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bottlebay2025-08-01 07:15 am
bladeofnymeia) wrote in bottlebay2025-08-01 07:15 am
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4th Quest [Audio, early morning] [Dawntrail spoilers]
[She's awake. Has been, since the weakest strains of dawn. But Firoza has not the energy or the desire to project any image of herself when she makes this post. She just wishes to speak to someone. Anyone. Even if no one deigns to respond.]
...So these months. The ones where new arrivals begin to appear. The hazy ones.
[A pause. A stifled sigh.]
They feel as dreams sometimes. Especially when whomever you met does not remain once the air clears. And...I am not opposed to dreams. Bittersweet though they might be. But it does make me wonder something.
[As much as Firoza is keeping her tone even, the emotion that seeps out is palpable. Heavy, tender sorrow. Longing and loneliness, and...a sparkling, defiant mote of hope.]
Do you think...a-and if this is personal to you, please, do not feel you have to respond. But could it be possible that the living are not the only ones who can find themselves here? That...that those who ought to have passed on, in one way or another, could still...appear?
[Just gripping those fuzzy memories of reuniting to her heart, bidding them not to escape. It would be too much.]
I ask only because...well. I adore you all, truthfully. Even if we have not been introduced properly. But I cannot ignore how sorely I miss so many from home. Both those who live, and those who do not. I just...even in a new form, I...I'd like to be a little selfish, and hope to see them again.
[She ends it there, but not without a definite sense of being torn by this desire. Both an insistent palm pressed to a deep bruise, and a gnawing worry tinged with gold.
"Am I as they were? So desperate to preserve their dead, allowing them no rest, no renewal? Stagnant and ever present in a dream?"
The thought doesn't mean to come out, but it does. Oh, it does.]
...So these months. The ones where new arrivals begin to appear. The hazy ones.
[A pause. A stifled sigh.]
They feel as dreams sometimes. Especially when whomever you met does not remain once the air clears. And...I am not opposed to dreams. Bittersweet though they might be. But it does make me wonder something.
[As much as Firoza is keeping her tone even, the emotion that seeps out is palpable. Heavy, tender sorrow. Longing and loneliness, and...a sparkling, defiant mote of hope.]
Do you think...a-and if this is personal to you, please, do not feel you have to respond. But could it be possible that the living are not the only ones who can find themselves here? That...that those who ought to have passed on, in one way or another, could still...appear?
[Just gripping those fuzzy memories of reuniting to her heart, bidding them not to escape. It would be too much.]
I ask only because...well. I adore you all, truthfully. Even if we have not been introduced properly. But I cannot ignore how sorely I miss so many from home. Both those who live, and those who do not. I just...even in a new form, I...I'd like to be a little selfish, and hope to see them again.
[She ends it there, but not without a definite sense of being torn by this desire. Both an insistent palm pressed to a deep bruise, and a gnawing worry tinged with gold.
"Am I as they were? So desperate to preserve their dead, allowing them no rest, no renewal? Stagnant and ever present in a dream?"
The thought doesn't mean to come out, but it does. Oh, it does.]
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I saw someone on the beach from home, but just once. I haven't been able to find him since. Is...that what you mean by 'the hazy ones?'
She's just going to be responding via audio if that's ok
[A pause.]
My apologies, if they do not turn up.
works for me!
[From the tone of his voice, it's a complicated thing. He's content here on his own, and if he were to have anyone show up, Endo would be one of the last people he'd pick. They're oil and water, steel and sandpaper. They make one another worse.]
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[And apparently death wouldn't stop them from showing up. Dear sweet fantasy Jesus...there sure are several people she doesn't want to have to deal with turning up in Bottlecap Bay!]
...A bit of familiarity would be nice, though. I suppose it's a vice, to wish for such.
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Thank you. That - that means a lot. More than I realized, actually...
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I'm Umemiya, by the way. Umemiya Hajime. New here, still getting my tail behind me, so to speak. But if you ever want to talk about things that are on your mind, I'm here for you. [He's here for everyone. That's what he's all about.]
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My name is Firoza Istus. But please, call me Firoza. It's good to meet you, Umemiya.
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[Isn't she cute!!!!! She never gets to be cute, it's definitely a plus when she thinks about it.]
I can...er, that is, I am considered poisonous, but only the barbs and the horn. And I take care not to jostle or bump anyone errantly, because I could, in fact, cause harm that way. But outside of battle I do not seek to cause harm, so there's no worry.
[She just has to give the head's up]
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[Hugs without being all careful about them are absolutely on offer.]
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Y-You have a natural immunity? Why did no one tell me that was...
[Firoza, you probably were told, you just got caught up on the "you can poison people now" thing]
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Plus, I have a healing move.
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...Only with medicine on hand - er, and berries. Berries that can heal, and medicine. Just in case.
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