Clown grease make up was smudged over his hands and face. Sniffing and snorting loud... not yet realizing this was all being broadcast to for all to see.]
( everything is no longer what it should beCollapse )
--
[He wakes up feeling different. It's not that so much has changed as it is, he feels like he can make a plan now. He feels like he has a way to put this all behind him. There's an odd feeling of calm that comes from simply too much. It was only a matter of time until the feelings became too much and he snapped. And that's how it is.
But he's glad. Because this dream brought attention to things he didn't know before.]
So now I understand... Now I know...
[This changes things]
( Who knew beatings could be associated with peace and normalcy?Collapse )
----
[Frau’s eyes snap open, his breathing a bit quicker than normal. It takes him a moment to realize where he is, and then the reality of what he’d just seen hits him. A dream. It was only a dream. His eyes close and he rests a bandage wrapped hand against his forehead. Even with as much of a pain as Teito had been before, Frau would gladly go back to that time. The frustration of dealing with a kid that constantly disappeared, got into trouble, and started arguments was far better to the heavy feeling he had now.
He rolls away, now facing the wall. It isn’t morning yet, but he isn’t likely to fall back to sleep again. Frau hasn’t realized yet that the hitomi is recording, and he has no reason to think that it would record. Last night he’d made sure to click it off and put it safely on a table beside his bed.]
I'll have you know that I don't approve of this.
[He means Yukito's choices, but who would know that except him, Yukito and perhaps one other person.]
I will have you all know that my name is Yue.
[Yue didn't want others mistaking him for Yukito. They were quite different. Which is rather noticeable, but he feels the need to say it.]
Where is that boy...?
[Spoken to himself, of course, because he certainly will not ask anyone ELSE. He's a bit irritated and perhaps even bored looking.]
This should not be the first time. It's been too long.
[He got tired of waiting for someone to need him.]
Excuse me?
[She reaches up and pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, smiles a little wider.]
I’m not sure who I’m speaking to, but if there’s someone out there, I do think that I’m in need of directions. I am quite certain this is not the dig I was supposed to be heading out to this morning. And... I don’t particularly remember leaving my house. I didn’t think I was getting that old...
[She laughs easily, light-heartedly taking everything in stride.]
Perhaps someone could shed light on this situation, and... this not precisely being my cell phone that I found in my pocket?
The green defines itself, shifting. Leaves rustled by a breeze.]
M-mono! I can't leave her to them! Dormin, where... You promised...!
[ The owner of the voice wasn't visible, perhaps similarly lost in the greenery, but the voice itself is raw with palpably fresh pain and grief, roughened as if with disuse. And just as swiftly, two calloused hands swoop in from one side, pressing onto the screen as if it's a window that could be broken through. A young man's gaunt, half-starved and battered face peers down, blood flowing from a gash on his forehead, a few leaves stuck askew in his tousled hair, and he's searching the screen as if for answers.
Or for hope. ]
Take me back! Take me ba--
[ His eyes widen... and then narrow as he squints, clambering awkwardly over the branch that broke his fall just to press his face so close to the screen that it's almost touching. His hands grip the communicator and give it an experimental jostle. And suddenly all the heat and anger rushes out of him, and he sucks in a shaky breath, biting down on his lower lip while the blood slides a sluggish course down his temple and cheek. He stares, glossy-eyed... and then stubbornly juts his chin. ]
What... what is this? Where... Where am I?
[At first the screen only shows blue sky and some sand and waves, before shifting to possibly the most sickeningly sweet view you have seen in a while.]
[On a quilt laid in a nice spot on the shore complete with a picnic basket, sits a couple. The sickly man in a doctor's coat actually looks almost normal, smiling widely at the young woman sitting next to him. She is dressed as a nurse and has long, flowing hair just the same light shade as his. In broad daylight, the slightly green aura surrounding her isn't visible and she looks perfectly normal; however her expression seems almost unnaturally still. Maybe something is wrong...]
