, so she nods, and then writes:

is this a game?]

[ colette pauses for a moment, her smile dropping slightly, before she picks it back up---only it now has a somber tone to it.

'well actually... i can't speak... i'm sorry'

she can't speak, and at this rate... it's likely she never will again, once she fulfills her quest. ]

Edited 2013-08-11 19:10 (UTC)

[Her lips part slightly--not to speak, but only as an effect of her mild surprise, and...concern. Concern is that nagging feeling she's had that she can only now put a name to.

'are you hurt?']

...

[ colette shakes her head with a sad smile.

'i'm not hurt!... thank you though... what's your name?'

and her smile stretches as she waits for an answer, completely oblivious to the fact that she should have already known this girl's name, or at least she will in the future. ]

[Colette gets a stare from Presea before she spells out her name. Then she goes ahead and speaks again, since it's faster.]

I am Presea. If you do not remember me, then I...must be from the future.

I'm sorry. I left you behind.

[ 'presea' is the name the girl spells out. it's pretty. when she starts speaking again colette listens, and her eyebrows raised and her mouth falls open. hastily she starts scrawling a finger over presea's hand again:

'you're a time traveler?'

yes, that is immediately her first thought. ]

Ah...no.

[Her cheeks flush faintly and she tries to explain.]

I believe it is because of this place. Time...has no meaning here.

[ time... that's so strange. colette's never even considered that a place like that would exist.

'then... you shouldn't have... to say sorry.'

it's not presea's fault. but colette still wants to apologize deep in her heart. ]

[For Presea, time had no meaning until the key crest was applied--but it had only affected her. Everything else had continued to flow with time...

She supposes that Colette is right, though, and nods once.]

Then I will try making an herbal remedy for your throat.

[Because...it must be sore, right?]

[ the somber look quickly melts into a warm smile.

'you're really kind... i'm so happy i get to be friends with you... no matter when we meet.'

it's not that her throat is sore, but... it's the thought that counts. and that colette was going to meet such a nice person in her future--

that's only when she stills and blinks as a thought occurs to her. if they meet in the future, is it before she becomes an angel fully? though presea seemed confused that colette couldn't speak...

for the moment she doesn't write anything, but continues to ponder. ]

[Presea is quiet, giving Colette the time to write, and then-

She finally smiles.]

Yes. I am glad, as well.

[And then it's back to business.]

My remedy should have a seventy percent success rate, but I do not know the cause of your affliction, so I cannot say for certain.

[ C..... CUTE..!

her smile brightens (are you blinded yet) as she carefully lets go of presea's hand so she could have both hands to work with, and nods. a part of her almost wonders if it will really work. seventy percent is a lot, after all. ]

[(Like a star) With her hands free, she busies herself making some tea (who knows where those ingredients came from...). There's nothing fancy about her work: boiled water poured over some lemon and honey and some kind of herb; wait three minutes exactly.

Presea hands the cup to Colette once those 180 seconds have passed.]

Here, it is ready.

[And also still very steaming.]

[ she watches as presea fixes the tea. honey is one of her favorites---or it used to be... she's sure if she could still taste things that her mouth would be watering by now.

but even though she won't be able to taste it, colette still has a desire to drink it. it's a very sweet gesture from a new friend; it's her heart that wants to drink instead of her stomach. and her heart is one of the few things she has left.

mouthing the words 'thank you' with her lips, colette takes the mug in her hands and automatically takes a sip, forgetting to blow over it to cool it off. she has to concentrate and put forth her will into swallowing as her developing angel body tries to reject it. ]

[Oh...perhaps she should have warned that it's still hot. Her expression remains largely neutral, though she does feel a bit of concern still.]

Colette, I believe it is still too hot to drink. Are you all right?

[ oops. flashback. for a moment colette's knee-jerk reaction is to giggle it off and assure it's hot, but... is there a reason to, now? presea's from the future, and she seemed surprised that colette couldn't speak. ]

...

[ holding the still steaming cup with one hand, she reaches for presea's. ]

[All the while, Presea watches, although she can't tell for certain what Colette's hesitation is for. Perhaps the tea scalded her...

She automatically extends her hand to allow Colette to write on it.]

[ setting the cup down, colette draws her hands to presea's and begins to write again.

'was i like this... when we met?'

it's just one thing she has to know-- though it's a little funny to use past tense when she's really talking about her future. though it is presea's past. though-- ah this place about time really is confusing! ]

[Curious, Presea's eyebrows knit in faint confusion. "Like this" isn't very clear, so it takes her a moment to think about it--especially since her Key Crest hadn't been fixed--but...she does remember a few details.]

I do not believe you were your usual self when we met. We...were very similar.

...

[ that causes colette to blink a few times, before her finger goes back to writing.

'similar?' ]

Yes... We did not...feel or express ourselves.

[Sometimes she wonders if she feels at all even now. But--no, the despair she felt when she awoke was real.]

[ colette can't help but notice her usage of past tense. she tilts her head, and writes some more.

'something... then... changed?' ]

Yes.

[A soft little smile comes to her face again.]

Lloyd...and everyone helped us.

[ colette's writing finger stills as the information sinks in. she returns presea's smile, letting it wash over her in relief.

'i see... when the time comes... i really look forward... to meeting you.'

it still doesn't make much sense, since she already has met presea but presea met her differently so which one will stay like that and she needs to stay like this to regenerate the world and--

well, for now she will just have to see what comes, and be ready for it. ]

[Max is fond of clumsy mute girls, and he knows his master is too. Maybe this girl needs their help! He trots on over to where she's lying on the ground and gives her a friendly lick.]

[ COLETTE'S DOG SENSES ARE TINGLING

actually, that would be the tongue at her face, and colette giggles--well actually she just makes a breath that comes out soundlessly as she pushes herself up, and happily begins to pet him. her mouth starts to form words--she wants to say hello and ask his name. but she can't...

for the moment, she scratches his ears. ]

[Eric comes around the corner and approaches Colette in concern.]

Er, are you OK? I heard some kinda thud...was that you falling?

... ! [ colette blinks before offering a friendly wave. and with the question she scratches her cheek with a shy smile, a bit embarrassed as she nods in reply. ]

Wait...you can't speak? (Oh, you've got to be kidding me....)

[ she tries to giggle, but nothing comes out. her eyes fall to her feet as she slowly shakes her head. ]

[Max jumps up and gives Colette another lick, making Eric smile and shrug.]

Well, I'm glad to meet you all the same. I'm Eric.

[ a breath escapes colette instead of a voiced giggle when max licks her again, and she happily scratches the back of his ears. ]

...

[ it's a hard habit to break, where she tries to speak but remembers she can't. recalling her idea from before, colette reaches out a hand and extends toward eric, still petting max with affection with her other hand. ]

[Chell takes pity on the poor girl. Leaning down, she offers a hand and then a pencil and a notepad.]

This should help.

[She says softly.]

[ colette beams as she takes chell's hand and stands up, reaching for the notepad before writing a quick response:

'thank you very much!' ]

[Chell smiles back.]

I usually communicate that way myself. Easier than talking.

[ blink. she quickly scrawls more words below the first.

'you do? i kind of miss being able to talk...' ]

Well, in the facility I was raised in, the AI who controlled it WANTED me to talk. So I stayed silent to spite her.

'a... i?'

everything else makes sense, except for that one small detail. ]

Artificial Intelligence.

[She tries to explain.]

Does your world have robots?

...

!

[ she writes some more.

'do you mean the things made of metal?' ]

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