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snowwhiteproject) wrote2012-06-10 06:14 pm
snowwhiteproject) wrote2012-06-10 06:14 pm
Number 2; video/action
[How long has it been? A month? Two, or three? Time has blurred, a little, like it did when he was living in the mansion, only broken by that week where he was human again, time slowing to a brilliant crawl, where he had skin and flesh and got hungry and felt pain in places that weren't just where his heart was supposed to be-- but then it has worn away, and he'd fled back to the forest, to sit in trees and listen to the birds chatter and watch the squirrels chase each other, and watch the sun-- the sun! Could you imagine? He'd nearly forgotten the name of it, in the thousand-some years that his world had been eternally bright and always sunless-- and the rain, another thing he's all but forgotten.
He feels in his pocket for his journal, the little book that was filled with pages and pages and pages of people living out their lives, and feels a little pain where his heart should be.
Maybe it would be okay. Maybe the people here wouldn't mind him-- the people he'd met in person hadn't, even when he'd first arrived, all bones and grins and blank white eyes. And there weren't any shades here, no reason for him to use his magic to try and defeat something, so-- so there was no real chance of him losing control, of destroying everything, like he had at the Aerie--
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
And maybe he was just so lonely, with only the not-so-bright animals talking to him, without even Kainé to tell him stories and teach him to swear, or Sebastian to sit with him and listen to him play piano, or Weiss to tell jokes to, or-- or Nier....
Maybe he was just so lonely that he was grasping at excuses to talk to people.
He pulls out the book, and flips it open, and starts a new entry.]
Video
[Emil starts the post silently, propping the journal on the root of a tree and sitting back a little; he's still wearing his new feather plain cotton pants, and nothing else, leaving his empty ribcage for all the world to see; if it weren't for the dappled silvery wings folded against his back, a person would be able to see the forest straight through his bones.]
Um. Hi.
[He rubs his cheek, awkwardly, with his bony fingers, and says,]
My name's Emil. I've talked to some people before... but, well, not very many. Because a lot of people back home were scared of me, and...
[Nier had told him to keep moving forward, right?
But that didn't change that... Emil had done something horrible, once.]
... and they were probably right to be. I've... [He shakes his head, and falls silent for a moment, looking away from the journal; his skeletal shoulders hunch up, unconsciously, and even with his unchanging grin, it's clear that he's pretty miserable.] I've lost control, before, while fighting. And I've been involved in some... really bad things. Things that hurt people.
... But I'm here, and... I'm tired and lonely and I don't want to be outside anymore. Even if it's really cool to see the sun and rain, and listen to the animals and stuff, I don't want to be all alone. You know?
So, I want-- I mean... If I can, I would really like to move into the village, but. I want to make sure it's okay. And that I won't scare people, or bother anyone.
Um... Yeah.
[He leans forward, and ends the video.]
Action
[So, yeah! If anyone wants to find Emil in the forest near the village after that, he'll be curled in the roots of a tree, fussing with the journal and having hopes.]
He feels in his pocket for his journal, the little book that was filled with pages and pages and pages of people living out their lives, and feels a little pain where his heart should be.
Maybe it would be okay. Maybe the people here wouldn't mind him-- the people he'd met in person hadn't, even when he'd first arrived, all bones and grins and blank white eyes. And there weren't any shades here, no reason for him to use his magic to try and defeat something, so-- so there was no real chance of him losing control, of destroying everything, like he had at the Aerie--
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
And maybe he was just so lonely, with only the not-so-bright animals talking to him, without even Kainé to tell him stories and teach him to swear, or Sebastian to sit with him and listen to him play piano, or Weiss to tell jokes to, or-- or Nier....
Maybe he was just so lonely that he was grasping at excuses to talk to people.
He pulls out the book, and flips it open, and starts a new entry.]
Video
[Emil starts the post silently, propping the journal on the root of a tree and sitting back a little; he's still wearing his new feather plain cotton pants, and nothing else, leaving his empty ribcage for all the world to see; if it weren't for the dappled silvery wings folded against his back, a person would be able to see the forest straight through his bones.]
Um. Hi.
[He rubs his cheek, awkwardly, with his bony fingers, and says,]
My name's Emil. I've talked to some people before... but, well, not very many. Because a lot of people back home were scared of me, and...
[Nier had told him to keep moving forward, right?
But that didn't change that... Emil had done something horrible, once.]
... and they were probably right to be. I've... [He shakes his head, and falls silent for a moment, looking away from the journal; his skeletal shoulders hunch up, unconsciously, and even with his unchanging grin, it's clear that he's pretty miserable.] I've lost control, before, while fighting. And I've been involved in some... really bad things. Things that hurt people.
... But I'm here, and... I'm tired and lonely and I don't want to be outside anymore. Even if it's really cool to see the sun and rain, and listen to the animals and stuff, I don't want to be all alone. You know?
So, I want-- I mean... If I can, I would really like to move into the village, but. I want to make sure it's okay. And that I won't scare people, or bother anyone.
Um... Yeah.
[He leans forward, and ends the video.]
Action
[So, yeah! If anyone wants to find Emil in the forest near the village after that, he'll be curled in the roots of a tree, fussing with the journal and having hopes.]
[video]
But then he hears what Emil says, and it makes him sad to hear. If he had known the boy was living out all alone, Ryoji would have invited him over for dinner or something! He knows what it's like to not want people to see the scary part of you and what loneliness is, so seeing Emil and hearing him talk like this hits home.
But Ryoji has an idea for another way to help Emil, besides simply just inviting him into the village! ]
Hi, Emil! It's nice to see you, and I really hope you like it in the village! You're definitely welcome to come visit our house any time.
Also, this Saturday, there's going to be a meet-up for everyone who isn't really a normal human to come and talk about their experiences. Would you like to come with me to that? You definitely won't be alone there, either!