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What: Presea finally regains her soul! HOSHI-
When: Today at sunset
Where: House 19, Kratos and Presea's place.
Summary: Kratos finally finishes the final touches on the Key Crest and equips it on Presea. The results that follow, well... Aren't going to be pretty.
Rating: PG?
After more than a month of researching as much as he could about the Exspheres and Cruxis Crystals of his world, Kratos felt that he was ready to complete refining the Key Crest for Presea. It had been too risky before that; If he ruined just one little part of it, the Key Crest might not work... or, worse, it could just speed up the process of her deterioration. But finally, Kratos felt as ie he knew enough about what to do to complete the task he appointed to himself since Presea arrived.

At noon, Kratos head to the smithy and requested to use the back room to create something. At sunset, he finally emerged with a full day's of hard work showing on his entire physique. Yet in his hands he held the outcome of it all; A completed Key Crest designed to fit perfectly around Presea's Cruxis Crystal comfortably. He nodded his head to the people who worked the smithy in thanks, and then left as soon as he could. The shop still held memories of his son for him, and while seeing these people continue his legacy and not let the smithy die... He still felt that the right to it belonged to Lloyd and Lloyd alone.

Soon enough, Kratos arrived at the house he and Presea stayed in and stepped inside. She should be here by now... And he could hear the rattle of pots and pans from the kitchen. Good... He headed towards there, Key Crest gripped in his hand as he called out, "Presea."

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[Presea emerges from the kitchen a moment or two after she was summoned, hoverin in the doorway. She regards Kratos like she does with anyone and everyone else, a blank and expressionless face.]

...Yes?

[And just like always, Presea's Cruxis Crystal was in plain sight. Kratos knelt down on one knee and turned the Key Crest in his hand, a frown working its way to his face. He still wasn't sure if this would work...]

Would you come here?

[Obediently, Presea walked over silently towards Kratos, stopping in front of him and staring into his face for another order.]

Stand still for a moment.

[And here's the moment of truth... Kratos places a hand on Presea's shoulder as he brings the Key Crest forward to attach to her Cruxis Crystal. Just as he thought - it fit perfectly and attached easily. But all of his hard work would be for naught if there was no result to this. So, he glanced upwards to her eyes. Please, let this work...]

[Presea nodded and did as she was told, holding perfectly still. The hand suddenly touching her made her muscles twitch a little, but otherwise, she did nothing to push Kratos away, or worse.

As soon as the Keycrest was properly attached, the effects kicked in instantly.]

Huh? Wh-Where am I? Who are you?

Edited 2010-09-01 04:09 (UTC)

Wh...Where's my daddy?!

[As soon as her eyes cleared, Kratos knew that it worked. It worked. He'd never done this before, never bothered to, and now that he did...

Lloyd would be so proud of him. It's a thought that very, very rarely occurs to him, but he can't help it. He'd done it.

It's with that thought, and seeing Presea with an expression, that Kratos smiles for her.]

Welcome back.

[But then it falls away once she asks all of her questions. Ah, that's right... Her memories of the past several years of this should be extremely foggy, or even non-existent. He keeps his hand on her shoulder as he glances off to the side for a second. This is going to be hard for her...]

You are in another place... far from your father. Another world with no known return. [Baby steps. Let's not reveal that her father is dead right now. That'd be way too much to pile on to her.]

['Welcome back'? What did this strange person mean? Presea stared in confusion, opening her mouth to ask again, but when Kratos spoke, she had to listen. And her eyes widened in horror at what she heard. Far away from--no! She had to go home now!]

What...? N-No, that's--I have to go home! Daddy...I want my daddy!!

[It's been a very long time since he's had to dealt with something like this. Really, Kratos should've been more prepared... But the fact of the matter is, he isn't. He has to hesitate before he responds.]

... I'm sorry. If I knew the way out of this place, I would have long ago... For everyone in this world.

[Maybe she'd be willing cooperate if...] Would you be willing to help us?

Edited 2010-09-01 06:29 (UTC)

I...

[Just want to go home. Presea hesitates, looking at Kratos with uncertainty. It was all very hard to swallow. How could she even tell this man was telling the truth and hadn't taken her away from home? She didn't remember much; her memories felt clouded and foggy.

For a moment, though, she considered listening to this strange man, and maybe agreeing, but something caught her eye before she could respond--wings. On his back...and on her own.

Old memories of her being experimented on, of pain, coldness, and a terrible stillness afterward came racing back, and all her calm disappeared as Presea panicked. She shrugged Kratos' hand off her shoulder and took a few steps back.]

Wh-What? Why do I have--what did you do to me?! [She made a grab for her own wings and--pain. So much pain.] Ahh!

[He had almost succeeded in calming her down at least enough for him to explain further until that happened. Kratos reached a hand toward her again, and then let it drop back to his knelt knee. This wasn't going to work.]

Do not touch them. They've been attached by the beings who brought us here, the Malnosso. Everyone in this world has them... It is a symbol of our imprisonment here. And another reason why we wish to find a way out.

[Presea only caught the end of what Kratos said, whimpering at the pain she felt and gripping her arms tightly. She didn't like this. She didn't like being here, being trapped, being tampered with. She had already been tampered with, and she could remember it.

No, she had to get away somehow. Her eyes looked around and spotted the door a few steps away. Taking a few steps towards it, Presea glanced back at Kratos, much like a frightened animal.]

I-I don't--I want to go home!! I have to see my daddy! He's alone, and sick, and...

[Kratos won't move to stop her. Instead, he stays knelt down and just watches her. He knows that if he goes after her or blocks her path, he'll only scare her more... and he also knows that she needs a lot of time to accept this.]

... I know. I only wish to help you... Should you accept it.

[The fact that he doesn't pursue her is beneficial, and helps Presea calm down. Even so, she's heard those words before. 'We just want to help'...those were the words she recalled before her body was tampered with. Presea shook her head to clear out those horrible thoughts, and looked sadly at Kratos, maybe even apologetically.]

I'm...sorry.

[And she hurried towards the door, opened it, and rushed off. She really was sorry, since he seemed sincere enough, but Presea really just needed to be alone and think. It was too much right now for her to grasp.]

[Kratos watches her leave, and straightens himself out, but he doesn't go after her. Instead, he shuts his door, leaves it unlocked just in case she happens to return, and goes to straighten up her room. This was for the best, really. Kratos would probably have made things worse, as he doesn't truly know of her whole situation... Whereas the others did.

She needed time to herself, anyway. This was a lot to take in at once...]

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