10-09-2013, 01:45 AM
Several names. Camelot. Coruscant.
They held meaning, perhaps power as well, however, Kairi could remember nothing familiar about them; they were just as foreign as that presence lingering all around the White. Omni . . . even thinking it in silence was unsettling, and, for a moment . . . she did recall:
Pitch black, a stark contrast to the Nexus, what had been one type of nothingness exchanged for an appeal to the more sinister. A face in the dark, all around peering at her, and, a voice piercing through the veil – soft and ear-piercing at the same time and no less all-encompassing. It spewed confidence with a shade of arrogance, maybe even some rightly earned in one way or another.
‘You interest me’ The words resounded over and over again, possessing a strange finality to them. Then, there was nothing once again. She could not remember. The chains that were linked in one moment, were severed in the next and discarded into their own existence, a pocket realm as it were.
Kairi shuddered and reality took shape once again, or, at least what passed for reality here. She blinked watching as the gentleman to her right leaned upon his sword, almost as though – she wanted to ask but she did not – he needed it to support himself. Yet, that could not be right. There was something else, too but the thoughts slipped away.
“Mmm . . . “ she reflected, her gaze shifting to her feet and her arms now relaxing at her sides. The first words had been parted, and, she was noticeable less nervous; the jitters were fading, and, so was the haze that had clouded her mind since her arrival. Even if she did not remember, this place was starting to become real to her. And, with it nerves that made her stomach lurch and nausea hit her in waves, were now mixed with bouts of fear, trepidation, and, mostly the feeling of truly being alone and separate from what she could at one time, call a home.
Not dreaming then . . . the girl in red decided. Her head rose and she looked from Thrall back to Bradley and rested her soft, almost timid, gaze upon the
Orc. Maybe he would be surprised that of the two she seemed to be more afraid of the one that was her kin. His troops were just as faceless as the White. They represented something that she could not fathom and in that unknown span, danger resided.
After some time, she parted her lips to reside, again finding comfort as one foot tucked itself behind the other and played with it. A nervous habit, but, nonetheless, an effective one. Her thoughts and her body became steady; breaths slowed and her eyes became fixed, narrowed while a serious expression took its place upon her face.
Then, she did not respond. Movement overtook them as a shadow reflected and rebounded off the streaming water of the fountain. Someone crept around the side and thereafter out in the open. Another newcomer, and Kairi immediately brightened, a smile appearing with any sense of determination all-but slipping away for its counter in genuine warmth and care.
“Well, hey there, you,” she consoled. “They’re here to help with that . . . “ she gestured to the pair: one sitting and the other standing at close hand to his weapon of course, innonently not realizing that the question hadn't been meant for her at all. “I think,” she shrugged. Despite her nerves, fear, and, despite, well, everything, she could not help but feel drawn to the only other female in present company, and, was glad to welcome even a stern stranger to their company. At least she would no longer be addressing man and orc alone. That in itself was a blessing.
Still peering at the approaching soldier she added: “My name’s Kairi . . .” though the words almost trailed off and her voice became shaken at her own volition. Soft mannerisms took root and they practically vanished away to the endless trickle of flowing water behind them. She had caught a glance of the expression which weighed Lightning down and it had struck something deep within her.
I . . . I know that look . . . She thought to herself. Riku. A name came to her but not of the boy with the bright smile and face.
They held meaning, perhaps power as well, however, Kairi could remember nothing familiar about them; they were just as foreign as that presence lingering all around the White. Omni . . . even thinking it in silence was unsettling, and, for a moment . . . she did recall:
Pitch black, a stark contrast to the Nexus, what had been one type of nothingness exchanged for an appeal to the more sinister. A face in the dark, all around peering at her, and, a voice piercing through the veil – soft and ear-piercing at the same time and no less all-encompassing. It spewed confidence with a shade of arrogance, maybe even some rightly earned in one way or another.
‘You interest me’ The words resounded over and over again, possessing a strange finality to them. Then, there was nothing once again. She could not remember. The chains that were linked in one moment, were severed in the next and discarded into their own existence, a pocket realm as it were.
Kairi shuddered and reality took shape once again, or, at least what passed for reality here. She blinked watching as the gentleman to her right leaned upon his sword, almost as though – she wanted to ask but she did not – he needed it to support himself. Yet, that could not be right. There was something else, too but the thoughts slipped away.
“Mmm . . . “ she reflected, her gaze shifting to her feet and her arms now relaxing at her sides. The first words had been parted, and, she was noticeable less nervous; the jitters were fading, and, so was the haze that had clouded her mind since her arrival. Even if she did not remember, this place was starting to become real to her. And, with it nerves that made her stomach lurch and nausea hit her in waves, were now mixed with bouts of fear, trepidation, and, mostly the feeling of truly being alone and separate from what she could at one time, call a home.
Not dreaming then . . . the girl in red decided. Her head rose and she looked from Thrall back to Bradley and rested her soft, almost timid, gaze upon the
Orc. Maybe he would be surprised that of the two she seemed to be more afraid of the one that was her kin. His troops were just as faceless as the White. They represented something that she could not fathom and in that unknown span, danger resided.
After some time, she parted her lips to reside, again finding comfort as one foot tucked itself behind the other and played with it. A nervous habit, but, nonetheless, an effective one. Her thoughts and her body became steady; breaths slowed and her eyes became fixed, narrowed while a serious expression took its place upon her face.
Then, she did not respond. Movement overtook them as a shadow reflected and rebounded off the streaming water of the fountain. Someone crept around the side and thereafter out in the open. Another newcomer, and Kairi immediately brightened, a smile appearing with any sense of determination all-but slipping away for its counter in genuine warmth and care.
“Well, hey there, you,” she consoled. “They’re here to help with that . . . “ she gestured to the pair: one sitting and the other standing at close hand to his weapon of course, innonently not realizing that the question hadn't been meant for her at all. “I think,” she shrugged. Despite her nerves, fear, and, despite, well, everything, she could not help but feel drawn to the only other female in present company, and, was glad to welcome even a stern stranger to their company. At least she would no longer be addressing man and orc alone. That in itself was a blessing.
Still peering at the approaching soldier she added: “My name’s Kairi . . .” though the words almost trailed off and her voice became shaken at her own volition. Soft mannerisms took root and they practically vanished away to the endless trickle of flowing water behind them. She had caught a glance of the expression which weighed Lightning down and it had struck something deep within her.
I . . . I know that look . . . She thought to herself. Riku. A name came to her but not of the boy with the bright smile and face.
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