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re_alignment2014-03-06 07:14 pm
fractalize) wrote in re_alignment2014-03-06 07:14 pm
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first snowflake β action/video β life's too short
Anna?
[ The first few moments are blurry and dark, barely any light peeking in. The moment Elsa opens her eyes a little wider, fear envelops her. Monsters. Metal monsters, whispering and buzzing, looking at her like she was some sort of alien. She almost screams, crawling off of the berth she'd been placed, the metal and concrete already beginning to hiss with cold and frost. There was a solid, plastic object in her hand, and she gripped it subconsciously. The cold crawled up the walls with her fear of the strange creatures. No one had a chance to tell her anything, not before she scrambled away from them, making a break for the door. The ice that followed her really deterred any pursuers at that point; each footstep she left grew a thin layer of crystals underneath it.
Once outside, out of the grasp of those nightmarish giants, she looked up.
What had she done?
Of course, that's instantly her fear; that she'd frozen over the kingdom, and there was no heat to be found at all. She steps back in awe, small flakes of ice brushing off on her skirt and onto the rocky ground. Pebbles grew little coats of crystals as she shrunk towards a wall, and her question was answered. No, the dark sky was not her doing, this was nothing like home. The pillow of frost grows around her, encasing the surrounding pebbles in ice. Getting a gold of herself, Elsa backs away, trying to stop herself from freezing anything else, but goodness, she was so scared. Where was she? ]
Anna?! Olaf...?
[ She looks around nervously--- ]
Anyone? [ She grips the object in her hand tighter. Elsa steps back, looking for anything, anyone to identify as familiar. ]
Okay, okay. We can do this---I can do this. Conceal. Don't feel, conceal.
[ Conceal, and only then, could she ask someone for help. This could be a while. Finally, a rational thought surfaces. What was this device, this plastic, shiny thing? A crackling and a click of a button ends up turning the feed on, then a sudden crack. It's almost static like, but there's a voice in the distance. She can hear things, voices, people, coming from the strange instrument. Turns out she's dropped it in fear of freezing it solid. What if it was a mirror, a magic one, like in the stories she's read? Monsters and magic, clearly a talking mirror wasn't too far out there to believe. ]
Hello?
Hello, is someone there?
Please, I---if there is, just tell me where I am. What this place is. Has anyone seen my sister?
Please----[ The voice sounds rather upset, regretful, almost. Another few clicks and there's a video, but it's jagged and blocky. Is that ice? ]
No, oh no, is it working? Please, she's only about as tall as me, with reddish blonde hair, in braids. She's loud, and clumsy---please, I need to find her. Her name is Anna.
[ A nervous hand nudges the device, attempting to scrape off some of the ice. She's successful for a moment, just long enough to show her face, before the feed dies. Yep. She froze it. So there she will stand, nervous and alone, looking around defensively to avoid the company of any more giants. ]
[ The first few moments are blurry and dark, barely any light peeking in. The moment Elsa opens her eyes a little wider, fear envelops her. Monsters. Metal monsters, whispering and buzzing, looking at her like she was some sort of alien. She almost screams, crawling off of the berth she'd been placed, the metal and concrete already beginning to hiss with cold and frost. There was a solid, plastic object in her hand, and she gripped it subconsciously. The cold crawled up the walls with her fear of the strange creatures. No one had a chance to tell her anything, not before she scrambled away from them, making a break for the door. The ice that followed her really deterred any pursuers at that point; each footstep she left grew a thin layer of crystals underneath it.
Once outside, out of the grasp of those nightmarish giants, she looked up.
What had she done?
Of course, that's instantly her fear; that she'd frozen over the kingdom, and there was no heat to be found at all. She steps back in awe, small flakes of ice brushing off on her skirt and onto the rocky ground. Pebbles grew little coats of crystals as she shrunk towards a wall, and her question was answered. No, the dark sky was not her doing, this was nothing like home. The pillow of frost grows around her, encasing the surrounding pebbles in ice. Getting a gold of herself, Elsa backs away, trying to stop herself from freezing anything else, but goodness, she was so scared. Where was she? ]
Anna?! Olaf...?
[ She looks around nervously--- ]
Anyone? [ She grips the object in her hand tighter. Elsa steps back, looking for anything, anyone to identify as familiar. ]
Okay, okay. We can do this---I can do this. Conceal. Don't feel, conceal.
