Kain Highwind (
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hadriel2016-12-02 02:38 am
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...It can’t be…
...a nightmare…failed...
...couldn’t have… died…
[He’s muttering to himself, so only a few stray words are clear enough to be heard, at first. He hadn't intended those to be heard, necessarily, as he's checking that the phone is even on. Then, he clears his throat and speaks normally.]
Kain Highwind of the Guard reporting in. What is the current situation with the demons? I can… [He pauses, more mentally disoriented than anything. The reality of the situation is still sinking in, the memories of being possessed are… deeply unsettling. Not again. He can’t believe he’s lost himself again.] I can go anywhere I’m needed to continue our fight.
[Sigh. Well, there it is. He's in a bit of denial over what happened, but he knows deep down the truth of the matter. He'd been possessed, and... killed. Shadow, that hedgehog had ended his suffering. For now, he’ll throw himself into fighting, a warrior above all else. Mental distress will just have to get shoved deep down inside. But there is… something else bothering him. He belongs to the air, to the wind. He wants to feel that breeze on his face, to see the sky change in color. He’ll even take overcast if he could just see clouds again. The withdrawal is real.]
This is unrelated, but… How can everyone withstand a place without a sky for so long, anyway? Does anyone know if there's some way to see it again, even for a few moments?
...a nightmare…failed...
...couldn’t have… died…
[He’s muttering to himself, so only a few stray words are clear enough to be heard, at first. He hadn't intended those to be heard, necessarily, as he's checking that the phone is even on. Then, he clears his throat and speaks normally.]
Kain Highwind of the Guard reporting in. What is the current situation with the demons? I can… [He pauses, more mentally disoriented than anything. The reality of the situation is still sinking in, the memories of being possessed are… deeply unsettling. Not again. He can’t believe he’s lost himself again.] I can go anywhere I’m needed to continue our fight.
[Sigh. Well, there it is. He's in a bit of denial over what happened, but he knows deep down the truth of the matter. He'd been possessed, and... killed. Shadow, that hedgehog had ended his suffering. For now, he’ll throw himself into fighting, a warrior above all else. Mental distress will just have to get shoved deep down inside. But there is… something else bothering him. He belongs to the air, to the wind. He wants to feel that breeze on his face, to see the sky change in color. He’ll even take overcast if he could just see clouds again. The withdrawal is real.]
This is unrelated, but… How can everyone withstand a place without a sky for so long, anyway? Does anyone know if there's some way to see it again, even for a few moments?

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[ she sounds gentle, compassionate. if he's on the guard, he's a teammate, even if ahsoka hasn't met him yet. ]
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[He's not so sure he'll be able to rest just yet, but... well, maybe after he feels he's done his duty.]
I need to patrol the area I was keeping track of first, just to be certain. But... perhaps that may be my only way of seeing the sky anytime soon. [He's definitely a little sad-sounding about that.]
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[He had a pretty good excuse, being dead, but even so...]
Good to meet you, as another Guard member... I'm also a somewhat new recruit. I joined over a month or so ago, not long after I arrived here.
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[His mind is his own again. As he moves to slowly sit up, he's pretty astonished at the sensation of... simply having control over his own body. That, and breathing. He takes another long, deep breath, savoring it. He's alive. He's alive...]
[But he was dead not too long ago.]
[The thought horrifies him, of course, that it had come to that. But the alternative, being controlled by something else, is far worse. Kain stretches, glancing around for his weapon, trying to get his bearings. If he'd died again, does this mean he's ended up in another world? That seems to be how it goes, after all.]
Where am I...?
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[There's still a weird creepy feeling, though. That feeling when you know you're definitely not alone. Hmmm. After a moment, he starts glancing around... looking around in all directions... then upward...]
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[It's worth anything to him. Sure, it's not the real thing, but he'll take what he can get about now.]
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I don't want anything in return for it. I like to paint, so I'd probably end up getting more out of it than you. [ Plus, she hasn't painted a sky in a long time. There are a thousand possibilities in her head. ]
We'll have to talk about what kind of sky you want, though? Sunrise? Sunset? Classic good day bright blue with white puffy clouds?
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If you're absolutely certain you don't need anything... I won't hold that against you. I appreciate this greatly.
[He's chosen a top room in one of the spires for a reason, and he really likes this notion of it being his sky room.]
A shame I cannot make it rotate between those depictions. I'm of a mind for the classic blue sky and clouds, though. It's the best sort of sky to jump into.
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Well! I have never seen the sky before! Never in my life!! Nyeh heh heh! I suppose I have an advantage there! But... even then, it can get sort of hard sometimes.
[Sans' favorite spot; the crystals in the Waterfall caverns, the ones that look like stars. Making up constellations. They did that because they felt like they had to, sometimes. It can get awfully dark in a place with no natural light.]
I suppose! The solution is to make your own sky! Yes, of course!
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[Kain has to wonder if this is what Rydia had felt like in the Feymarch, that was underground, after all. Is it weird for the Eidolons as well, coming to the surface occasionally?]
But I don't understand what you mean. How could I make my own sky?
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[Okay, dial it back. That one got a bit away from him.]
Ah, what I mean to say is...! Express yourself through art! Perhaps even through music or poetry? Then you can relive what the sky is like through all five emotions!
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I wouldn't know where to start, with such a thing. It's not something I have any experience with... I'd surely fail in such an attempt.
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Some of us come from places situated Underground. Never had to worry about seein' a sky before.
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Then... you didn't have to adjust much, to this place? It sounds like a strange life, to never go above the surface...
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[The sky might as well be a cryptid for most monsters. Only ones that remember the war had any sorta memory regardin' what it was like up there.]
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There might be, uhm, some cracks in the cave ceiling, but... I doubt it.
[She wouldn't even really know what she's looking for, seeing as she only ever saw glimpses of sunlight through the barrier, in the throne room with Asgore.]
Was it, uh... nice, though? Or, uhm, is it. The sky, I mean. You seem to m-miss it a lot.
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Fortunately, I can jump high... perhaps I could look for cracks when I do.
[It would be better than nothing, though it's sort of reminiscent of someone looking out of a prison cell at the sky outside. He tries not to let that thought overcome him.]
The sky is everything to a dragoon. It's where we fight, where we belong. When we jump and soar up there... it's like nothing else in the word. So... Yes. I do miss it. [Right, she's one of the... the monsters, like Eidolons, who'd never been to the surface.] I especially miss how much it can change... night and day, and weather...
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She wishes she had something she loved that much. Something that... made her that happy.]
That sounds like it makes you, uhm, r-really happy. I'm sorry you're stuck down here, uhm... so f-far away.
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It does. Make me happy, I mean. Of course, I have to endure its absence the same as everyone here... but that doesn't stop me from missing it.
I hope I have the chance to see it again someday, though.
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