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bravenewworld2015-09-26 08:12 pm
comparative_insanity) wrote in bravenewworld2015-09-26 08:12 pm
Video | But home is a feeling I buried in you
[This... is not a Warp Band which has been active - or within range - in a long while. The image is fuzzy and looks somehow grubby, perhaps to be attributed to the fact that the device has spent almost a whole year stuffed into the bottom of a bag.
The young man on the screen, though, doesn't look like he needs any help looking like a mess.
The fair feathers covering his head are ruffled and matted, and on one side of his head they show signs of having been singed by something. What can be seen of his clothes looks like rags and tatters, repaired in places with caterpie silk, woven vines, feathers, wool... all manners of debris. The once-blue gemstone attached to his forehead looks dull, now faded from blue to dirty yellow. From what can be seen of his face and body, he's not only incredibly filthy, but also a large number of meals short of a healthy weight. He has a nasty-looking cut on the left side of his face, running right across his eye, which is swollen and looks infected.
He offers the camera a bleak, apologetic smile, and the chipper tone in his voice sounds incredibly false.]
Hello everyone. I'm, ah- My name is Fai Flourite. I went missing from Union last autumn.
[He shifts a bit. There is a muffled splash followed by the aggravated chattering of a Floette off-camera, and Fai winces.]
I'm currently a bit... stuck. I'm on my way home, but- mm, I don't think I should be Teleporting in a while just yet. Last time I did, I ended up in a swamp. Which, incidentally, is why I'm a bit stuck.
[He attempts a laugh, but it sounds pathetic. He averts his eyes, as if he can't even face the camera. His voice drops into a mumble.]
But I'm coming home. I know I must've worried some people, and... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
[And with that, the feed cuts out.]
The young man on the screen, though, doesn't look like he needs any help looking like a mess.
The fair feathers covering his head are ruffled and matted, and on one side of his head they show signs of having been singed by something. What can be seen of his clothes looks like rags and tatters, repaired in places with caterpie silk, woven vines, feathers, wool... all manners of debris. The once-blue gemstone attached to his forehead looks dull, now faded from blue to dirty yellow. From what can be seen of his face and body, he's not only incredibly filthy, but also a large number of meals short of a healthy weight. He has a nasty-looking cut on the left side of his face, running right across his eye, which is swollen and looks infected.
He offers the camera a bleak, apologetic smile, and the chipper tone in his voice sounds incredibly false.]
Hello everyone. I'm, ah- My name is Fai Flourite. I went missing from Union last autumn.
[He shifts a bit. There is a muffled splash followed by the aggravated chattering of a Floette off-camera, and Fai winces.]
I'm currently a bit... stuck. I'm on my way home, but- mm, I don't think I should be Teleporting in a while just yet. Last time I did, I ended up in a swamp. Which, incidentally, is why I'm a bit stuck.
[He attempts a laugh, but it sounds pathetic. He averts his eyes, as if he can't even face the camera. His voice drops into a mumble.]
But I'm coming home. I know I must've worried some people, and... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
[And with that, the feed cuts out.]
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[Yuuna flashes a smile, electricity crackling in her eyes when she does.]
We'll have you home before you know it. With tea, cookies, and warm sheets.
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[Fai sighs shakily, trying desperately to sound at least a bit like his old self.]
I could kill someone for real tea that isn't just boiled mint leaves, I think. And a bed that isn't alive one way or other.
[And actually having conversations with human beings on a regular basis. And knowing someone else is going to make everything alright.]
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[Her laugh is weak, rather unsteady. She's always been bad at rescue operations, and even worse since her Awakening. Having a typing, and instincts? It just means she has new emotions, and she's not always the best with comfort.]
It'll be alright. Promise. Don't worry about that.
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I don't really have the energy to worry too much about anything right now. But just wait until I've recovered. [A sigh.] Until then, I won't even attempt it.