[Video] Complaint #1

[brothersboots]

Who: Edna and You
Broadcast: Oh yes
Action: on the Marsiva
When: today

[Video]

[Being warm and comfortable is nice for half a second, but Edna has never needed to sleep in her life. Sure, resting is great and all, especially after a long and hard fight, but still not necessary. And waking up has never been difficult for her. Until now.

She rolls over and stretches, a booted foot sticking out of the blankets as her gloved hand covers a yawn that would put a man five times her size to shame. One blue eye cracks open before the other and she slowly rotates her head over.

And sees a black sky sprinkled with stars. Too many stars. That's when she sits up and looks around, frowning as she sees the sterile metal....things everywhere.]

Where's my mountain?

[Her hands pat around her, looking for her umbrella, and come up empty. Her voice and face definitely let anyone who can see her over the comm know that she is Not Happy. Sadly all that comes through is her voice, and the movements she makes on the bed. So, beware of ghosts.]

Alright, Meebo, you can give my umbrella back. You have five seconds.

[Action]

[For those with high spiritual resonance, they will see a tiny girl who is stomping around the Marsiva, looking as if she can murder anything or one who gets in her way. Her footsteps are much heavier than someone of her size should be able to generate, but that's not stopping her.]

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voice;

[rockily]

[ It's her.

There is a crack in her voice that he hears and he knows, without a doubt, that she is further along than he is. Is certain her last memory of him is that of a dragon, not of her brother who tried to make up for his absence with gifts and letters, who ran away to protect her and stayed away because he found his place in the world. ]

It's me, I'm here.

[ Here in the Fleet, not by her side as a part of him wants to be and doesn't at the same time. He failed her; made her cry, hide the fact he was at risk of becoming a dragon, promised to one day come back and see her. He has been a horrible brother. ]

[brothersboots]

[Yeah, no amount of preparation can help this. Hundreds and hundreds of years of childish, fruitless wishing and praying had just been put to rest and not even a breath later, she's got this shoved in her face.

It's cruel. It's so cruel.

And something that that Pouting Purple Petunia would use against her. If she knew. She considers it, but dismisses it. There's no way that Symmone could've known a damn thing about Eizen.

Zaveid and the others aren't this cruel. They wouldn't do this to her, no matter what.

Besides, that voice is just the same as she remembers it.]

Why? Why did they take you too?

[rockily]

[ Judging by the background of her initial post he can only assume she is on the same ship he had woken up on, utterly out of his reach until the end of the week.

It might be better that she is, outside his domain, far from his curse, safe. ]

Who knows, I guess they thought putting the Reaper on their fleet might make things interesting.

[ Whatever their reason he cannot fully hate them, they've let him hear his little sister's voice again. ]

[brothersboots]

[She can't really tell anything from the communicator. Her beloved brother isn't visible, but neither is he a dragon. She doesn't understand any of this, not even with Mikleo's vague explanations.

She wants her mountain. She wants her brother. She wants to find something and punch it until her whole body is one big exposed nerve and she can't move anymore. The tears are coming and she can't help them and she hates it so much.]

I don't care about what they want! Eizen! How long have you been here?

[And why didn't Mikleo tell her?]

[rockily]

[ It's cruel sitting here like this unable to see her, her voice coming from the device on his lap, knowing full well there are tears in her eyes. It's cruel because he wants to be there with her, wants to hold her, to apologize until he is out of breath, wants to wipe away her tears and say something stupid enough to make her want to punch him. It's cruel because he cannot help but think that she wouldn't be crying if he hadn't responded, that he should have stayed silent until the shuffle where he could find her himself - but he couldn't do that to Edna, he just couldn't.

Eizen exhales a heavy, unnecessary, breath hands laced together in front of his face. He hates this.

There is too much he has to say, has to apologize for, that he doesn't know where to begin or even how to begin. They can't do it like this, of course, so far out of each other's reach. So he answers her questions, endures the waver in her voice and the sharp stabbing pain that assaults his chest. ]

It's been about a month.

[brothersboots]

[A sharp, painful rush of air escapes her. A month he's been up and around, alive and....not a dragon. She still remembers how the way his roar sounded as she stared him down on the peak of Rayfalke. She remembers eating acorns everyday in massive quantities to keep the Earth Dwellers safe and putting new flowers at the shrine for the ones that weren't so lucky.

And as much as this hurts, as much as she wishes it was a cruel illusion, she knows that this voice, this attitude, this heavy guilt between the two of them is too much to be faked. She can't think. And that's what she does. She's the brains to her small little troop of misfits. Even when Sorey and Mikleo and Rose are off overthinking things, she's the one who slots everything together and makes them do what they have to.

But now, she's the one that needs someone to guide her, to help her just make simple gestures. There's no book that can help her.

So, she does what she does best. She gets mean, even with tears spilling down her face and her voice strained beyond the norm.]

You idiot. You've been here a whole month and you act like it's no big deal. I knew you were dumb and insensitive, but not like this.