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Edna ☔ Hephsin Yulind ☔Tiny Vodka Aunt ([personal profile] brothersboots) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-05-01 08:53 am

[Video] Complaint #1

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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[personal profile] rockily 2017-05-06 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.