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.]

Comments

[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.

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler's smile fades somewhat]

I don't think he'd be proud of me until I fixed what I did to his forest.

[ninjainviolet]

[Damn. She had been giving him a compliment. She should learn when to shut up.]

You can't do that right now, but you're doing things to help others without expecting any reward, right?

[whichwayyoulean]

[Dealing with the Once-ler's emotions is like tap dancing through a minefield, you never know when you'll hit something that'll end in disaster]

Well...yeah. You're my friends, and you guys have looked out for me. It's about time I did the same.

[ninjainviolet]

[They're so much alike... Except she literally blows up. Well, she used to.]

I still say the Lorax would be proud of you for it.

[She touches the picture she drew.]

He would.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He watches her for a while, silent, before letting out a sigh]

...I don't know. Maybe.

[ninjainviolet]

[Guess what, Once-ler, she's going to break personal space for a moment and touch your hand gently, both as reassurance that you're there physically, and that she's there for you, if she can be.

It's just a quick touch, and she pulls away from him almost immediately.]

"Unless..." applies Once-ler. You care a lot, and things are changing.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He starts a little at the touch, be relaxes when she eases back]

I guess time'll be the real judge of that.

[ninjainviolet]

Isn't it always?

[She leans back even farther to put that distance between them--but, she's not entirely sure for whose sake.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[He watches her lean back, settling against the wall himself]

I guess you're right there.

[ninjainviolet]

[She tilts her head after taking a sip of tea.]

Yeah, but sometimes people figure it out first, Once-ler.

[whichwayyoulean]

When it comes to me, I can't argue, there.

[ninjainviolet]

Why would you want to?