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lostcarnival2019-02-20 03:40 pm
anti_nonsense) wrote in lostcarnival2019-02-20 03:40 pm
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Who: Rita, Francis, and you!
When: During the day or so the Ringmaster allows for everyone to consider their choice.
Where: The carnival, or what's left of it.
What: Rita reunites with her cat, returns to what remains of her temporary home in the carnival, maybe gets sappy over her boyfriend, maybe gets talking about the decisions they all have in front of them.
At long last, they made it back. The carnival doesn't look anything like Rita remembers it, but there's a vague sense of familiarity in the air. Once their immediate business is concluded and the Ringmaster has left them all with time to deliberate their future as mortals (or not), Rita takes the time to wander out into the empty, grassy space of what used to be the trailer park. It doesn't take long for Francis to find her, and together with her cat, she locates the space that seems to vaguely coincide with the home she shared with 9S.
Littered on the ground in several haphazard piles are books, papers, clothes, electronic devices, and all sorts of knickknacks collected from various worlds. Rita sits on the grass next to one of these such piles, pulling out an item one at a time, examining it, and setting it aside. A magic textbook here, a tacky t-shirt there... Everything, with some kind of story behind it.
"Nyaa?" Francis seems to ask her, tilting his head.
Rita shakes her head, as if comprehending and responding to his question. "No... he isn't here. But we'll all be back together soon. I promise."
Despite the wide open space, she's so engrossed in what she's doing that she may not notice someone approach while she attempts to sincerely reassure her cat.
When: During the day or so the Ringmaster allows for everyone to consider their choice.
Where: The carnival, or what's left of it.
What: Rita reunites with her cat, returns to what remains of her temporary home in the carnival, maybe gets sappy over her boyfriend, maybe gets talking about the decisions they all have in front of them.
At long last, they made it back. The carnival doesn't look anything like Rita remembers it, but there's a vague sense of familiarity in the air. Once their immediate business is concluded and the Ringmaster has left them all with time to deliberate their future as mortals (or not), Rita takes the time to wander out into the empty, grassy space of what used to be the trailer park. It doesn't take long for Francis to find her, and together with her cat, she locates the space that seems to vaguely coincide with the home she shared with 9S.
Littered on the ground in several haphazard piles are books, papers, clothes, electronic devices, and all sorts of knickknacks collected from various worlds. Rita sits on the grass next to one of these such piles, pulling out an item one at a time, examining it, and setting it aside. A magic textbook here, a tacky t-shirt there... Everything, with some kind of story behind it.
"Nyaa?" Francis seems to ask her, tilting his head.
Rita shakes her head, as if comprehending and responding to his question. "No... he isn't here. But we'll all be back together soon. I promise."
Despite the wide open space, she's so engrossed in what she's doing that she may not notice someone approach while she attempts to sincerely reassure her cat.
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It's easy to say that now, but it's probably not entirely true. There were a few moments when Rita genuinely thought all was lost. But now that she's past that point, she can just pretend those doubts never existed.
Looking back over the piles of belongings around her, she adds after a moment of reflection, "...Should've been more of us who made it here."
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His eyes shift to the pile as well, taking a moment to identify some objects for curiosity's sake. He feels like he recognises some of them, but he can't place it immediately. He never got to know too many folks, but several of those he did...
He nods. "...yeah." It's impossible to tell what all of their fates were. He hopes the majority were simply whisked back home. "I'm sure... they're at least happy, those who couldn't be here."
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"...9S got left behind in Shabon, when we were all captured. Sure, that means he didn't have to go through everything that happened in Polaris, but... he's probably still stuck there, with no idea where we are or if we're okay..."
It's frustrating, not being able to just go there, to tell him she's all right, to bring him back with her...
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In five-seconds-ago-hindsight, maybe saying such a thing was a little insensitive, but it's the first thing Yuusei can even think of, what with this offer of cosmic power looming over their heads. If they're blessed with these miracles...
"With the kind of power we're about to have, I mean... Would we be able to return? I know it would be difficult, but..."
9S was one of the first carnival folks he ran into when he arrived here. They never grew close, but their occasional chatter is enough to make his chest ache at the thought of him being alone.
"Would we be strong enough to do that?"