[Faust doesn't seem to notice nor care the slightest bit; he reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. He's softly muttering in what's ought to be German.]
You look a little pale, my love. And you haven't touched your food... are you well, dear? Are you maybe upset? I promise you, in no time at all you will be better than ever.
[He leans in to plant a brief kiss on her lips before reaching for the basket with a happy smile on his face, taking out some freshly baked goods. The woman turns after him, although her expression doesn't change.]
Isn't it a wonderful day? There, I got these just for you. I'm sure you'll love it~
[The feed cuts off.]
( Humpty Dumpty had a great fallCollapse )
[When he opens his eyes, when he rolls away to sit up, it all flashes through his mind once again in quick images, and there is that pain again. The Hitomi shows his eyes widening, his lips parting, and his back hunching over while he presses his palm to his chest.
Then there's a pained, quiet sound, as he swipes an arm out and squeezes his eyes shut, knocking the Hitomi to the floor and turning it off.]
[The Hitomi shows a brilliant feed of Himorogi, the lush plants and chirping of birds and the hum of insects in the very pleasant garden area. But hat is out of place is the scarred and pitted blue armour plating that is seen in the bottom corner of the screen.
Garrus' head hurts in his helmet, dazed and slightly confused it take him a moment to register that the screens on the inside of his helmet is blinking at him but nothing it recieveing or sending to any external sources giving him error messages. That strikes him as incredibly odd as he sits up and winces. His back aches like he'd fallen from a great height and his head spins for a moment before he gets the lush garden around him to stay levelly in his vision.
A garden planet was his first thought then he wondered how he managed to be placed on such a place. Flashes suddenly came rushing back to him. The ship, heavy fire being thrown from both sides of the oddly organic platforms. The insect like Collectors and their abomination of creating a humanoid machine called a Reaper. His heart sunk as he recalled the platforms falling and his Commander yelling at him to move and the sudden inertia of having the platform under his feet give out under him.
It takes him a moment before the orange omnigel screens of his omni-tool catches his eye. The interface isn't quite the same and it surprises him. It seems much more primitive than his usual technology and the screens won't respond in any of their usual ways.]
Strange... This atmosphere doesn't seem to lack a magnetic field..
[The hitomi continues to record as Garrus presses the radio transcivever radio in his helmet. Immediately static is his only response and he curses under his breath before adjusting the frequency and trying again.]
Normany, this is Vakarian. Respond..... Normandy.
[Flexing his hand into a fist he looks around, helmet and polarized visor blocking his feature but it's obvious from the armor that he is not human. Once again he prsesses a finger to the side of his helmet]
Joker, EDI, respond.
[Again silence greated him and Garrus swore loudly before standing up and looking around. He wasn't sure where he was or what had happened but having not only the pilot but the AI of the ship not even respond, Garrus knew he was in serious trouble. Looking back at the bizarre interface that had seemingly replaced his previous system. Garrus turns off the feed in his attempt to understand the functions on his omni-tool now.]
OOC: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/262/4/6/garrus_vakarian_v0_5_by_squint911-d2z1qmm.png
I don't suppose you could have brought me back to where you'd taken me from, huh.
[A sigh.] I've done what you needed of me, what he needed of me. I know that he will endure, for all that he does not seem to want to. He is stronger than he believes himself to be.
[He reaches for something in his pocket, though it can't be seen from this angle, and he huffs out a quiet laugh.] I guess this answers the question of whether you were sincere in that promise.
[Slowly, Elfangor rolls to his side and sits halfway up, when suddenly his entire body goes rigid as he realizes just how late it is, that it should not be so late, and he winces.] Fuck! You shit! You said it would not take so long!
[Panicked, he scrambles for the Hitomi, barely even noticing that it has already been recording.]
Matt! Tobias! Everything is all right, I'm coming home.
((Note: This is what he's referring to.))
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