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bamfsecretary) wrote2011-01-09 05:46 pm
bamfsecretary) wrote2011-01-09 05:46 pm
fouth form; accidental video + deliberate text {9/1/2011}
When the video clicks on, it shows Nanao completely dressed in her alternate outfit down by Cherrygrove Beach, holding a wet Pokeball in her hand. It's rather obvious that she doesn't know she's being filmed, as she starts speaking.
"I didn't know that I'd missed Christmas, nor that I would miss New Years, due to a certain... encounter." She moves forward, geta making marks in the wet sand. A quiet "Sennn...." comes from behind the camera, belying the camera-mon to be Hanatarou. She speaks again quickly, without looking back.
"No, I don't hold you responsible, Hana, how could I? If there's anyone here who could understand the trials of winter, it would be us Shinigami. How could I not remember those terrible famines - the suffering, the pain..." She looks out at the moon making patterns across the restless ocean, and it in return glinted off her glasses, softening usually harsh features.
"Did you know I'd agreed to spend the holidays not working? It's bizarre, but he wore me down, kept asking and asking.... I suppose it was when he finally sat down and did his section of the budget without any prompting that I gave up. He's persistent like that, I guess."
"Braaaa. Abra, ba ra." Kiyone walks up next to her, and placing his paw in her hand, leans his head against her leg. Her free hand reaches around and scrathes behind an ear as she continues.
"You're right, of course. It's a little sad to give in for that reason, but you haven't known the man for as long as I have. His determination is second only to his age... of which he doesn't look." She pulls out the Pokeball from her obi, and gazes at it pensively, before bringing up to her lips and brushing it with the lightest of kisses.
"I'll call you Shunsui... in his memory." Isane floats up next to her, and Hantarou too decides to scarper up next to her. Their unvoiced message is clear: you have us, and we'll never abandon you. We'd follow you to the ends of the route and beyond, we'd do anything for you. We love you, just as much as he said he did. She kneels, and they cluster in. The feed times out to a view of a single tear rolling down her face.
Later, a text:
//TO HICCUP AND TOOTHLESS;
If you swing by the beach tomorrow, I'll gladly start to teach Toothless how to speak.
"I didn't know that I'd missed Christmas, nor that I would miss New Years, due to a certain... encounter." She moves forward, geta making marks in the wet sand. A quiet "Sennn...." comes from behind the camera, belying the camera-mon to be Hanatarou. She speaks again quickly, without looking back.
"No, I don't hold you responsible, Hana, how could I? If there's anyone here who could understand the trials of winter, it would be us Shinigami. How could I not remember those terrible famines - the suffering, the pain..." She looks out at the moon making patterns across the restless ocean, and it in return glinted off her glasses, softening usually harsh features.
"Did you know I'd agreed to spend the holidays not working? It's bizarre, but he wore me down, kept asking and asking.... I suppose it was when he finally sat down and did his section of the budget without any prompting that I gave up. He's persistent like that, I guess."
"Braaaa. Abra, ba ra." Kiyone walks up next to her, and placing his paw in her hand, leans his head against her leg. Her free hand reaches around and scrathes behind an ear as she continues.
"You're right, of course. It's a little sad to give in for that reason, but you haven't known the man for as long as I have. His determination is second only to his age... of which he doesn't look." She pulls out the Pokeball from her obi, and gazes at it pensively, before bringing up to her lips and brushing it with the lightest of kisses.
"I'll call you Shunsui... in his memory." Isane floats up next to her, and Hantarou too decides to scarper up next to her. Their unvoiced message is clear: you have us, and we'll never abandon you. We'd follow you to the ends of the route and beyond, we'd do anything for you. We love you, just as much as he said he did. She kneels, and they cluster in. The feed times out to a view of a single tear rolling down her face.
Later, a text:
//TO HICCUP AND TOOTHLESS;
If you swing by the beach tomorrow, I'll gladly start to teach Toothless how to speak.
[video]
...Shinigami?
{Video}
I beg your pardon?
{Video}
{Video}
..was one of them.