[ Conceal, and only then, could she ask someone for help. This could be a while. Finally, a rational thought surfaces. What was this device, this plastic, shiny thing? A crackling and a click of a button ends up turning the feed on, then a sudden crack. It's almost static like, but there's a voice in the distance. She can hear things, voices, people, coming from the strange instrument. Turns out she's dropped it in fear of freezing it solid. What if it was a mirror, a magic one, like in the stories she's read? Monsters and magic, clearly a talking mirror wasn't too far out there to believe. ]
Hello?
Hello, is someone there?
Please, I---if there is, just tell me where I am. What this place is. Has anyone seen my sister?
Please----[ The voice sounds rather upset, regretful, almost. Another few clicks and there's a video, but it's jagged and blocky. Is that ice? ]
No, oh no, is it working? Please, she's only about as tall as me, with reddish blonde hair, in braids. She's loud, and clumsy---please, I need to find her. Her name is Anna.
[ A nervous hand nudges the device, attempting to scrape off some of the ice. She's successful for a moment, just long enough to show her face, before the feed dies. Yep. She froze it. So there she will stand, nervous and alone, looking around defensively to avoid the company of any more giants. ]
[audio] Quite alright! I'm just glad to see you're still interested! :)
Hey... um... sorry if I scared you with how I put that metaphor. I just really didn't know how else to explain it.
But you know what? It'll be OK. There's lots of good people here who're used to dealing with lots of different brands of weirdness. And if I can't help you figure this out, in the end, I'm sure one of them'll step in to help.
Especially guys like Sora and Ventus, though I don't know if you've talked to either of them yet. They both sort of live for the whole 'helping people and making friends' thing.
[audio] oh lord yes these two ; u;
....Right? She thought terribly of herself now that she'd gone to her mantra; like it was wrong of her now that she knew that was the problem. Still, her problem now was just making sure she didn't cry, not in front of anyone. ]
It's fine. You hit a little close to home, that's all. I'll be fine.
[ I'll be fine, that's a new one. ]
When do you think you could help me? I---
[ I'll be fine, I'll be fine. ]
It's already happened once; I just don't want to freeze over my new home either.
IKR? Such emotionally confused babbies... :'3
Alright. Though if I do it again? You can totally feel free to hit me with a snowball in retaliation. A big, slushy one too.
[He knows you can't see it, but he does his best to project a charming smirky-smile though his tone of voice. C'mon, doesn't the mental image of a wise-ass like him getting a well deserved face-full of slush cheer you up a little?
Back to business, though.]
Whenever you want, really? My schedule's pretty flexible.
As for potential training locations, there's an arena near Megatronus' temple that we could probly use; he normally uses it for combat training, but he's out of town at the moment. Don't figure he'd mind us using it. Or of course there's plenty of random open areas without much to damage besides rocks. Up to you, really.
Though before we get down to training, you'll probly at least want to get settled in first. Get something to eat, find a place to sleep, probly actually get some sleep, and all that. Since calling this a crazy day for you would probably be the understatement of the century, and it's best to go into something like this relatively clear-headed.
no subject
Thank you. No, don't---don't worry about it.
I think it's safe for me to say I won't be getting any sleep. Not soon, anyways. I'd try, but...
My time is better used learning how to control.
no subject
You might think differently after we've been training for awhile; it can be tiring work, especially if you're not used to it. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Food's still a good idea, though, so I'll probly bring some when I come meet you.
And speaking of which, about where are you, if you know? Did you catch the name of the temple you woke up in?
[Axel's willing to be she hasn't ventured too far from where she'd awoken, despite her stated desire to distance herself from the world.]
no subject
[ At least, that's what she heard whispered. ]
I'm outside Prima's. I don't---
[ She's still quite nervous about meeting someone in person. ]
You're sure? About this? About helping me?
no subject
And if I wasn't sure, do you think I'd have been so insistent? I'll stop by the pantry and grab us something, then come meet you outside Prima's temple. Shouldn't be too long.
no subject
I---alright.
[ She wrings her hands, still nervous. ]
Thank you, I---
I didn't get your name.
no subject
[His catchphrase is said with a less snarky tone than normal, in hopes of making it clearer that it's mostly a joke. Audio-only makes that a bit harder to get across than it might otherwise be.]
Anyway, see you shortly. Just keep an eye out for a tall guy with red hair and a black coat. That'll be me.
lol wow elsa way to be polite
[ A strange name. Regardless, it still makes her smile slightly. What an even stranger tag line. ]
Elsa.
Alright. And---thank you, again.
And on to the log! :)
[The line disconnects with a soft click.]