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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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[It really does feel like a dream to her, too, but she remembers distinctly thinking that old proverb to herself. A duck comes bearing spring onions...]
He... seemed like a good guy. [A chuckle escapes her.] Maybe too good... I messed with him a little. Sorry.
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[Oh no Shoka what'd you do]
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[She's not even mad, she's just genuinely confused, it's funny]
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This place has a sick sense of humor sometimes...
[And so does Shoka, apparently.]
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[A pause of thought.]
Now that you mention it, I may have had leek with duck before...
[She gets the joke now!!]
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[It was funny! But the knowledge that he was Firoza's beloved, deceased friend makes her feel a little bad about it now. She probably shouldn't have brought this up at all, actually.]
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He's from a different world than I - the same sayings might not apply! Or he may never have reached a culture equivalent to the one where I got to try duck with leeks. [Thank you, Fantasy Japan, for giving Firoza lots of excuses to know pseudo-Asian stuff.] His adventures were primarily in his homeland of Norvrandt. And after a point, that was the only place anyone who remained could be.
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[The creature's inclusion in FanGO was still recent when Shoka was last in Shibuya.]
... Anyway, Roza. Speaking as someone not living who also wound up here... I don't think Aardbert and Haurchefant would blame you for wanting to see them again. I bet they were just happy to get another chance to see you, too.
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[A soft hum.]
I suppose I know that. Deep down. But...to hear it confirmed, it makes it real, somehow. Even if it all felt like a dream.