Are you there, Symphonia, it's me, Sheena...

[ninjainviolet]

[It's been a long time since she's looked at her journal, but even in her darkest moments, Sheena's never forgotten it or the people she once spoke to over it. How could she, when she'd see their faces as she hunted them down again and again?

For several long moments, she sits in a quiet corner of Once-ler's cave running her hand over the binding, as though trying to commit it to memory before opening it. Her eyes narrow in confusion as she sees what's been written there. Strange ramblings about anything and everything--including a comparison (with pictures) of Once-ler and a giraffe and the theory of how they're related.

She closes the book, then re-opens it. Yes, all those things are still there. Picking up the pencil she had found, she sighed as she put the shaking tip to the paper and began writing.]

[Filtered away from Mithos and his unchanged supporters and those who have been turned into Angels of all kinds and have yet to be fitted with a keycrest]

[That should do it because she's not exactly writing anything, but sketching...

At first the strokes are hesitant, but soon they gain confidence as her skill comes back and those who recognize who she's drawn will know it for what it is:



A notice that she's alive and has been 'crested.

Setting the journal aside, she sits with her knees drawn to her chest, hoping that this signal isn't too late.]

[ooc: She's trying to get in contact with those from home who might still be around in order to start healing, but anyone is free to contact her and let her know they're alive.]

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mind link

[fistfullofmagic]

[Though it has been a long time since he last saw his journal, Dhaos has far from given up attempting to communicate through...alternate means. Most minds were unfamiliar to him; the few he knew would not have had the capacity to answer, trapped within the deepest recesses of their own minds as they were. But now, finally, finally was someone he could "speak" to without causing an instinctual distrust. And so he reaches out with his mind to hers.]

I see you have broken free of your confinement. I'm glad.

mind link

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena jumps at the voice, but doesn't see anything in the journal. Is he here? She looks up but doesn't see anything. She KNOWS she heard him, though and very quietly says his name.]

Dhaos?

[fistfullofmagic]

[He smiles. Success.]

Yes. It is good to know you have not forgotten my voice. ...Or the "sound" of my thoughts in this case.

[ninjainviolet]

Your thoughts?

[She's on the verge of checking outside when that stops her.]

[fistfullofmagic]

It is the only way I can speak to others. I am... Mithos found me too precious a specimen to attach a crystallized soul to. Why waste the chance to study the only Seraph in existence who grew to be this way naturally?

...You are the first I have managed to exchange friendly words with in two years...

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena slumps back to the ground.]

Where are you?

[fistfullofmagic]

...I do not know. A laboratory of sorts I suppose. I have not seen outside this room, and the researchers do not speak of what occurs in other parts of the facility.

...Sometimes though, I can hear screams through the walls.

Filter to this person

[wilder]

[It's a full day before Zelos even looks in the journal to notice it (there's only so many Garry theories one can take). It's another few hours before he fully gets the courage to reply to it. He makes sure that he is far away from the cave he's been hiding- in case it's a trap so they don't pick the sounds of the others. He uses a pen that he was able to snatch before writing out slowly]

Hello?

Filter

[ninjainviolet]

[She sits in amazement as the letters appear on the page slowly. Does she recognize the writing? She's not sure, and like the writer, she fears it may be a trap and that the filter failed, so, she picks up the pencil and writes a response quickly, but in her unmistakable style.]

Hello? Who is this?

Filter

[wilder]

[It certainly looks like what he remembers of Sheena's handwriting, but at the same time...]

[Well, he'll give a clue as he writes]

What? You couldn't recognize me by my sheer gorgeous handwriting alone? That hurts.

Filter

[ninjainviolet]

[And she's going to give a clue right back, dictated with much affection.]

Zelos, you Idiot.

Filter

[wilder]

[So it really is her...there's a sharp exhale and a pause...before he finally dictates]

Hey. Long time no see.

Filter

[ninjainviolet]

Yeah, I know.

[She hesitates, but she can't say why.]

Are you doing okay?

[whichwayyoulean]

[Eventually, the Once-ler reappears, a cup of hot tea in each hand. He'll offer her one of them as he heads towards his workstation, pausing to peer at her picture]

Hey, that's Corrine, right? [He remembers the little creature from that nightmare of hers. Amongst all that mess the castle made before everything went to hell]

[ninjainviolet]

[She takes the tea gratefully. The sensations are dim, like a faded memory, but she'll swear she feels the heat and can taste the tea as she drinks it. Whether she can or not doesn't really matter, it's a step towards being normal.]

You remember him?

[She's surprised and thrilled at the same time.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[The motions are enough. He hopes it's something to help her, at least. Rather than avoid the sensations alltogether]

Sure, he was really important to you. I do remember some special things about people, you know.

[He wouldn't admit it, but it was a defining point in their relationship for him. It made her someone he felt comfortable talking about the Lorax to. Something he struggles with most other people, besides perhaps Martel]

[ninjainviolet]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. It's just that it's been so long.

[She had been aware of that turning point at the time it occurred; now it's a memory jumbled with a mess of others trying to sort themselves out--until one memory jumps out at her and she looks at him.]

I remember-- Your forest spirit...

[whichwayyoulean]

Don't worry about it.

[He nods, taking a seat beside her. The forest spirit that was never far from his thoughts, not even in this wasteland of a place]

The Lorax.

[ninjainviolet]

[She sips her tea as he sits down, her eyes slightly unfocused as she tries to recall more.]

I think-- I think if he knew what's happened, Once-ler, he'd be proud of you.

Filter to the artist

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

That's very pretty.

Filter to the nice person.

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena starts at the strange voice.]

Thanks. His name's Corrine.

Filter to the artist

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

You're welcome. Corrine is a good name. What's your name?

Filter to the nice person.

[ninjainviolet]

Mine?

[She's afraid to mention it to anyone outside of a certain circle, but she may as well get it over with.]

Sheena Fujibayashi.

[Yeah, the assassin Angel]

Filter to the artist

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

I'm Rapunzel.

Rapunzel

[ninjainviolet]

N-Nice to meet you.

[She seriously doesn't hate her?]