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lucetilogs2012-01-07 01:44 pm
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A name. A word.
Who: Daisy SPARTAN-023 daisy023, Valvalis aero_dienamic, and Neliel du Oderschvank former_third.
What: A family loses its' youngest member. Unlike Daisy, to where she should be.
When: Immediate aftermath of the Draft. - Backdated to hell and back.
Where: House #51.
Summary: Daisy returns home from the Draft, as a promise she made to Valvalis to seek for toys for their youngest sister. Only to find that she has returned home. Her true home.
Rating: PG, at most.
SPARTAN-023 returns from her draft, the armor impervious to the snowstorm around her.
With no lasting damage over herself or her armor, she obeys the order of Valvalis to return to their home as soon as the draft ended. With the reports of a blizzard, Daisy grew concerned, but she knew Valvalis would keep them all safe and entertained. With even the movies laid out by the turtle -Donatello, she corrects herself-, all must have gone well.
But she abruptly stops in front of the house of Valvalis and Neliel. Something is wrong.
Spartan senses take over, a sense of worry and danger tamed by training. The Chief Petty Officer removes the lock of her pistol and approaches to the side of the door.
"Val. Nel. You girls home?"
Regardless of the answer, she opens it and ventures inside with a lowered pistol to look for anyone inside.
Her delicate ears are able to listen to the things inside the house the moment she got close enough, to know something was seriously wrong. There are no steps in the snow, or signs of hands or feet that would suggest that the windows had been opened for Valvalis to fly through. Worst of all... she does register two adult women inside within her HUD, but one voice is absent. It is the reason she is suddenly acting as if someone had invaded their household.
She doesn't hear Kirimi.
daisy023, Valvalis aero_dienamic, and Neliel du Oderschvank former_third.What: A family loses its' youngest member. Unlike Daisy, to where she should be.
When: Immediate aftermath of the Draft. - Backdated to hell and back.
Where: House #51.
Summary: Daisy returns home from the Draft, as a promise she made to Valvalis to seek for toys for their youngest sister. Only to find that she has returned home. Her true home.
Rating: PG, at most.
SPARTAN-023 returns from her draft, the armor impervious to the snowstorm around her.
With no lasting damage over herself or her armor, she obeys the order of Valvalis to return to their home as soon as the draft ended. With the reports of a blizzard, Daisy grew concerned, but she knew Valvalis would keep them all safe and entertained. With even the movies laid out by the turtle -Donatello, she corrects herself-, all must have gone well.
But she abruptly stops in front of the house of Valvalis and Neliel. Something is wrong.
Spartan senses take over, a sense of worry and danger tamed by training. The Chief Petty Officer removes the lock of her pistol and approaches to the side of the door.
"Val. Nel. You girls home?"
Regardless of the answer, she opens it and ventures inside with a lowered pistol to look for anyone inside.
Her delicate ears are able to listen to the things inside the house the moment she got close enough, to know something was seriously wrong. There are no steps in the snow, or signs of hands or feet that would suggest that the windows had been opened for Valvalis to fly through. Worst of all... she does register two adult women inside within her HUD, but one voice is absent. It is the reason she is suddenly acting as if someone had invaded their household.
She doesn't hear Kirimi.
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"I'm glad you're... okay." Again, the effort is there, but, the heart isn't. She's not trying very hard to hide it, but it's obvious the woman is terribly saddened by the loss of their youngest member.
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It's Val's eyes that get to tame the Spartan just by looking at her. She cannot lie to her, she is taking this the hardest. And yet she's trying.
For her. For Nel.
Her anger wanes. Her muscles loosen inside her armor. After a while, she secures her weapon.
"I'm here." Daisy mutters.
Without the loss to be transformed into fury -into an instinct to fight and protect-, she feels hollow. Kirimi's empty room is all she sees.
She feels sadness. And she doesn't know what to do with nothing to direct it at.
"Did she leave anything?"
She asks with all the stoicism she can muster, letting out something between solidness, and a drained voice.
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She can't finish it. She just cuts off and looks away. She always knew this was the fate of anyone who left, but it's just... wrong, somehow. How can it just be like she was never here?
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"Not even our pictures..." Nothing that would be marked specifically as 'evidence of Kirimi' remained in the house, except for the three women themselves. "Why do they take everything?" she says a pitch louder, looking up, but not moving the hair from her face.
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The Spartan kneels. She removes her helmet to set it over her legs. Daisy holds the helmet for a long time in silence, her own lengthened hair draping over it and her armor.
