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bamfsecretary) wrote2012-06-18 12:16 pm
bamfsecretary) wrote2012-06-18 12:16 pm
9th book; father's day {video/action for Goldenrod}
//video; warning for mentions of death
{When the feed clicks on, it's not immediately obvious what's happening - indeed, the scene is almost preternaturally still. A little girl with black hair slowly tiptoes across the floor towards an armchair, head cocked to the side curiously. The camera moves to follow her, and in doing so, reveals the occupant of the armchair.}
Hello, Isis. {Nanao looks old, sitting still as a statue - the Fisher King, if you would, ensconced forever on her throne. The little girl - Isis - clambers up onto her lap, burying her head beneath Nanao's chin, and whines unhappily.}
You have not been yourself, mistress. {An unfamiliar voice, wispy and thin floats out of nowhere, at least until Kiyone, her first starter and Alakazam moves forward into the picture.} What ails you?
You have my memories, do you not? {Isis curls and shifts so she too can look at the powerful Psychic - her eyes, only just visible, are the same shade of purple as Nanao's own.} That is correct.
Then I would suggest you peruse them with today's date in mind, Kiyone. {Her voice is tinged with bitterness and pain, and her arms come to hold Isis close to her chest.}
{The Alakazam is quiet for a long time, sitting cross-legged in mid-air, running through a century and a half's worth of days dated June 18.}
....I am sorry that I did not make the connection straight away, mistress. I should have checked myself. {Nanao shakes her head, and moves to stand, startling Isis, who transforms back into a Zorua. Neither the human nor the Alakazam pay this any notice.}
It is not your fault - I am just being exceptionally maudlin over events that have happened a long, long time ago. {She crosses to the window, Zorua cradled close.} By all rights, I should have forgotten....
One does not forget death easily. Especially not one's own. {Kiyone's hand closes over the 'Gear quietly, shutting it off with a flick of his claw.}
//action; Goldenrod
{In the afternoon, one might see Nanao and her considerable amount of Pokemon gracing one of Goldenrod's larger parks - the Pokemon are playing, yes, but they seem to be keeping closer to Nanao than usual. That said, they certainly will allow you to talk to her, if you so choose.}
{OOC: Kiyone is actually speaking English here - yes, he is now able to freak people out without telepathy. Yay? EDIT: PLEASE GO AND READ THIS FAQ, it is very important and deals with talking Pokemon! Kiyone has had over a year of practice to learn how to do this properly.}
{When the feed clicks on, it's not immediately obvious what's happening - indeed, the scene is almost preternaturally still. A little girl with black hair slowly tiptoes across the floor towards an armchair, head cocked to the side curiously. The camera moves to follow her, and in doing so, reveals the occupant of the armchair.}
Hello, Isis. {Nanao looks old, sitting still as a statue - the Fisher King, if you would, ensconced forever on her throne. The little girl - Isis - clambers up onto her lap, burying her head beneath Nanao's chin, and whines unhappily.}
You have not been yourself, mistress. {An unfamiliar voice, wispy and thin floats out of nowhere, at least until Kiyone, her first starter and Alakazam moves forward into the picture.} What ails you?
You have my memories, do you not? {Isis curls and shifts so she too can look at the powerful Psychic - her eyes, only just visible, are the same shade of purple as Nanao's own.} That is correct.
Then I would suggest you peruse them with today's date in mind, Kiyone. {Her voice is tinged with bitterness and pain, and her arms come to hold Isis close to her chest.}
{The Alakazam is quiet for a long time, sitting cross-legged in mid-air, running through a century and a half's worth of days dated June 18.}
....I am sorry that I did not make the connection straight away, mistress. I should have checked myself. {Nanao shakes her head, and moves to stand, startling Isis, who transforms back into a Zorua. Neither the human nor the Alakazam pay this any notice.}
It is not your fault - I am just being exceptionally maudlin over events that have happened a long, long time ago. {She crosses to the window, Zorua cradled close.} By all rights, I should have forgotten....
One does not forget death easily. Especially not one's own. {Kiyone's hand closes over the 'Gear quietly, shutting it off with a flick of his claw.}
//action; Goldenrod
{In the afternoon, one might see Nanao and her considerable amount of Pokemon gracing one of Goldenrod's larger parks - the Pokemon are playing, yes, but they seem to be keeping closer to Nanao than usual. That said, they certainly will allow you to talk to her, if you so choose.}
{OOC: Kiyone is actually speaking English here - yes, he is now able to freak people out without telepathy. Yay? EDIT: PLEASE GO AND READ THIS FAQ, it is very important and deals with talking Pokemon! Kiyone has had over a year of practice to learn how to do this properly.}
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With the fact that today is the day I died over a century ago? That I'm a literal god of death who shepards spirits between the realms of the living and the dead, charged with keeping a balance between the two? That I should have forgotten my own death?
Hal, I don't even know what I'm meant to do here.
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I can't say I've ever died, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do here either.
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I'm so sorry.
{Sympathy for others is easier than trying to confront her feelings about her own death.}
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...Can I ask something kind of personal?
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Ask away - I have very little to hide, these days.
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Is it...is it as frightening as people seem to think it is?
[text] 1/2
{But it still hurts.}
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It felt like the most intense bout of heartbreak that I had ever felt, and I wanted nothing more than to be held, but it fades, and then there's nothing. Life ends, the soul separates from the body, and you're dead.
Being dead doesn't hurt, and dying - hell, I guess I'd describe my actual death as peaceful, even if the moments leading up to it were the absolute opposite.
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And believe me, thinking too much is a problem in which you are not alone in.