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re_alignment2012-09-10 06:19 pm
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment2012-09-10 06:19 pm
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[video. cut to text] heeeeeeeyyyy sexy lady?
[There's a flash on the Link that looks like this. Except, there's also a falling flurry of pink between you and the image.]
*Are!!* [The voice is sweet and girlish and very startled, almost scared.]
[A frantic fumbling. Hey it's hard to walk in these boots, okay? He's working on it.. Then the video feed cuts. For a long moment, nothing. Then, a text.]
everything's fine! have a great day! ^____^
*Are!!* [The voice is sweet and girlish and very startled, almost scared.]
[A frantic fumbling. Hey it's hard to walk in these boots, okay? He's working on it.. Then the video feed cuts. For a long moment, nothing. Then, a text.]
everything's fine! have a great day! ^____^
[Action.]
[Understatement. You have no idea how huge everything looks.]
[Drift drops to the floor, sticking one foot up obediently for Vandal to work on.] The petals are....[S/he looks suddenly a little embarrassed. Because, frilly dress? cherry blossoms? This seems familiar.]
[Drift's glad for the distraction, obediently raising the thin arms over his head.]
[Action.]
[The shoes are tossed aside and Vandal tugs the shirt over his arms and head. She then goes about inserting his feet into either pant leg and balling them up so he can just pull those up without issue.]
Ah... there we go. Now you'll at least be comfortable.
[Oh. She plucks off the stupid hat.]
There we go. You look like a normal girl now.
Do you want me to take you to my house so you don't feel quite so small?
[Action.]
[Truth. You didn't sit in a closet and cry into your frilly pinafore.]
[He looks even smaller in the baggy clothes, the sleeves way longer than his arms.]
Karrie. You have to...you can't tell Wing. Or anyone. [He'll grab at you to make the point.]
...does it help? [He'd at least be hidden at her place.]
[Action.]
[She catches Drift's hands and pulls him to his feet, subsequently pulling him to her chest in a tight hug. There's something particularly good about being human. Hugs fucking rock.]
I won't.
And yeah, I think it might. Nobody is really out there so I don't have to-
[See. Anyone. She shudders.]
You're still Drift, okay? Even in this body. Now come on, take a deep breath. Does anything hurt?
[Action.]
What am I going to do if he needs me? Or if you need me?
[Right. Getting caught up in himself again. Just like what got him in trouble before.] Vandal, are you going to be okay?
[He does not feel like Drift.] ...my feet hurt. [Because what the hell is with those shoes? But they're off now, anyway. So he'll be okay.]
[Action.]
[She nods, putting on the stiff upper lip.] I will be Drift. I just need someone with me.
[She kneels down.]
Come on then, hop on my back.
[Action.]
I mean, normally do.
[But he can be with her. Maybe something is afraid of fans.]
[But he balks at this.] No. That's...no. I can walk.
[Action.]
Even in this body, you don't have to be able to hack things in half to be needed.
[She shakes her head.]
You'll destroy your feet if you walk like that, and I didn't have any shoes that would fit you. It'll be easier and faster and less painful for you this way.
: [Action.]
I don't know who I am without that, though. [Killing's the only thing he's ever been good at. ]
Vandal. You can't carry me everywhere.
[Action.]
You're Drift. Kind, moral, understanding, a little dorky sometimes but in an endearing way. You're loved by a lot of people. And they don't just love you for the pretty armor. They do because you're you.
[Or maybe she's just speaking for herself.]
I know. We'll get you something better soon but for now, please. Just... swallow your pride.