She's living on borrowed time. The reminder that she doesn't have much time left scares her.
"Sometimes memories is all that's needed."
Liar. You still wish you had kept something for Ralph and Samuel. You still hold on to your toy like a frightened girl. She is going to search her suits' records for an image of Kirimi. Anything of her. A picture to keep... For Val. For her.
"She's where she should be. She has a better life at home."
She knows that is true, at least. Kirimi got back in four years what Daisy almost ended her own life and that of her sister for never getting back. She is back with parents that love her and would protect her from anything that the Malnosso or Halsey would ever do to her, and her parents would never cry at night wondering where their daughter was, or trying to keep alive a replacement that would have a slow death. And yet her words do little to soothe her pain.
"I will never forget her. I'm happy I met her, and I'm glad she saw me as her family."
Daisy had changed too much for a Spartan.
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To say that it hasn't helped would be an understatement. It all just falls flat no matter how true it is. Kirimi might have a life, a family back home, but here, all Nel can think of her as is her daughter, her precious little girl. That life waiting for her back home seems unreal.
"If I could just... know where she is, how she's doing, then maybe..."
Maybe she could be more alright with this.
Then again, maybe not. After all, she'd still be gone.
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She remembers... more than a year ago, a grown-up Kirimi having come to her. All her memories in tact, magic learned from Val and her brother alike within her grasp. Sure, that may not be her future, but, it gives her a glimmer of hope that she is home, and safe.
"She's home... But I want her back!" she yells out, burying her face into her arms and knees, bawling aloud in front of the remains of her family.
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"... I understand it." And yet it's the need to know. Even if she might safe, they all just want to see her. Hug her. Have some more time with her. Just see that she'll have the life that she should have.
This is what mothers feel. They've known Kirimi for longer.
"I'm so sorry."
Daisy mutters to both of them. She shifts towards the air elemental to let a hand over her shoulder. She knew Valvalis was impervious to the cold of her metallic suit. She remains in silence as she sobs.
"Me and Nel are still here, Val. We're not going anywhere tonight."
Right now, they both need the company. While they are still together. Daisy prays that promise for at least that long. And when her time comes for any of them, that they'll have the strength to overcome it.
She needs it right now.
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Family. They are, one and all, family here. They'll get through this together.
Though the utter bareness of the room around them isn't really helping that. It looms as a bitter reminder of what they've lost.
"We should... move. To a different room at least."
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And after a good while, Val agrees, and eventually stands up. At least, for now, she's going to try and make light of this terrible scenario. "Look at us... Three women of battle crying over the loss of a girl. If only this was one of those experiments." She makes the effort to wipe her tears away.
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"Just so you know, I blame you."
Not that it may be a bad thing. If it weren't for Valvalis, she would've abandoned all the progress she had made in this place.
"Come on." She tries to lift the girls up, an usually effortless task even when out of her armor. "Nel and I will make you something. I won't burn anything."
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"To be fair, in my case at least I was already mocked by my peers for being more emotional than was usual, if only in reference to my fraccion."
She sometimes suspected that was part of the reason Nnoitra had been so eager to get rid of her.
When Daisy helped her up, she gave a warm smile and nodded at her suggestion. "Yes... a nice meal would feel very good about now."
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Val takes a deep breath, a long, heavy sigh.
"We should eat. I promise I'll stay out of the kitchen..."
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Even the elemental knows that if Daisy had regretted anything she had ever done, she wouldn't have had any of these things. When Daisy started anew in this world, Valvalis gave her everything.
Daisy leads them to the dining room, while she goes to make a brief meal. While she makes a meal of pork and mashed potatoes... the moment they sit, she will sneak in a dessert as well. They will all need it.
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When everything's ready and they've sat down to eat, it takes all her will not to stare at what she's come to consider "Kirimi's place" at the table.
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She takes a deep heavy breath, gazing blankly out the window while, and when, Nel is away cooking.
Everyone sitting at the table makes the meal a little awkward. A tiny little chair being empty at the table. Well, not tiny, but, still... there should be a body there that isn't. And it is hard to not stare, and not think about it.
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After she sets herself around Nel and Val, for Daisy, it is the easiest not to look. For the Squadrons of normal humans suddenly eating with members that did not return, and for Spartans that had to mourn their lost ones, it's something she had gotten used to.
Had her world prepared her for these losses, or had this one?