voicetesting without a voice

[spiritua]

 [ 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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[spiritua]

[ 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. ]

[emptygirl]

[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.

[spiritua]

[ 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. ]

[emptygirl]

[(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.]

[spiritua]

[ 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. ]

[emptygirl]

[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?

[spiritua]

[ 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. ]

[emptygirl]

[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.]

[spiritua]

[ 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! ]

[emptygirl]

[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.

[spiritua]

...

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

'similar?' ]

[emptygirl]

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.]

[spiritua]

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

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

[emptygirl]

Yes.

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

Lloyd...and everyone helped us.

[spiritua]

[ 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. ]